Chapter 698

Tizamo Town, inside Tewanaco's house.

Amidst the violent shaking of the building, Amandina woke up.

She stood up in a daze and cast her gaze out the window, seeing the sky turn gray and press down very low; both the red moon and the stars were completely obscured.

In the near-absolute darkness, Amandina turned her body and cast her gaze not far away.

Luo Bote, dressed neatly, was slowly getting up, looking around slowly as if still unable to adapt to the lightless environment.

After the tremors of the earth and the shaking of the building finally stopped, Luo Bote discovered Amandina with the help of spirit vision.

He hesitated for a moment and said:

"We, woke up?"

He remembered that before entering the "Dream Festival," he and Amandina had used a date as an excuse to meet here, and after passively entering that special dream, they separated temporarily, one staying in place and one going to Saint Cien Church.

Amandina looked at the suddenly noisy street outside the window again and thought for a few seconds before saying:

"Should be...

"But I don't know what happened now."

Luo Bote remembered his experiences in the dream and fell silent; Amandina didn't take the initiative to speak either.

After a long while, Luo Bote asked in a low voice:

"What happened to you later?"

Amandina suddenly laughed:

"Nothing happened."

Luo Bote closed his mouth once again.

Amandina, who possessed night vision, looked at him and said with a complex smile:

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Luo Bote was silent for a moment and said:

"What did you experience later?"

Amandina felt the quiet darkness in the house, and after a long, dead silence, she said in a low voice:

"I saw the person who gave me power."

"The person who gave you power?" Luo Bote asked in astonishment.

Amandina smiled:

"After we touched that black ancient tomb, we didn't actually fall asleep; we only truly fell into a coma after accepting the power."

"How is that possible..." Luo Bote had an expression of disbelief.

Amandina didn't try to convince him, but began to talk to herself:

"Obtaining supernatural power, immediately falling into a coma or sleeping, and when waking up, completely mastering that power, both spirit and flesh have undergone certain changes...

"Does this count as a low-level death followed by rebirth?"

"What are you talking about?" Luo Bote was increasingly dazed.

I can't understand it at all!

Amandina's eyes turned slightly, and she smiled:

"That person told me; perhaps it's a form of teaching."

"Teaching..." Luo Bote looked at Amandina opposite him, only able to confirm her state through spirit vision.

He felt that his fiancée was different from before, as if she had grown up overnight.

Amandina wanted to tell Luo Bote about her experiences in detail, as she usually did, but a large number of words rushed to her lips, only to be swallowed back by her in the end.

She sighed and said:

"Aren't you going to check on Father Cali? He probably won't live much longer."

Luo Bote was startled out of his thoughts and blurted out:

"He fled to the side of that ancient tomb and was killed by someone?"

"He is indeed dead," Amandina replied.

Luo Bote's expression changed repeatedly, and he didn't ask who the murderer was.

Amandina thought for a moment and said:

"Before you go to find Father Cali, I have to tell you one thing.

"The desire you felt when you first faced him didn't come from your heart; he prayed to the devil through a ritual and obtained the power to influence you."

Luo Bote's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Amandina didn't say anything more, stepped forward, passed Luo Bote, and walked toward the stairs.

After holding onto the stair railing, she paused and sighed:

"Let's find an excuse to break off the engagement. I can accept other things about you, but I cannot allow my fiancé to let me follow Louis Berry alone to find the black ancient tomb under those circumstances.

"Don't worry, I won't tell others about your affairs, and those who knew in the dream won't talk about it either."

Luo Bote turned his body suddenly and looked toward the stairs, just in time to see Amandina descending layer by layer, her spiritual light drowned in the deep darkness.

Amandina left Tewanaco's house and came to the street.

She looked at the gray and low sky, looked at the sporadic lights on both sides, and smelled the dust-filled air.

After covering her nose with her hand, Amandina walked toward the Palm Manor.

Her steps gradually became light.

…………

Tizamo Town, third floor of the Police Headquarters.

Camus just felt that Colobo wasn't shaking as violently as before, as if he had recovered, when he heard painful cursing coming from the next room.

His heart stirred; he lit a candle, walked out of the room, pushed open the slightly deformed wooden door next door, and saw the Fusa man Loban lying on the ground, clutching his knees and constantly crying out in pain.

This member of the Tizamo Town Patrol had woken up in the earthquake-like movement and wanted to flip off the bed to find cover, but one of his legs strangely lost its strength, accompanied by intense pain, causing him to fall directly onto the floor.

Before Camus could organize his words, Ria's voice sounded beside him:

"Don't worry, it's the mass hysteria mentioned in those investigations; it will get better after receiving the corresponding mass."

