Chapter 1479: Bodhisattva’s reincarnation?
Li Luo's fingers trembled slightly, but she still tried to keep the halo stable.
Because she knew very well that any mistake at this moment might cause the victim to fall into endless torture again.
Behind every trauma lies an indelible painful memory, and what she has to do is to use this gentle and tenacious power to rebuild the torn minds and bodies of the victims.
Lu Jingcheng, who was standing aside, clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger and helplessness.
He watched it all quietly, recalling the cruel acts of the perpetrators. The despair and humiliation in the air made it almost impossible for him to suppress his inner anger.
His eyes finally fell on the glaring scars and marks on the girl's body, as if each one was a silent accusation of the evil of human nature.
"Those people, damn them!" His low and powerful roar broke the silence of the basement. The sound was pleasant to the ears, but it was also filled with grief that was difficult to conceal.
At this time, Li Luo ignored Lu Jingcheng's anger. She focused all her energy on saving the girl in front of her.
She felt the desperate memories hidden in every scar in the girl's body. Those scars were not just physical injuries, but also the pain in the depths of her soul that was difficult to heal.
In the light blue healing halo, Li Luo began to perform her original mental counseling technique, trying to weave the memory fragments that were torn apart by violence into a complete stream of consciousness.
As she performed the treatment meticulously, a low and eerie hum suddenly came from the basement, as if the despair hidden deep in the memory was quietly stirring.
The girl's eyes, which were originally tightly closed, opened slightly, with a hint of confusion in her dullness, and her gaze finally fell on the light flashing with an ice-blue mark between Li Luo's eyebrows.
At that moment, it seemed as if a mysterious force had dispelled the haze in her heart. Those once festering memories, like pencil drawings erased by an eraser, gradually dissipated along with the pain hidden deep in her DNA.
Accompanied by bursts of soft sobbing, Li Luo's combat uniform was already soaked with cold sweat.
She half-knelt on the cold metal floor, staring intently at the last ray of light cocoon in the girl's body slowly closing.
At this moment, the girl suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, as low as sandpaper rubbing against glass:
"They... maintain my life... and every time I'm about to die, they heal me..." The girl's voice was filled with endless despair and fear, as if the pain and humiliation she once suffered were still constantly eroding her soul.
Hearing these words, Li Luo's fingertips trembled again, and the milky white halo of the healing power suddenly turned into light purple. The atmosphere in the entire basement became mysterious and solemn with the change of color.
She gently tucked the scattered blood clots on the girl's forehead behind her ears and whispered:
"It's all over. What you see now is the real world."
As she finished her words, the last butterfly-like light and shadow condensed from her spirit slowly flapped its wings and drifted away in the wind.
The sobbing sounds that were heard throughout the warehouse gradually subsided, as if the despair and pain were finally relieved at this moment.
At the same time, a few whispers were heard in the corner.
A dozen survivors who had just emerged from hypnosis and were treated with Li Luo's supernatural warm light cocoon were slowly waking up in the dark cell.
They either huddled on the ground or sat up by the wall, their eyes flickering with confusion and fear, as if they were asking:
what on earth is it?
And when they gradually realized that all their wounds had healed, the feeling of being reborn from despair made their eyes fill with tears.
At this moment, a white-haired old man spoke first. He clasped his hands together, his voice trembling but full of awe and gratitude:
"Are you...are you the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva?"
Before he could finish his words, the old man suddenly lost his support and fell heavily to his knees on the cold ground. The dull sound of his forehead hitting the ground echoed throughout the cell.
This scene seemed to ignite the emotional sparks deep in the hearts of the other survivors, and they knelt down one after another, falling like dominoes.
The entire space was suddenly filled with an atmosphere of piety and gratitude, as if every tortured soul had found a home at this moment.
