Chapter 694

Appeared again? Lu Mian gestured for Lugano and the others to let go while asking Amandina:

"Where is he?"

Amandina's azure eyes stared at the entrance of the black ancient tomb, at the end of that river of dead silence:

"He's sitting right there, with his legs crossed."

As she spoke, Amandina closed her eyes and looked away. Small bumps began to protrude one after another on her previously smooth and delicate skin, each one looking as if it were about to split open and sprout something.

This was because she had seen that illusory, dead-silent river, and seen that pale goat wearing a golden mask struggling to walk through the shallow water.

The pale goat's limbs had lost all their fur and were highly decayed, dripping with foul, yellowish pus, and this trend was rapidly spreading to its body.

Influenced by the "Hate Movement," Reyasa, who was already struggling internally, saw his pale, cold face suddenly lose its last trace of color.

On the back of his hands, his neck, and his cheeks, patches of skin slowly festered, making him look as if he had turned into a corpse that had been dead for some time.

The decay on the pale goat slowed down as a result.

However, the river of dead silence that it had created with the help of the black ancient tomb became increasingly illusory, clearly narrowing and drying up.

The ragdoll wearing the eerie Gothic dress drifted forward a bit further, closely following the receding river of dead silence.

Suddenly, it turned its body to look at the green-eyed man composed of human skin and blood.

The green-eyed man happened to be looking at it as well.

The hatred, hostility, and madness within the eerie ragdoll's scarlet eyes exploded. The black Gothic dress, entwined with grim vines, burst open with hole after hole, and a large amount of shredded fabric either drifted away or hung down, leaving it completely tattered.

The green-eyed man in the dark gray suit appeared unscathed, but after he took a step forward, he left two footprints filled with fresh red blood on the ground, and the smell of sulfur dissipated rapidly.

One step, two steps, three steps; he left fresh red footprints with every step, dripping drop after drop of darkening liquid from within the human skin.

Ivelista Aigars finally recovered from the explosion of emotions and desires brought on by the "Hate Movement." He glanced at the now quite tattered eerie ragdoll and pulled another item from a hidden pocket in his clothing.

It was a palm-sized puppet.

This puppet looked as if it had been pieced together by a child of a few years old; its two arms were one above the other, its two legs were up at its buttocks, and its face was painted with red, yellow, and white oil paint. At a glance, it looked like a clown from a circus.

Ivelista poured his own spirituality into this ugly, deformed puppet.

The puppet instantly turned illusory and vanished from Ivelista's palm.

Immediately after, it appeared first in the dark brown eyes of this descendant of the Aigars family, then jumped into the green eyes of the man made of human skin.

The forward movement of the man in the dark gray suit made of human skin suddenly became stiff and slow.

Lu Mian didn't dare to look at the situation over there for long and quickly withdrew his gaze.

And after Amandina closed her eyes and looked away, the small bumps on her body subsided and were no longer prominent.

She curiously glanced at the monster—suspected to be a demon—that was running toward the green-eyed man, seemingly terrified to the point of collapse, and quickly surveyed the surrounding situation.

She then saw the giant demon corpse right in front, saw the incomplete corpses lying on the ground one after another, and saw the blackened bone flute that had fallen under a palm tree.

"There, there's something there." She tugged on Lu Mian's sleeve and whispered.

Could it be a powerful item dropped by the tomb keeper?

Lu Mian glanced at it and smiled in a low voice to Amandina and the others:

"Pretend you didn't see it. Don't go pick it up, don't even go near it."

He had left the "Hate Movement" there on purpose and hadn't picked it up immediately.

In the current situation, playing the "Hate Movement" again was far more likely to harm his companions than to strike at the enemy's weaknesses, and as a "Reaper," he didn't need to use the "Hate Movement" to poke the target anymore.

Therefore, he pretended he didn't have time to pick up the "Hate Movement," wanting to see if any enemy would go and take it to use against him.

If such a thing really happened, no one present—except Lu Mian himself and those three divine artifacts—could withstand the fate of the bloody disaster that came with the "Hate Movement." When that time came, Lu Mian would take Amandina and the others and "Teleport" away directly; after a while, he could return and likely see the enemy's corpse and obtain new spoils of war.

This was a trap he had set casually.

As the giant demon that Dewaho had turned into fled near the man made of human skin and approached the receding river of dead silence, a short figure walked out from the path in the jungle.

The figure was a seven or eight-year-old boy wearing cute pajamas and a cute nightcap. His yellow hair and face were dirty, covered in grease, dregs, and bloodstains.

As soon as he saw this little boy, Lugano felt his missing half-right hand throbbing with intense pain.

"D-d-d-d." His teeth chattered uncontrollably from fear.

Camus and the others, noticing his abnormal reaction, asked in astonishment:

"What's wrong?"

Following Lugano's gaze, Amandina, Camus, and Lyra saw the little boy.

