The Mask Of A Siren 2 Poison

Hongyue gently pushed herself up. Hmph. What a joke. From the memories, she could tell the new scars were indirectly caused by her father's concubine. Did that mistress have nothing to do? Then she'll have to prepared to be played with. She limped her way to the bowl of waterly cold porridge and calmly waved her hand.

"Come."

The porridge suddenly dries up as the water gets sucked out and hovers in the air. After the remaining liquid left the bowl, Hongyue smirked. The ball of water floated over and covered her wounds. It sank into her skin as it slowly erased any mark of being tortured. With her brand new pale beautiful skin, she wasn't complete trash.

Hongyue was a former siren but her body and powers were still different very different from all magical sea beings. Her mother came from an ancient bloodline directly from the G.o.d of the Sea. Any liquid form was all hers to control and in addition, she had been able to cultivate a decent amount of control over air itself in her past life. Her father wasn't all that behind, he had the power of words. A rare ability to use common words instead of long verses. So all the powers combined, a single word from Hongyue could easily override the powers from this measly world.

Sadly, it's is a pity her soul was badly injured in the previous battles so there'll be a limit to her spells but after a period of time of cultivating in this world would be enough to heal her shattered soul. Still, she'll have to survive on till then in order to know.

She sighed and spun her finger. The water separated out of her skin and formed a neat ball. The water circled her head and gently settled upon her hair and just as gently left while carrying all the sweat, blood, and dirt. She frowned, it felt like there was a great amount of damage still inside this body.

She clicked her fingers and the body of water disappeared. Humming, she walked over to the beauty stand. A small container of blush, a neat stack of lip-staining paper, and a small bowl of perfume could be found sitting upon the top. She opened one of the drawers and found a dull hair stick made of silver. Hongyue bit her fingertip and watched the blood dripped and heard slight hissing as the silver hair stick violently reacted. The part her blood touched turned black. A foul smell reached her nose.

Poison.

If it was the old Hongyue, then there will be nothing she could do about it.

Poison such as in these heavy cases is more than just deadly. These type of poisons affect both the mind and the body reducing the appearance and the natural intelligence of a human being. It is too bad she wasn't a complete human unless cases like this would be game over for her.

Still, to think such a large amount of poison is quite expensive and quite precious to be continuously used on her body. She'll have to thank the other person for spending such a considerable amount of time and money in order just to kill her. In a typical general manor, there's bound to be many wives and many children and so it wouldn't be unnatural to have deaths as the compet.i.tion for favor strives. Still, the main wife is always held up on a pedestal so just to think that her only child was tortured as such is quite cruel.

However, Hongyue still didn't understand, if she was useless and if she was a 'normal' there was no need for such a large amount of poison to be spent on her. Was the other person unsure if she was even going to die? It didn't fit. There is truly more than what meets the eye. Poisons like these first attack the brain reducing the person to a childlike state. This could be said that the other person does not want to directly kill them right away to humiliate her or possibly to force her to lose favor. It's common sense that a great general from a high-cla.s.s family will look down upon a child of his that had both no powers nor intelligence. Others around the general will probably pressure him to hate her even more by laughing and mocking. Thus, even as her father, the general would deem her as useless trash. It seems like more than one hand getting itchy and have a little too much free time.

Just truly strange, Hongyue continued to tap her chin as she thought, her father still cared for her and constantly doted on her. Actually, he doted on her even more as she got iller. One would think this tactic wasn't working and give up, yet the culprit proceeded. This amount of poison was truly covering something.

Was it all given all at once or given over time? Or, Hongyue narrowed her eyes, was it both.