Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 323: Reading "People's Book"

"Hehe, I knew you had a bad temper, so I prepared two little guys in advance. It's... a little interesting. When you were born, there was no such boring concept as gender.

But as you two changed your appearance, you couldn't help but be affected by a certain feeling. Girls are really more annoying..."

The donkey's voice stopped abruptly because he found that a hardcover book also appeared out of thin air on the left and right sides of the jellyfish.

"I have something else to say, serious things, serious things."

The jellyfish floating in the air spun happily, then slowly flew to Ling'er's ear and said:

"You're the only one hiding in the library... It seems that things are not going well. Didn't you bring your weird brother out? But I expected this. I won't lie to you. After all, on my ground... Ahem, that guy named Ricky is still with him."

Ling'er didn't say anything, just snorted.

"You and your Father God are really very similar in some ways. I don't mean to flatter you, but you two are very obsessed with the victory of your ideas. It seems that making the other party realize their mistakes, grovel, and beg for mercy in front of absolute correctness is a great thing."

The jellyfish moved again and swam to Ling'er's other ear:

"To be honest, I really admire you, really, but sometimes, I mean those critical moments, like now. You really don't need to pay too much attention to the red tape, and you can talk about it later if you can convince the other party.

I’m not asking you to give up your ideals, but there has to be a certain order of precedence.”

There is one significant difference between Ling'er and Xiaohu in appearance, that is, she knows how to blink. At this moment, Ling'er blinked and seemed to be a little moved.

"I'll tell you one more thing. The new Newlund now..."

The black jellyfish flipped happily in the air, obviously very happy:
"There are a lot of guys here. Although they are insignificant, low-class and childish in our eyes, they all have their own ideas. When there are too many of them, they will inevitably do something out of the ordinary.

You can feel it yourself, right? Although I am not as smart as you, I still understand the simple truth that delay leads to change. "

The book that appeared out of thin air before disappeared. Jellyfish knew that Ling'er had heard what he said, so he continued to slander her:

“Concepts are important, but results are equally reassuring. You thought of that, didn’t you?
What's the reason why your weird brother doesn't want to go with you? Yes, it's Ricky Baldwin who's beside him. That guy is good at sweet talk and lacks respect for you. With him around, it might not be easy to convince your brother.

But things will be much easier if we catch this guy and use him as a threat.

I can feel that you have tried before, but you were too soft-hearted because your ideas prevented you from moving quickly towards your goal.

So this time, try to work harder. Like I said before, I hope we can meet again in the Lost Sea. It's not fun to fight with those low-class and rude mud-legged people. "

The jellyfish floated in front of Ling'er and danced, as if it had some visions for the future.

"You seem to care a lot about Ricky Baldwin?" Ling'er spoke for the first time today.

"As expected, no secret can be hidden in front of you and your Father God. How dare I beat around the bush?"

On the surface of the distant Lost Sea, the donkey touched the water with its toes, curled up its other leg, and turned around excitedly like a ballet dancer:

"I have a special connection with him and I would do more for him."

Ling'er blinked, and an open book appeared under the jellyfish, then slammed it shut and turned it into black slime.

……

On a hillside on the outskirts of New Newrent, Prince Herama was holding a telescope and observing the abandoned slaughterhouse at the foot of the mountain.

He has sent people to observe the Emerald Ascetic for a week, and now it is time to take action. As the Continental Expo approaches, the situation in New New Lent becomes more turbulent.

It’s better to get the cocoon as soon as possible so that I can feel at ease.

At this time, only Balkan was left by his side, and the other six followers who were proficient in mysticism had surrounded the slaughterhouse.

"Your Highness, should we move back a distance?"

"Um... OK."

Herama was fiddling with the brass statue in his hand. Unlike Rupel, Herama was not the kind of reckless man who relied on his bravery. The one holding the cocoon in the slaughterhouse might be a projection of a god, so he could not be careless at all.

At this time, the six people outside the slaughterhouse, each with their own division of labor, were ready to fight.

The Kurt Kingdom is different from Moses Sadeh, as they combine politics and religion, and if they get information about pagans, they will often take extreme measures.

After all, he also has the support of a certain god, so religious trials are frequently staged in front of Kurt.

The six people were no strangers to this type of mission. They worked in perfect harmony with each other. Some were responsible for reconnaissance, some for assault, and some for the rear guard.

A skinny leader, holding a rusty little diving bell in his hand, reached out to touch the window that was haphazardly boarded up.

The place where the wooden board touched his fingers was like gentle sea water wrapping his fingers, and gradually, his whole body melted into the wooden board. In the dark room, the leader accurately found the location of the door, took off the chain and let his companions in one by one.

