But if he woke up in the middle of the night, like now, with nothing around him and he was destined to be the only one alone in the room, he would have an extremely rare sense of clarity, and at the same time his brain would begin to ache slightly.
How strange...why should I listen to Alfonso and marry those things...
A cruel scene flashed by. It was a giant spider the size of a calf, lying on the bed in the inner room, using several pairs of hind legs to pull out silk threads from the end of its tail, weaving them into everyday human clothing in an extremely delicate way that Aman could not understand at all; at the same time, it was lying on a bloody corpse, piercing it with its sharp mouthparts, trying to suck it dry like drinking a drink with a straw.
The uneasy thoughts grew bigger and bigger in his mind, and gradually, Aman thought he was crazy.
"That's a monster... There's a monster in my back room!" He repeated softly to give himself courage and also to further confirm it. "How could I think this was okay? What the hell did these damn things do to me?"
"No, I have to find a way to leave."
The strong warning made him jump off the bed quickly. He did not try to go to the inner room to check, but tried to slow down his movements, tiptoed to the wall, took off a suit of armor and put it on himself.
If he wanted to escape from the heavily guarded palace, he couldn't wear too much. So he selectively discarded those thick plate armors that were more decorative than practical, and only took the innermost piece of silver chain mail to put on himself, and put on a coat outside.
Then there are weapons.
His best weapon was the bow. There was a good bow hanging on the head of his bed, but he couldn't find any arrows in the whole room.
He could only carry the bow on his back, pick up two daggers, a short sword, a medium-length half sword, and a metal round shield the size of a human face that could be tied to the left wrist.
“…No guns?”
He still didn't give up and tried to crawl under the bed to look for the secret compartment. Finally, he crawled out disappointed, and decided that he could only rely on these cold weapons to break out.
The problem of arrows was not difficult to solve. It was not like he had never encountered a supply shortage when he was a ranger. It didn't take much effort to find some tough hardwood and carve a few arrows.
The biggest difficulty lies in adapting to the trajectory of the new arrows, because the craftsmanship cannot be guaranteed, and the accuracy and lethality will be lower than the most handy arrows.
But Angelo is good at archery. There are rumors that an Angelo can stand on the back of a shark and shoot an arrow to blind the mermaid's eyes when half of his body is floating under the sea. Regardless of whether this legend is true or not, at least Aman himself is good at archery. ①
He had enough confidence in his skills. After sharpening the new arrows, he only had to get used to shooting two arrows at most. From then on, he could shoot arrows with ease no matter how unfamiliar the material was.
almost.
Aman found the towel on the back of the chair, used it as a belt to tie around his collar, and looked at the sky outside the window.
It is cloudy tonight. The sky and the ground are dark. The thick clouds swallow up all the moonlight. It is a perfect night to escape.
A'man's heart was filled with excitement, both for the upcoming adventure and for the desire to regain his freedom.
He had just been busy for a long time and felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the water pitcher from the table and gulped down half a bellyful of water.
Although I am thirsty, I can't drink too much water.
He still remembered the key points subconsciously.
Otherwise it would be very uncomfortable when I flip over and jump...it would not be conducive to...what was I thinking just now?
All the ambitions and yearning for freedom seemed to disappear at this moment. Aman stood blankly in front of the table, holding the water pitcher, and burped subconsciously.
He found that there seemed to be something wrong with his brain. He didn't even live in the palace, the safest place, but was thinking of killing the guards with cold weapons and going back to the jungle to be a wilderness ranger?
So what am I doing coming back to Goliath? Wouldn't it be better for me to stay in Sara?
Instantly denying his previous thoughts, he took off the longbow, took a look at it, and threw it on the bed.
There were also long and short swords, daggers and other things, which were also taken down and placed on the table.
After doing all this, A'man continued to stand there in a daze, and then he began to pace back and forth in front of the table, always feeling that he had forgotten something very important.
what is it then?
Following my thoughts slowly backwards... I just unloaded my weapons, and then thought that I returned to Goli to become king.
Yes, of course.
I came back to save the people here, otherwise I might as well stay in Sarah.
Sarah...
That thing is related to Sarah, by the way.
It seemed like the same person... the same face... we used to be together in Sara.
But why can't I remember...
He had tried his best to recall, but no matter how hard he tried, the man's face was blank in his mind.
It’s like old photos in memories, where the images of many people remain intact, but that person’s head has been cut off, leaving a blank space, which looks very inconsistent and abrupt.
"Your obsession with her is really deep..."
He suddenly heard someone talking.
"Who?"
Instantly grabbing the sharp knife and being on guard, Aman looked around cautiously, but was surprised to not see any figure.
Not to mention people, there wasn't even a mouse to be seen.
"I am here."
"here."
The voice kept urging him. A'man frowned and suddenly realized that it sounded a little muffled, as if it came from some narrow and empty place.
After searching for another round and still failing to find the other party, Aman frowned even deeper, and following the voice - and the terrifying guess in his heart, he turned his head back little by little and looked at the water jug lying on the table.
