Nightmare Light

Chapter 218 Partners
“These graffiti are different from those in the orphanage.”

When A-Zhe said those words, Lin Wang's heart sank.

A sense of unease crept into his heart.

But Lin Wang still tried to ask her, "Sister A-Zhe, is it possible that these graffiti are mirrored, which is why they look different?"

"No, it's not a mirror image issue at all."

Ah Zhe walked to the wall and pointed to the wall next to him: "This is the wall of the 'Little Warriors Class'... Do you remember what was painted on this wall in the orphanage? It was there when you were in the orphanage."

"Oh, I remember now!" Lin Wang slapped his left palm with his right hand. "There's a dog painted on that wall!"

“…That was actually a tiger.” A-Zhe’s lips twitched, but she still stopped talking and pointed to the wall, “Come closer and look carefully here.”

Lin Wang held up the white flame, leaned closer to the wall, and carefully examined the graffiti on it.

Where there used to be a dog (or tiger) on the wall, there is now a lake and two ducks.

Lin Wang frowned, his unease growing stronger.

"Lin Wang, you said... these paintings are different, why is that?"

“I have a terrible suspicion… I hope it’s not true.” Lin Wang’s expression was grim, and he frowned. “I suspect… someone is ‘running’ this orphanage.”

“Oh my god…” A-Zhe’s eyes widened, and he trembled. “What about the children in the orphanage…”

"Stop thinking about it and move forward. If someone is really running this orphanage, those children are definitely still somewhere in this orphanage."

"I guess this is also Vice-Bishop Zhao's destination."

……

Meanwhile, in a children's lounge at the "reverse orphanage".

In the lounge, a large pile of wooden chairs was stacked haphazardly into a small mountain, with a lone chair at the top, resembling a throne.

A beautiful little girl, who looked only eleven or twelve years old and resembled a porcelain doll, sat in this chair.

Her expression was icy as she looked down at the empty space in front of her in the lounge.

A few seconds later, in the middle of the open space, a cloud of black smoke suddenly condensed, and then a woman with one half of her face being very beautiful and the other half writhing like black mud staggered out of the mist.

Vice-Bishop Zhao, panting, lay prostrate on the ground: "Your Holiness..."

The little girl, referred to as the Archbishop, raised her chin, her tone devoid of emotion: "So, Vice-Bishop Zhao... not only did you fail to fulfill your promise, but you also lost the Shadow Scepter?"

Deputy Bishop Zhao lay prostrate on the ground, head bowed, his body trembling slightly, but his tone was full of resentment: "It's because he came too quickly and too early! Otherwise, how could I have..."

She raised her head with a ferocious grin, tearing at the muddy right side of her face with one hand: "I've been beautiful for over a hundred years! And now I look like this... Do you think I like this ugly appearance?!"

A burst of holy light suddenly exploded on Vice-Bishop Zhao. The old woman screamed and was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall behind her before falling to the ground.

A dozen seconds later, she got up, panting.

The left side of her face, because of this blow, actually regained some of the appearance of an old woman!

"You have overstepped your bounds."

The little girl-like priest remained calm, as if nothing had happened. Vice-Bishop Zhao, seemingly regaining some of her composure after the attack, bowed her head deeply, her face contorted in pain: "Yes, Your Excellency, please forgive me."

“No, you are the vice-bishop of the temple, and I am the head priest of the rebellious son… In terms of organizational structure, you are not my subordinate… There’s no need for that.” The little girl’s expression was calm, and her tone was unhurried. “It’s just that what you want to do happens to be very similar to what we… Ha, rebellious son, want to do, so we are cooperating.”

“The High Priest is right. Everyone in this world owes their mother! Everyone should repay their debt to their mother!” Vice-Bishop Zhao suddenly became agitated. “So please give me… give me another chance! I can definitely do it!”

“The Shadow General needs a huge amount of shadow energy, but it must be kept under control.” The little girl looked at her, leaned forward a little, and said with a hint of concern, “Now that you have lost the Shadow Scepter, if you rashly absorb so much shadow energy… I’m worried that you will become like those monsters.”

After saying that, she shook her head: "So, I don't recommend that you try this again—there are many ways to control the Shadow Legion, you don't have to transform yourself... Lord Zhao, I'm doing this for your own good."

“No! I can do it, please believe me!” Vice-Bishop Zhao said excitedly. “You have created such a large legion, it needs a commander! And I need an opportunity to collect my debts from the secular world!”

She stood up, waved her hands, took a few steps forward, and looked up at the little girl on the platform: "Headmaster! This is a win-win situation!"

The little girl looked down at Vice-Bishop Zhao, remained silent for a good ten seconds, and then sighed.

"OK then."

"I hope you survive the conversion ritual... Your Excellency, I want you to understand that what the rebellious sons want is a strong and rational collaborator, a commander of the Shadow Legion who can be communicated with and trusted, not a dark, ugly one..."

Don't say that word!

"...a dark, crazed legion soldier."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and made a sweeping motion in the air, and a strangely shaped magic circle, composed of two halves, appeared out of thin air.

Many shadows can converge on the magic circle, and soon the magic circle will take shape.

The little girl squeezed her hand, and the magic circle began to shrink and become smaller, eventually turning into a pitch-black pyramid, which fell into the hands of Vice-Bishop Zhao.

"Find a safe place where you won't be disturbed, and set up the magic circle."

As the little girl spoke, she waved her hand again, and dozens of white bone fragments flew toward Vice-Bishop Zhao, who reached out and caught them.

"Thank you!" Vice-Bishop Zhao took the bone fragment and turned to leave, but was stopped by the little girl.

"Your Excellency, I have something else for you." The little girl-like priest handed a rough stone to Vice-Bishop Zhao.

"what is this?"

"Inside here is a wisp of thought left behind by an ancient god." The little girl looked at Vice Bishop Zhao with a calm expression and a hint of concern in her tone. "Place it in the very center of the magic circle, and it can protect you from turning into a monster during the most critical moment of transformation."

"Thank you." Vice-Bishop Zhao's voice was cheerful. "The fact that Your Excellency has brought out such a treasure shows how much importance you attach to this cooperation."

"Of course, the unfilial son has always valued his collaborators."

Deputy Bishop Zhao carried the items to the door. She turned her head and nodded solemnly to the Viscount: "Thank you again, Your Excellency... Also, your 'throne' is very unique and beautiful."

After saying that, she walked out of the lounge.

A few seconds later, a sigh was heard in the lounge.

"It's those brats again, wanting to play the 'building a mountain' game... How am I supposed to get down there!"

(End of this chapter)