They sneaked in silently, leaving a companion outside the house to support them. Led by the skinny man, several people sneaked into the house. The leader's eyes were born with night vision, and he always played the role of a scout in the team.

The five people moved silently. They had already cast forbidden spells on the boots before coming in. The battle between mystics was often decided in a split second, so they could not be careless at all.

After opening a room, they saw a fat man sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back to them, reading a book in his hand. It was Brundtrang.

The skinny man made a gesture, and a tall man behind him immediately applied the potion on his arm. His originally bony arms gradually became even thinner.

Then the arm fell limply to the ground, approaching Brundtrang silently like a snake. When it swam behind him, the thin man's hand had completely turned into a snake head.

The snake opened its mouth at an incredible angle, revealing its fangs, and bit Brundtrang's neck hard.

As the venom was injected, Brundtrang's body convulsed and twitched, and after seven or eight seconds he fell to the ground without a sound.

"Yig's Blessing" is the forbidden spell that Thin Man is best at.

The five people continued to walk forward and pushed open a door. They caught a glimpse of the green on the edge of the ascetic's clothes. He seemed to have something to do. He was pacing forward and disappeared at the end of the room in a blink of an eye.

The five men glanced at each other, left one behind to cover the rest, and the other four followed in the direction of the ascetic monk.

Pushing open the half-open door, what appeared before them was an empty Buddhist temple, filled with Buddha statues with their backs to themselves, dark brown wooden tables and railings, and an inexplicable smell of incense in the air.

The four people knew that they had fallen into the other party's dream and their sneak attack plan had been discovered.

However, they were not panicked at all. This was not the first time they had fallen into the dreamland. The four of them took out the magic potion they had prepared in advance and drank it all in one gulp.

The potion is designed to counter the whispers of the gods in the dreamland. It can temporarily help them relieve their mental stress and prevent them from going crazy instantly. The price is that the brain will fall into numbness and fatigue in the next few weeks.

"Don't disperse, go out first."

The leader observed the situation inside the hall, sniffed a little, and finally chose a path.

Several people looked after each other and moved forward step by step. The hall was bigger than they had imagined, and they heard the sound of bells coming from somewhere.

The sound of bells filled their ears. At first they covered their ears nervously, but gradually they realized that there was nothing special about it. It was just that every time the bell rang, there would be footsteps coming from the front.

The bell is a guide, not meant for them to hear.

The skinny leader patted the shoulder of a companion who had two lip rings on his lips. He wrote a long spell on a piece of paper without saying a word, then took out a piece of green, whale-like substance from his arms and swallowed it together with the note.

While he was making these preparations, the rest of his companions covered their mouths and noses with rags wrapped around their necks.

The lip ring exhaled deeply light green steam that enveloped several people. The green steam was still spreading to other corners of the hall. It would not be long before this enclosed space would be completely covered by poisonous gas.

The leader believed that no matter what kind of creature was hiding in the hall, it would be unable to resist the poisonous breath exhaled by its companions.

He was confident in his tactics, and even in the dreamland created by the gods themselves, there was still a chance of survival...

This was the leader's last thought, and he didn't remember anything after that.

……

Brundtrang slowly woke up from the ground. At this time, he no longer had a completely human body. Although the snake venom was deadly, his blood and internal organs had been replaced by someone unknown, so it was not easy to kill him.

Attacked? Brundtrang staggered into the hall and found the master sitting cross-legged reading the "Book of Man".

Yes, there were five people standing upright in front of the Emerald Dervish, all of them standing there expressionless. They were none other than Herama's five followers.

There was another person lying on the ascetic's legs like a book. He still maintained his human appearance, but when the ascetic's fingers touched his body, the flesh and blood were neatly turned over like pages of a book.

The eyes of "Book" were still open. He was not dead. The physical pain continued to stimulate his brain, but he was powerless.

The Dervish read his memories, where he learned the purpose of several people.

Cocoon? How did they know they had seen this thing...

As luck would have it, the Cocoon Ascetic Monk had indeed seen it, but for some reason he did not get it. Now the thing should still be in the cave in the southern continent.

As he flipped through the pages, the faces of two people appeared in the ascetic's mind: Von Stolows, whom he did not recognize, and the other one, Mala Kiss, whom he... looked at carefully and found to be very similar to the investigator who had read "The Mysterious Road" that day.

Eh...if she is the investigator...then Von Stroevsky is...Ricky Baldwin!

I am so sleepy. I am going to sleep after sending two pictures.

Good night everyone, it’s cold, please cover yourself warmly!

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(End of this chapter)