The result almost scared him to death - a dark shadow stood beside the stone bed without him knowing!
"who!"
Frick growled and grabbed the sackcloth bag at the head of the bed and held it in front of him.
There were fireflies in the bag emitting a faint glow, and the light illuminated the face of the person who came. It turned out to be the owner of this stone house, a female hunter named Ye Li.
The female hunter was about 180 cm tall, just a little smaller than Frick. Frick was a little horrified to see her open her mouth, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth, standing there motionless, staring at him with her eyes, which were squeezed by the skin of her face because of her wide mouth, without any emotion.
Frick felt a tingling sensation all over his body.
He suddenly realized that what he had always believed, that "the other person was lusting after his body," might not be the case.
"You haven't slept yet." Ye Li slowly closed her mouth and spoke to him in a calm, dry tone.
And during this process, her eyeballs and pupils did not change for a moment, and she kept staring at the man.
"I can't sleep." Frick suppressed the fear in his heart and glared back at the gaze. "Why are you looking for me so late, Ye Li...what's the matter?"
"Nothing." Ye Li shook her head, turned and walked to the next room.
"Just checking on you...I'm going back to bed."
She turned slowly and walked to the door of another stone house.
Then he paused, bent down slightly, turned his hand back, and hit his back very hard.
boom.
boom.
The dull sound intertwined with Frick's intense heartbeat.
Frick stared at her back until she completely disappeared without loosening his clenched fists.
Goosebumps kept appearing one after another... He dared to swear that among all the evil incidents he had encountered, none was as strange as this one.
Because of Ye Li, the female hunter.
Even when she shook her head just now, her pupils were still fixed on him.
That's not the look of looking at one's own kind at all.
Not even looking at the prey.
Frick simply propped himself up and changed his posture, leaning his back against the stone wall and facing the outside.
He knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight.
……
On the other side of the island, two people were lying on straw mats next to a bonfire, and there was another person sitting next to the fire.
This is Xia Yibing and two priests.
They slept on the ground that had been warmed by a campfire. They had another mat woven from weeds underneath them, and underneath that was a layer of mud with residual heat, which they used to keep warm at night.
According to custom, one of the three people was responsible for keeping watch at night to prevent the mud from reigniting and burning people, as well as to guard against other possible dangers.
Xia Yibing had been on guard for most of the night yesterday, and it was her turn to rest. But because of what she had discovered during the day, she still forced herself to let the two of them fall asleep, hoping that they could find more clues in the dream world.
After enduring this for quite a while, just when she was a little sleepy, the white-haired priest suddenly kicked his legs and woke up, shouting, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me——!"
"Bang!"
"oops--"
"Such a lot of noise! How on earth do you expect me to cooperate with you in this state?!"
Cybert also woke up, raised his hand and punched his companion, complaining with disgust.
According to the plan, Torres should first impose "nightmare sharing" on these people, and then Cybert should use "dream eating" to read these nightmares.
"Eating dreams" does not necessarily require eating something. The dream demon's perception of nightmares is more important at this critical moment.
As a result, the confused consciousness did not react at all, and Torres was awakened by his own nightmare.
Covering her face and shaking her head, the pink-haired nun felt ashamed.
A supernatural being who can use the spirit...if nothing else, he should at least have adapted to his own nightmares long ago.
Torres is still awakened by nightmares. It is a miracle of life that he has not become a corrupted one.
"No!"
After Torres realized what was happening, he quickly defended himself.
"It's not what you think! It's the dream...it's different!"
"How is it different?"
Xia Yibing added some branches to the fire and looked up and asked.
"I definitely can't tell you the details."
Torres glanced at her.
"The nightmare of the extraordinary. This thing...it's almost the same every time. You can even say it's the same every time. Do you know that?"
"know."
The same is true for Xia Yibing herself.
"This nightmare is the same, at least at the beginning."
Torres still felt a little palpitated as he spoke.
“But in the middle, I found that there were more people in the dream.”
"People? ...Those weirdos?"
"Yes..." The young man nodded, "It's just a part of it..."
"What happened to them?"
"They...came closer and closer, completely surrounding me...I thought they were going to kill me, but actually..."
"Actually what?"
Unable to bear his procrastination any longer, Xia Yibing and Cybertron asked at the same time.
“They talked to me.”
Torres stared at them.
"They told me that here, on this mountain, there are traces of them buried."
"Ask me to dig them out."
"Give it to someone with divine eyes."
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I took a nap!
But fortunately, it was not dark when I woke up, so I could make up for it a little.