Cautiously he leaned his head over and in the dark shadows he vaguely caught a glimpse of something shiny swimming in the pitcher.
Is that... water?
He checked carefully and again, and finally confirmed that there was nothing in the pitcher except half a pitcher of water.
But this water was very unusual. It rotated on its own without anyone shaking the jar, and it even vaguely reflected his own face.
And this face also had its own independent expression, grinning at him.
"That's right! It's right here!"
"You said you drank so much of me just now, so what is there to be afraid of now..."
Oman exploded.
He waved his hand and threw the thing and the jar to the ground, and they broke into pieces.
The water inside naturally scattered out. Instead of splashing everywhere and seeping into the carpet, it gathered together to form a face as if it had life.
A face exactly like Aman's.
I am going to kill you!
Seeing this scene, Aman didn't understand what was happening.
He is not sick at all!
The fundamental reason why he kept having nightmares, feeling uncomfortable, and having intermittent memory was that he drank the water in the clay jar - he drank part of it into his stomach!
"Bang!" With a kick, the face was smashed to pieces.
But water is invisible. They gathered together again and tried to open their mouths to argue with him.
"It's not good to be too cranky, dear."
"Compared to those hogs, your life is not in danger."
"We just need you to cooperate a little. This is also for your happiness..."
"Go to hell!"
Aman kicked back and forth in the room like a madman, kicking those faces again and again: "...Monster!"
"I really can't do anything with you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, A'man's movements suddenly stopped.
His face turned pale instantly, he fell down with his hands covering his stomach, curled up on the ground and trembled continuously, and finally fainted completely.
The scattered water droplets recondensed and spread out again, forming a human-shaped water film that was similar in height to Aman himself. It opened its mouth and shouted toward the inner room, "Moris!"
The curtain was lifted, and a giant black spider slowly squeezed out from the door frame.
"Put him on the bed."
"Hiss..."
A blowing sound came from the giant spider's mouthparts, and it stood there motionless.
"A beast is a beast..."
Water Film cursed under his breath, walked over and squeezed out a drop of water, allowing the giant spider to come over and suck it away.
"The true form transformed from a mortal can actually grow into such an ugly monster. When this 'new nightmare' was launched, I thought it was just entertainment. I didn't expect that someone could gather so much negative emotions..."
"Come on." It patted the giant spider. "If you can break through the limitations of natural species, they might spare your life after this matter is over."
"Hiss..."
The giant spider's mouthparts moved back and forth, silently bypassing the water film man, coming to the unconscious Aman and looking down at him.
"He has never forgotten you."
"Hiss..."
"He's making good use of the clothes, carpets, and towels you knitted for him. Perhaps this is the most familiar feeling to him... It's also your contribution that he can maintain his emotional stability. I will report it truthfully."
"Hiss..."
The giant spider ignored it and picked up the man on the ground in its arms with extremely gentle movements, then turned around and placed him on the bed.
"And the bow." Shui Mo looked at the corner beside the bed. "You also pulled out the bowstring... This is your heartstring, right? If you keep it, you may have a chance to break through your limitations."
"Sometimes I can't understand why you do this. You should have no reason or memory left... You might be shot by him with this bow, okay?"
"Cuck!"
The giant spider turned and pounced.
It did not try to pierce the water film with its sharp front claws, but continuously shot out spider silk from its tail, forming it into a bucket-shaped container, tightly wrapping all the liquids that made up the water film man.
"Pfft!"
Then it pierces the container with its sharp mouthparts and sucks the contents with a gurgling sound.
Water and blood make no difference to it.
"You've become smarter, ugly thing."
A vague sound came from the silk screen.
"Think you can just help him drink it?"
"It's no use."
"I'm everywhere."
"There is nothing that I do not know..."
……
The next day, dawn.
Li Ang lifted the curtain of the tent, looked around, turned back and pulled Baliu out, and quickly ran to another alley.
They are no longer in the same position as they were yesterday.
The tent they slept in last night was newer and better than the previous one. All of this was caused by a group of homeless people who discovered that Balyu was actually a woman - her face could be covered but not much was done to her female features, so they wanted to have some sex with her, but as expected, they were killed by both of them.
"We're taking a risk."
Barrie looked up at her husband.
During the conflict yesterday, she could have solved the problem on her own - she didn't even need to transform into a "centaur combat form". Just restoring her arms into vines would have been enough to strangle everyone.
But Leon's rage at that moment and the way he broke the villain's neck left a deep impression on her, causing her heart to beat faster and the blood in the vines to boil.
"It's impossible to get the information without taking risks." Leon said, "She is in charge of driving the ship and we can't do anything... Is this a smooth journey?"
"It's not going well." Bariwu nodded, "We should find something to do."
"That's what I thought." Li Ang looked down at her with a smile, "Would you like to give me a kiss for our mutual understanding?"
"Go away!"
Baliu's expression changed.
Due to insufficient conditions, the two of them did not wash for half a day.
