Chapter 1476: NO．92: The time is a hazy moon

NO．92: The time is a hazy moon

Chengtian Bai Ren had once dreamed.

In that dream it was night, the night was full of monsters, each revealing every detail in their own dim light within the darkness.

Among them, many fit her aesthetic, but even more that did not fit her aesthetic gathered together.

They were roaring.

They were howling and wailing, rising and falling upon piles of countless corpses of their own kind.

The sorrow, grief, anger, and suffering outweighed thousands of words, and with that belated sense of terror they easily engulfed and submerged her; after an unknown time, she suddenly awoke in the sudden stillness, dazedly gazing at the grayish‑white pile of corpses.

And the beasts upon that corpse pile.

She had not yet awakened.

She was unaware of this, merely not knowing how long it took to break free from those varied negative emotions, returning to herself from that dazed state, and slowly being astonished at the beasts' silence.

Then she realized—these monsters too were grayish‑white like the corpse pile.

Although upon close inspection one could still see the color differences each had within the grayish‑white, and could see in their beast‑like yet human‑like eyes the exceptionally familiar vivid emotions they held.

Yet they all lay under the same grayish‑white soft light, utterly tranquil.

It seemed as if all pain, hunger, sorrow, and bitterness had temporarily receded, prompting her subconscious gaze toward the source of all that grayish‑white, where she saw that within the whole night the brightness was limited yet still the highest light source.

That was a rift.

It resembled a narrow slit in the whole world, like the arc of a narrow single eye, emitting a grayish‑white light devoid of warmth.

Clearly devoid of warmth, yet it allowed the countless beasts suffering within themselves to rest as if bowing their heads, and some even simply closed their eyes.

No breath could be seen, only the bodies rising and falling evenly—clearly they were asleep.

She ought to have felt reassured by this, yet inexplicably grew anxious, feeling only that something was wrong.

What was wrong?

It seemed everything was wrong, and she shouldn't be staying here… She unconsciously looked around, her gaze driven by the growing fear, and she became ever more unwilling to look at the rift's location, as if the rift itself were what she most dreaded to see.

But if she didn't want to look at it, then what did she want to see?

She could not think of it, as if suffering from amnesia with no clue; only the panic choking her heart made her ever more anxious, and she almost sat up drenched in sweat, seeing a wisp of pallid crescent moon drift up as she leaned back, and also seeing the extremely sharp dark‑red snake eyes that reassured her.

"Aomo?" she asked instinctively, her voice a fragility she did not bother to notice at the moment.

"It's me; it looks like you had a nightmare."

Without changing expression, he straightened his body that had leaned back far; Aomo easily concealed the startle he had felt when, while bowing his head to examine her uneasy sleeping face, he almost got bumped by her suddenly sitting up.

"Yo, you're awake!"

At that moment, Tianlang Xing sprang from the other end of the bench and also produced a wrapped tissue from his pocket to hand over.

"…Thank you——""Earlier, Aomo had given you artificial respiration."

"?"

"That joke isn't very polite, Miss."

As Bai Ren stiffly turned her head, the youth's expressionless face actually let her relax a little, leaving her with even more helpless embarrassment.

"This emergency first‑aid was handled by Tianlang Xing for you; her response procedure was unexpectedly professional, and I've already had the medical department at the training grounds conduct an emergency check, so please rest assured."

"Training instructor—what does 'unexpectedly professional' mean?"

This strange scene was the second time she'd seen it; Bai Ren was mostly dealing with that inexplicably unsettled emotion, having no time to mind Tianlang Xing's inexplicable familiarity toward Aomo.

And while she silently regarded herself, Aomo's side was not frightened by the implied dissatisfaction conveyed in that coquettish tone; he responded evenly: "It's just that I find it hard to believe you'd have the chance to give someone first aid."

Upon hearing this frankness, Tianlang Xing seemed to be in a better mood, and instead of taking advantage to strike, he stepped back and said:

"That's true; at most I give chest compressions to those who can't look after themselves, and the last time I did artificial respiration was on a dummy. Bai Ren, is your first kiss still intact?"

"Ah?"

Still lost in her own thoughts, Bai Ren was startled by those words, turned her head, and saw both of them staring at her.

"What the hell, why ask that?"

