Chapter 77: 75 Executioner (Fifth Update)

75 Executioner (Fifth Update)

In the cognitive domain of humans, memory can be divided by content into iconic memory, emotional memory, logical memory, and procedural memory; among these, emotional memory is a type of memory whose content consists of emotions or feelings experienced in the past.

Assuming the Daughter of Gluttony cannot separate the parts of memory she chooses to absorb, then when the Daughter of Gluttony consumes brains, emotional memory enters the body of the Daughter of Gluttony like a hidden chronic poison.

Alien Gods are generally high-dimensional, powerful, instinct-driven, and rational existences. In order to maintain their "divinity," they often possess few emotions from the moment of their birth. Even if some among them begin to possess things like emotions, these are slowly erased over the long passage of time, turning them into absolutely rational existences.

As an Alien God, the Daughter of Gluttony naturally does not need such superfluous things, but she may have absorbed too many parts related to emotions in the past, to the extent that she became a special Alien God possessing emotional traits.

The Daughter of Gluttony possesses emotions; this is a recognized research finding of the Xuanmi Group. Although the Daughter of Gluttony has committed countless brutal acts against the human world, she does indeed develop emotions toward humans. This point is particularly prominent in how she treats her own followers; she treats individual members she finds pleasing like a human mother treats her children, caring for them as if they were her own offspring.

It is very likely that the "divinity" of the Daughter of Gluttony as an Alien God made her realize the "harm" that emotional memory in brains caused her, so her rationality began to make her refuse to eat the brains of living creatures, for fear that it would continue to aggravate the illness known as "emotion."

In this way, the reason why the Daughter of Gluttony does not eat the brains of living creatures makes sense.

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Xin Junmao's hands were tightly bound by translucent tentacles full of mucus, suspending Xin Junmao's entire body at a distance of about ten centimeters from the ground.

Miss Zhao, dressed in a plum blossom cheongsam, sat on a red sofa chair, leaning against the sofa with her long legs crossed. A pair of illusory beautiful eyes appeared and disappeared on her face. She scrutinized Xin Junmao as if looking at a heartless lover, saying, "You promised me that you would listen to me no matter what, yet you actually hurt me just now."

Xin Junmao swallowed nervously, "I... did I?"

"I said I wanted you to be my Executioner, and you agreed." Miss Zhao looked at him with some resentment; that pitiful appearance was certainly extremely lethal.

But the current Xin Junmao, perhaps protected by the power of the Comb, was not "charmed" by Miss Zhao as he was last time; instead, he maintained his rationality.

Xin Junmao wanted to stall for time, so he asked with a dry laugh: "Ex... Executioner, what is that?"

"It's what you people often call a headsman." Hearing Xin Junmao's question, Miss Zhao actually smiled and explained it to him, "The Sacrificial Ritual is held every year; without a headsman, I wouldn't be able to eat delicious dishes on my birthday every year."

Miss Zhao sighed softly: "Not long ago, my Executioner just died. Mingming she was once so loyal to me, saying she was willing to be my Executioner for life; I was so happy that I bestowed upon her the happiness of eternal life."

"But... but who knew, she actually died not long ago, committed suicide by jumping in front of a train." As she spoke, Miss Zhao acted as if she were sad and weeping, as if she were truly feeling sorrow and pain for the dead female assassin.

However, soon her tone changed, her face suddenly became ferocious, and cracks appeared on her face and various parts of her body. Those cracks turned into strips of moving flesh, like little snakes, eyeing the lamb-like Xin Junmao covetously. She yelled viciously: "Liar! Big liar! It was clearly agreed that she would be with me forever, yet she actually left me without a word."

Saying this, she returned to her normal human appearance and said to Xin Junmao pitifully: "You must not lie to me."

"I... why would I lie to you?" Xin Junmao laughed dryly.

"You are my first Executioner; the person I have liked the most all along is you," Miss Zhao said with a smile.

Xin Junmao was stunned for a moment, "The first, me? Didn't you just say that the female assassin was also your Executioner?"

"She was the fourth, one of my favorite Executioners, second only to you, the first one." Miss Zhao held her arms proudly, like a proud peacock.

"Then according to the order, I should be the fifth," Xin Junmao wondered.

"Hehe." Miss Zhao gave a light laugh, stepped forward a few paces, pressed half her body against Xin Junmao's chest, held Xin Junmao's face in her hands, and said, "You are the first; it's just that you have already forgotten."

Xin Junmao only felt it was inexplicable; he was already thinking that he had been mistaken for someone else by coincidence.

"Alright, let's not talk so much; let's get straight to the point and hold the inauguration ceremony for the Executioner." Miss Zhao touched Xin Junmao's head and smiled, "Don't worry, don't be afraid, it will be quick."

Saying this, the stunningly beautiful Miss Zhao did not wait for Xin Junmao to say no; she had already pinched Xin Junmao's cheeks and forcibly opened his mouth, then she transformed one of her fingers into a hand-blade similar to a mantis and reached it into Xin Junmao's mouth.

Seeming to realize that Miss Zhao was going to cut off his tongue, Xin Junmao resisted in a panic. However, under the other party's strength, his resistance was meaningless, and in Miss Zhao's eyes, it even became a cute and mischievous act.

Just as Miss Zhao was about to use force to gouge out Xin Junmao's tongue and make Xin Junmao a mute, suddenly a fair hand with Buddhist beads wrapped around the web of the thumb passed through the void and slapped Miss Zhao on the forehead.

Miss Zhao immediately flew backward with a shriveled head, hitting the wall heavily.

And it was this well-timed strike that prevented Xin Junmao's tongue from being cut off; it was only slightly grazed.

Attacked once again, Miss Zhao could no longer tolerate it. She climbed up from the floor where she had fallen, her lower body turned into flowing blood, and white tentacles slowly appeared on her upper body. Miss Zhao glared viciously at the figure walking out of the void and gritted her teeth: "Aren't you already dead? Why do you still appear? And that time, I clearly won; you refuse to admit defeat, and you actually still won't let me go."

The phantom gradually solidified, and in Xin Junmao's eyes, it slowly turned into a beautiful bhiksuni, holding Buddhist beads, with a peaceful smile, like a compassionate and peaceful Bodhisattva.

The bhiksuni who walked out of the Comb did not speak, but looked at Miss Zhao calmly, blocking in front of Xin Junmao, which made Miss Zhao even more furious.

She shook her body and changed her form again, becoming a huge mass with countless male and female limbs biting and intertwining with each other, looking full of deformed, strange perversion.