The former turned her head in astonishment and looked at Lu Mian:

"That, isn't that your godson?

"How did he end up here? It's very dangerous!"

"No, he's not dangerous." Camus recalled the exaggerated reaction of Kolobo when he encountered Louis Berry and his godson, and remembered some of the things his "Fate" pathway companion had said. He said with a solemn expression, "We are the ones who are in danger."

Without waiting for Amandina and Lyra to raise questions, Camus looked at Lu Mian and frowned slightly:

"What do we do now?"

As his godfather, you should have a way to control your godson, right?

Lu Mian glanced at Ludwig, who was chasing after the demon with a brisk walk, then looked at the corpses all over the ground and the demon body of "Ciso," and answered with a smile:

"It's not a big problem."

There is enough food here to form an effective seal!

As for why Ludwig had walked all the way to the black ancient tomb area, Lu Mian had also roughly guessed the reason:

The man and woman who had just arrived in Tizamo Town tonight and checked into the Brio Hotel must have been minions of that devil from the North family. They didn't know what method they used to remain clear-headed in this special dream, but as soon as the "Dream Festival" began, they left the Brio Hotel and rushed toward the black ancient tomb.

During this process, the man and woman passed by the second floor, letting Ludwig smell the scent of gourmet food, so he abandoned vulgar food and followed behind, chasing all the way here at the speed of a seven or eight-year-old boy.

At this very moment, Ludwig's brown eyes only had the demon Dewaho in them.

"Why is it not a big problem?" Amandina put on an expression of "I lack occult knowledge, don't try to deceive me."

Lu Mian smiled and pointed at the giant demon fleeing in a sorry state near the green-eyed man:

"He's here to hunt down that monster."

"Hunt down? Him?" Amandina looked left and right in a daze.

A seven or eight-year-old boy wearing yellow-star blue pajamas hunting down a pitch-black demon nearly three meters tall, with curved goat horns and bat-like wings on his back?

This really is a dream, right?

Only after approaching the green-eyed man made of human skin and blood and getting near the black ancient tomb did Dewaho feel a little more secure, but his mind was still filled with images of his own tongue being roasted, his own brain being scooped out with a spoon, and his own arms and legs being crunched and gnawed on by that little boy.

What kind of monster is this? Dewaho watched with extreme terror as the little boy continued to walk briskly toward him.

Just then, Amandina, who had glanced in that direction, cried out:

"That figure is looking at the man in the black robe."

Ivelista? Lu Mian looked over, but didn't find anything abnormal about Ivelista Aigars.

Amandina looked away, took a moment, and then looked over again.

She explained in a fast-paced voice:

"He's not looking at the man in the black robe anymore, he's looking at the demon!"

Amandina suddenly stopped, withdrew her gaze, and frowned:

"That figure seems to be saying something... I can't understand the words, but I can understand the meaning."

"What is he saying?" Lu Mian pressed.

Amandina didn't dare look at the direction of the black ancient tomb again. She organized her thoughts and said while recalling:

"The general meaning is:

"Everyone in the world knows that crawling worms can form cocoons, and after the cocoons break, butterflies will fly out.

"An ordinary worm can actually transform into a dancing butterfly, changing its own life form. Why is that?"

Amandina's voice changed unconsciously, as if she had been influenced by something.

She paused, and said the answer to the question just now in a low, cold voice:

"First die, then live; emerge from the chrysalis to become a god..."

Before Amandina could finish her sentence, Dewaho in his demon state suddenly stiffened.

He saw his own flesh and blood rapidly decaying, and falling off in large chunks due to the decay, exposing white, ghastly bones.

In just a few seconds, the demon lost consciousness and disintegrated into a pile of rotten meat and white bones.

The rotten meat and white bones merged together as if they had a life force of their own, intertwining to form a human-sized cocoon.

The cocoon of flesh and blood soon ruptured, and a human-headed, bird-bodied monster covered in white feathers flew out from within.

This monster absorbed all the fragments of the flesh cocoon, instantly swelling significantly, and its form underwent a certain change.

The part below its human head rapidly elongated and enlarged, as if it had its own body, while the flesh at the "waist" of the body grew together with the bird's torso, all covered in white feathers stained with pale yellow grease.

"Hahaha!" Dewaho, who had countless white feathers growing out of his eyes, nostrils, face, and fingertips, laughed out loud.

He patted the white-feathered bird body below him and flew up, as if riding it, rushing toward the high sky.

Dewaho flew higher and higher, gradually turning illusory, and then he circled down and plunged into that black ancient tomb.

Lu Mian, who witnessed this scene, looked toward the entrance of the black ancient tomb once again, but still couldn't see the invisible figure Amandina had spoken of.

His heart stirred. He stepped forward two paces and rummaged through the corpse of "Ciso" to find that strange golden mask.

(End of chapter)