Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

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The agonising pain exploded in the body, releasing astonishing energy and heat. Something inside his chest was writhing and crawling, struggling to break through the shackles of blood and flesh.

    Ge Xiu hit the back of his head with strong force on the stone wall behind him, his whole body stiffened and trembled, the familiar smell of rust and blood filled his mouth behind his clenched teeth.

    The bloody moonlight silently fell on the cold white rocks, with smoke-like reddish mist.

    Elinor was awakened by the huge shaking.

    He reflexively jumped away from the source of the vibration, lowered his forelimbs in an attacking posture, he bared his white fangs, his vertical pupils were fierce.

    However, in the next second, the sight in front of him instantly took away all his attention.

    The straightened body of the young man shuddered in the darkness, his thin five fingers plunged deep into mud  between the crevices, his thin skeleton trembled like a dying butterfly.

    Every trace of blood flowed away from his skin, and in the dim light of cave, it presented a marble-like white and unsullied texture.

    There was a faint smell of blood floating in the air.

    Faint red lines slowly emerged on the skin white like the first snow. The extravagant rose red deepened into scarlet at the speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually becomes clear like smooth and mellow lines, winding on the skin like mercury. The ancient and strange totem stretched it’s teeth and claws when exposed to the air, undulating slightly with tremors of his body, it seemed like in the next second it would be able to break free from the shackles of the skin, and transform into a demonic flower branch growing out of skin and bones.

    What a cruel and breathtaking picture was this.

    Elinor stared at him intently, his pupils slightly widened.

    Although his godhead was seized, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t smell the evil and taboo magic emanating from the totem. The surging immense power was imprisoned under the scarlet lines, exuding a strange and seductive fragrance in the dark.

    It was like a whisper.

    He could feel the body fluid secreted under his tongue, a dark red colour appeared in his cold golden pupils, and the body tortured by hunger screamed in his ears – tear the skin, gnaw the flesh and blood, lick the bones.

    Elinor took a step forward slowly as if bewitched.

    The next second, the fiery pain at the joint between his back and the leg drew back his attention.

    He was stunned, turned his head and looked at his back with difficulty. The purple-black curse aura had disappeared seven or eight points, and the turned outwards flesh still showed a hideous pink colour, but the blood that flowed out was healthy and bright red.

    Elinor suddenly realized his body felt really light.

    He was now clear-headed, and the dizziness that had tormented him for a few days was almost completely gone at this moment. Even the burning pain behind his back no longer looked like torture, but more like stimulant to his nerves.

    However, the decayed and fishy smell of a curse could still be faintly smelled in the air, entwining his keen senses like a gangrene, as if it had never left.

    Elinor moved his nose and turned his head to look in the direction of the smell-

    The youth’s convulsing and trembling fingers were tightly gripping on the protruding rock, and there was a lifeless blue-gray colour from the fingertips to the wrist.