I will try to update more often these days. There will be no more five updates like this one, but I can still guarantee three updates~
Chapter 34 Backlash
After returning to the stone house, Hitzfeld asked Ashley to get him something to eat.
She hadn't had a good rest in the past few days, and her body was weak and frail. In addition, the strange atmosphere in the village stimulated her spirit, so she was hungrier than usual.
This is probably due to the need to keep the mind functioning; sometimes the brain consumes as much energy as the body.
So the scene in the house became Ashley going to prepare food, and Hitzfeld sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the novels left by Britney and starting to study them.
Hitzfeld was very careful not to disrupt the order of the pages. Even though the "Confessions of an Adventurer: Jessier's Adventures in Slaying the Dragon" had already been torn apart and the order of the book itself was a mess, she did not rearrange it according to the original reading order.
Ashley said anyway, she didn't change the order of the pages.
What if... this abnormal order happens to hide the secret that Britney wants to keep, and if we put the order back, wouldn't it be impossible to find it?
Hitzfeld turned the pages of the book one by one, lowered his head, and recited the contents of the pages word by word in the faint light of fireflies. After just a short while, he was sweating all over.
"Heath!" Ashley came over with the aroma of food, "Would you like to eat something first? Some...meat?"
"Thank you."
Hitzfeld looked up and didn't care about the food at first. Instead, he felt his body stiffen first.
My hands and feet are cold, and my voice sounds very nasal. Don't ask, I'm sure I have a cold again.
Oh yes... she forgot to close the door when she came back, and the place where she was sitting was facing the door and had almost unimpeded communication with the outside air. If it had been discovered later, it might even have developed into high fever pneumonia.
She stood up and was about to close the door, but when she reached the door she stopped again - she saw someone standing in the dim shadows of the bushes outside the door.
"Ashley."
"what's wrong?"
"Do you have any extra weapons?"
“Are you asking about the guy over there?” Ashley walked behind her and looked over, grinning, “Don’t be nervous, that’s Grandpa Lindworm!”
"Hmm?" Hitzfeld turned his head and frowned, "... Lindworm, do you often squat outside like this?"
Apart from this explanation, she couldn't understand why Ashley was indifferent and acted like she was used to it.
"Really?" Ashley nodded. "Grandpa Lindworm is responsible for the safety of the village! Not only is it like this now, it has always been like this even before Grandma passed away!"
"..." Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched, and when he turned around, he found that the figure had disappeared.
They closed the door and ate, while Ashley kept recommending the main course to her - a large plate of roasted meat that was fragrant and charred.
Hitzfeld was a little tired of eating "mashed potatoes", so he reached out and grabbed a piece of meat to check the appearance: "What kind of meat is this?"
"Bird meat?"
"Those weird birds?"
“Most of them.”
Without thinking too much, Hitzfeld picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.
But when she had stuffed the meat halfway into her mouth, she suddenly smelled a very slight odor that was enough to leave an "unforgettable" impression.
"Ugh!" After throwing away the meat, covering his mouth and trembling for a long time, Hitzfeld finally stopped the urge to vomit.
"What's wrong?" Ashley looked at her, puzzled.
"...I smell something bad in the meat." Hitzfeld said weakly.
"Is there?" Ashley picked up a large piece of meat and sniffed it, then took a bite and chewed it, "Why can't I smell it at all..."
"..." Hitzfeld said nothing.
This is either because Ashley has become accustomed to this slight odor and cannot tell the difference after consuming it for years.
Or maybe it was Hitzfeld's unusual "feeling" that was at work.
"You eat it." She thought for a moment and continued to grab a piece of white mud. "I'll eat this."
The smell was too similar to that of the corpse-dissolving monster they had encountered before. Hitzfeld had some guesses in his mind and immediately decided to refuse any meat produced on the island.
In fact, she had no appetite at all. Due to the needs of her body, she could only endure the discomfort and force it down her throat.
After eating and drinking, she let Ashley sleep on the inside of the stone bed, and she sat on the edge of the bed and continued to read.
Ashley was so heartless that she didn't ask her why she didn't sleep. She just lay there for a while and started snoring.
The snoring was a bit harsh in the dark night, but Hitzfeld actually liked Ashley better.
Why did she tell Frick that "Ashley can only be trusted for now"?
Not because she's Britney's daughter.
But - only in Ashley could she feel a "natural human touch".
It's not pretending.
It's not a performance.
Every move comes from the heart, do whatever you want to do and say whatever you want to say.