"Oh… training instructor, am I seeing ghosts?" Tianlang Xing said, somewhat startled.

The training instructor merely raised both hands to rub his temples, making a gesture between thinking and having a headache, showing an tolerant attitude.

"Perhaps we've opened a new track; personally I don't discriminate on this."

"What are you talking about?"

Bai Ren was somewhat bewildered, but she had often experienced this atmosphere at school before, so she immediately asked: "Did you misunderstand something?"

"Your face just turned red, you know~"

In the internal vote among the central school's junior girls, Tianlang Xing was directly placed in the 'pool‑face handsome guy' category; his usual manner is rather manly, and his speech is equally decisive.

"I've still never seen you blush before."

"?" Upon hearing that, Bai Ren raised a hand to touch her face.

She felt nothing on her hand, but the warmth on her face was only then noticed.

"That may be so, but frankly, Tianlang Xing doesn't get many chances to see you." Aomo said.

"Why ruin the act!" Tianlang Xing turned and glared at her.

His height, matching Ludaofu Xiangzheng's 174 cm, was already quite imposing, but facing Aomo, who had secretly grown to 184 cm over half a year, this upward glance lost its momentum; merely glaring could not hurt him in the slightest.

He couldn't even get him to raise his hands: "Just speaking the truth, to avoid adding burden."

"When you were training me, you actually protected Bai Ren more!"

"If it were up to me, we ought to show the proper care to those who awaken from dreams."

"You really are always finding excuses!"

"Then please speak; I believe Miss Tianlang Xing will surely convince everyone wholeheartedly."

"Tsk."

This is a guilty answer, enough for Aomo to ignore her and turn to continue speaking to Bairen: "By the way, Bairen, do you feel any chest pain or the like? Tianlangxing also gave you chest compressions."

Given your arm strength as horse girls, even without a fracture you should watch out for the risk of a cracked bone.

Rather, even ordinary people doing chest compressions during CPR often risk broken ribs, let alone with the arm strength and physique of horse girls...

Aomo has seen Tianlangxing use a technique similar to the hidden force skill from Dongyan martial arts when wielding a baton, but the previous exertion...

Don't spout nonsense, I didn't press hard, and this guy's chest is so big it hinders first aid—I used skillful force, okay!

Cough cough.

I think you're not qualified to say that, after giving two fake coughs with a subtle glance to do the one-second stare challenge, Aomo just waved his hand: "Don't speak rudely, all right, Bairen waking up is a good thing."

Although sudden shock isn't a big deal nowadays, you should still pay attention; I think your respective source energy lessons have mentioned this, there are plenty of things in this world that can't be looked at directly, and I won't say more.

... Before that...

I was still lightly covering my chest under Tianlangxing's even more subtle gaze, the silent Bairen, upon hearing "cannot be looked at directly," obviously recalled something and lifted his head, seeing Aomo's fingers tapping quickly on the light screen beside him before turning his head: "If you're curious about this, I can answer you via line; no need to let Tianlangxing know."

"I'm not interested in knowing either," Tianlangxing snorted coldly, "but Bairen, does what you said earlier about running together still count?"

Consider the injured, Tianlangxing.

I don't think this guy is an injured person; I see she has something on her mind that really needs a run.

"No problem," Bairen also said bluntly, raising his hand to clench his fist, "what she said is right, I want to run a round."

Running isn't conducive to thinking; if you really think while running, you have to be careful of danger... Although I want to say that, I suspect these two senior colleagues, being far along in their careers, have probably heard this many times before, to the point of being able to recite it in their sleep.

The two university senior schoolmates, who are two or three years older than me, have nothing new to say about the usual old topics.

The emergency medical department of the Beta training field is also quite strong, especially combined with the local staff's demonic trait, letting Aomo just set to standby and wave his hand.

If that's the case, you're free to do as you like; call me when you're ready, and I'll be frequently leaving afterward, but each time only for thirteen to fifteen minutes.

He said that, and then he summoned a monster card that had flown back from afar, but within seconds it stacked up in his hand into a pile.

What is that for?

"Ah, he's trying to set up a messy descent ritual." Tianlangxing, who had grown bored of watching it for over an hour, replied.

Summoning a guy drifting in another dimension is totally just that evil god worship stuff.

Huh?

Don't worry about him, let's redo the warm-up.