Snow Mountain Terror 12: Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36
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I took a moment to steady my emotions, my voice trembling as I asked, "So... what will happen to me?" 0
 
Seeing that I had calmed down slightly, the old woman slowly approached, her gnarled fingers gently wiping away the tears on my face. Her tone was surprisingly tender, as if she were soothing a frightened child. 0
 
"Don't worry, dear. You'll only become my age," she said. 0
 
As she spoke, a strange excitement flickered across her wrinkled face, as if this were a grand celebration for her rather than a horrifying curse. 0
 
I gazed at her face, etched with deep lines and creases that seemed to record the passage of time, resembling an ancient map covered in mysterious patterns. 0
 
I couldn't fathom becoming like that, with youth slipping away in an instant, replaced by the shadows of aging and death. 0
 
"The effects of the potion... might not take hold immediately," the old woman seemed to see through my thoughts and said slowly. 0
 
"There’s still about half an hour left," she paused before adding, "Enough time for you to reminisce about the good old days." 0
 
In despair, I closed my eyes and let the tears flow freely. Memories flooded my mind like a revolving lantern, each scene flashing by. 0
 
 
The laughter of childhood, the innocence of youth, the passionate fervor of young adulthood—now all have transformed into distant memories. 0
 
I seem to see myself slowly walking toward the abyss of aging, my physical abilities gradually declining, my skin becoming loose, my hair turning gray, ultimately resembling the old woman I am now. 0
 
A wave of dizziness washes over me, as if I am caught in a bottomless whirlpool, being pulled downward by a powerful force. 0
 
I desperately try to grasp something, only to find it all in vain. 0
 
My hands fall weakly at my sides, and my body gradually loses sensation. 0
 
I feel like a withered leaf, drifting in the wind, eventually landing in the soil and turning to dust. 0
 
The old woman slowly sits down on the seat at the center of the altar. 0
 
Time ticks away, and the air around the altar seems to freeze, eerily silent. 0
 
Only the flickering oil lamp in the center crackles softly, casting an eerie light on the old woman's wrinkled face, making it appear even more sinister. 0
 
"What’s happening? Why is there no change at all?" 0
 
I murmur to myself, an ominous premonition rising within me. 0
 
As time passes, my body remains unchanged. 0
 
The air around the altar grows increasingly oppressive. 0
 
 
"How is this possible..." 0
 
The old woman's initially confident expression gradually gave way to confusion. She murmured to herself, her voice trembling as if she could not accept the reality before her. 0
 
"What went wrong...?" 0
 
Suddenly, she stood up, her withered fingers gripping the armrest tightly, the knuckles turning white and making a cracking sound. 0
 
Her murky eyes widened in disbelief, fixating on me as if she were trying to see right through me. 0
 
"Why... is there no change?" 0
 
Her voice grew sharper and higher, eventually escalating into a hysterical roar. 0
 
The air around the altar seemed to tear apart with her voice, a powerful pressure hitting me like a wave, nearly suffocating me. 0
 
The old woman leaped from her seat like an arrow released from a bow, rushing toward me. Her bony hands clawed at my collar like eagle talons, lifting me off the ground entirely. 0
 
I looked at her in sheer terror; her face was so close that I could see the fury and madness in her murky eyes, as if she intended to devour me whole. 0
 
"Speak! What is going on?!" 0
 
"What kind of monster are you! Why is the ritual ineffective against you?!" 0
 
She howled fiercely, spittle flying from her mouth and splattering onto my face. 0
 
I trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word. The sharpness of her voice echoed in my ears, making my eardrums buzz. 0
 
 
My breath quickened, and the world before me began to blur. I felt as if I were suffocating. 0
 
Her nails dug deep into my skin, sending a wave of intense pain through me, forcing a cry of agony from my lips. 0
 
I was gripped by terror, tears streaming down my face as I shook my head desperately. 0
 
Crimson blood trickled down my pale skin. 0
 
The searing pain made me gasp for air, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. 0
 
The places where the old woman had clawed at me felt as if they had been seared with a hot iron, burning fiercely. 0
 
Blood dripped—one drop, two drops, three drops...—continuously flowing and staining the old woman's gnarled fingers. 0
 
The old woman seemed startled by the sudden blood; her murky eyes widened in shock. 0
 
She trembled as she released her grip, staring at her fingertips stained with bright red, her brow furrowed tightly. 0
 
Her eyes moved erratically, darting between Yang Mengfan and her own bloodied fingers, filled with a complex mix of emotions. 0
 
Suddenly, her gaze turned fierce, like a coiled snake ready to strike its prey. 0
 
She abruptly lifted her head, glaring at Yang Mengfan with a look full of malice and fury, as if she intended to devour him whole. 0
 
"Good Grandson, it seems you really care for your little girlfriend! You’ve used your blood to replace hers; do you think it would be so easy to deceive me?" 0
 
 
The old woman's voice was hoarse and sharp, sending chills down one's spine. 0
 
As she spoke, she approached Yang Mengfan, her steps unsteady yet exuding an undeniable sense of oppression. 0
 
Instinctively, Yang Mengfan wanted to evade the malicious gaze of the old woman, turning his head away. 0
 
The old woman extended her gnarled hand and grasped Yang Mengfan's wrist tightly, like a vice, holding him firmly in place. 0
 
"Let me see, let me see how much you've sacrificed for her," she said, her voice laced with a chilling smile. 0
 
She turned Yang Mengfan's palm over and scrutinized the still-bleeding wound with great interest. 0
 
The bright red blood stood out starkly against his pale palm, resembling a blooming Manjusaka—bewitching and eerie. 0
 
The old woman's gaze lingered on Yang Mengfan's injury for a long time, her eyes flickering with complex emotions. 0
 
It seemed she was contemplating something or perhaps relishing in some twisted pleasure. 0
 
The room was enveloped in silence, broken only by Yang Mengfan's heavy breathing and the old woman's cold laughter, intertwining like a sinister symphony from hell, leaving one feeling utterly unnerved. 0
 
 
 
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