Loban had cooperated with Camus in collecting various abnormal events in Tizamo Town and quickly understood Ria's words.

He cursed, struggled to stand up, took out a military hip flask from under his pillow, and gulped down a few mouthfuls of strong liquor.

After his face had some ruddiness, Loban breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"I feel my knee has recovered a bit; sometimes, alcohol is more useful than mass!"

Camus also breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Ria, and found that his teammate's expression had become a bit colder.

After what just happened, her dream projection completely disappeared; did those emotions and desires return to her body? I don't know if that special dream is still there, and if there will be a "Dream Festival" next year... Camus instantly had many associations.

At this time, Ria said to him:

"Let's go out and see if we can save some people; those injured shouldn't just be those who died in the 'Dream Festival'."

Camus was stunned for a moment and said:

"Good."

A bit of joy welled up in his heart, feeling that Ria hadn't undergone any essential changes due to the return of those emotions and desires.

…………

According to the Buriu Hotel owner's information, Lu Mian arrived at the fourth floor and opened the wooden door of the corresponding room.

The near-lightless dark environment quickly receded under the illumination of a ball of searing white fire, presenting everything here to Lu Mian's eyes:

Some items had fallen to the ground due to the shaking just now, the tables and chairs had moved to a certain extent, a small amount of dust had fallen from the ceiling, the windows were closed, but the glass had shattered. Apart from these, there was nothing worth noting, and no human presence.

Lu Mian looked around and didn't find any traces of the man and woman.

He frowned slightly and muttered to himself silently:

"According to the original rules of the 'Dream Festival,' death in the dream doesn't equal immediate death. Did the man and woman leave Tizamo Town directly after waking up?

"I was still planning to come and collect their corpses, and by the way, inherit their Beyonder characteristics..."

Lu Mian didn't think that the man and woman couldn't leave this sealed room just because the door was closed and the windows were shut. After all, they were two mid-sequence Beyonders, one even being a "Demon"; perhaps they had special abilities to solve corresponding problems.

Lu Mian thought about whether to search for traces and chase after them to represent the "Dream Festival" in clearing out the dead, while casually checking various details in the room.

Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and his gaze froze for a second.

He saw a feather lying quietly under the armchair by the window.

A white feather full of pale yellow oil stains!

Lu Mian's scalp went numb instantly; he retreated two steps silently and returned to the corridor.

Had the man and woman already died like Reyasa and undergone mutation?

Then where were their corpses?

Disappeared?

Would humans who "ascended to godhood" have different manifestations after leaving the "Dream Festival"?

Lu Mian, with a ball of searing white fire floating behind his head, re-examined the room before him with many questions, feeling that the "corpses" of the man and woman might still be here, just that he couldn't see them.

He walked into the room carefully and came to the armchair, feeling no abnormalities and finding no traces of invisible things.

Lu Mian took out the "Spectator's Glasses" and the "Eye of Truth" from the "Traveler's Bag" and put them on his face one after another.

He still didn't see the figures of the man and woman, his vision filled with chaotic darkness, lightless rivers, oily feathers, and imprisoned depths.

"After returning to reality, they completed 'ascension' at the first opportunity and left here?" Lu Mian deliberated for a few seconds and activated the black mark on his right shoulder.

He "teleported" to a certain place in the jungle, the edge of the area corresponding to the special dream.

As a "Hunter," after being taken to the black ancient tomb once by Amandina, Lu Mian had already memorized the correct route and environmental characteristics. It took him nearly a quarter of an hour to arrive at the area where many tree roots protruded from the ground like numerous knotted blood vessels.

However, the place where the black ancient tomb should have stood like a giant rock was empty; there was nothing.

"Does that black ancient tomb only exist in the dream, and reality cannot touch it?" Lu Mian began to speculate seriously, "So, angels like the 'Pale Empress' cannot descend personally and can only send people to participate in the 'Dream Festival'?"

As his thoughts raced, Lu Mian's gaze moved back and forth on the land corresponding to the black ancient tomb.

It was indeed a bit different from the surroundings; there were no knotted tree roots protruding from the ground, and it was flat and stone-free.

Lu Mian approached thoughtfully, took out the straight sword, used it as a shovel, and tried to dig the soil.

Just after digging a small pit, Lu Mian's eyelids jumped.

Buried by the dark brown soil were two white feathers stained with pale yellow oil stains!

Lu Mian took a slow breath and dug a bit deeper.

Not long after, a palm-sized, miserably deep black, slightly moist and sticky piece of strange soil came into his view.

(End of chapter)