Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 390 Ah Xing Wants to Be a Cowboy

His voice was like the gentle tinkling of a spring, like flowers blooming freely, like birds spreading their wings and singing.

But it also seemed like pity and compassion.

Then, He extended a finger and pointed it at Serres in mid-air, like a scorpion extending its hooked tail, gently stinging Serres.

Serres seemed to hear soft words in his ear.

"How can a finite body joyfully cross an infinite sea? May you cast aside your burdens, be free from future rebirth, and attain liberation and freedom."

In the next instant, he saw countless scenes of madness; the vines grew uncontrollably, entwining their prey. The roars of beasts and the wails of scum echoed in Serres' ears.

But Serres didn't react at all, as if he couldn't see or hear anything.

He simply raised his palm, and a newly blooming flower appeared in his hand.

It didn't appear out of thin air; it grew directly from Serres's hand.

In just a few seconds, Serres's hair had turned completely golden wheat, his eyes had turned greenish-blue, branches were protruding from his ears, and tree roots were extending from the soles of his shoes and embedding themselves into the wooden floor.

"Oh my, sister, you're too generous." Serris's ears twitched, and she said with a natural smile.

But the pharmacist remained silent.

Behind her, Gadriya looked at Serres's current state, glanced at the sculpture in her hand, and then at the apothecary who was smiling and watching Serres.

This……

There is no doubt that Mr. Devil is as powerful as a true god.

But just one word caused a qualitative change in a true god-level powerhouse...

Cattleya lowered her head, focusing her gaze on her nose, mouth, and heart.

Cattleya has adopted ostrich mode.

Jiajia doesn't know anything...

But when she looked down, Cattleya found herself staring into the eyes of several red eyes on the sculpture in her hand.

Because the apothecary has eyes all over his body, no matter how Cattleya turns the sculpture in her hand, she will always make eye contact with at least one pair of eyes.

Her mind raced, and she immediately came up with a solution.

The decision was made to give the sculpture to Frank.

Anyway, this was originally meant for Frank.

She turned around to face Frank, looked up, and silently handed over the sculpture.

Frank had noticed the sculpture earlier and guessed that it might be for him, so he reached out and took it, examining it closely.

"It's beautiful, thank you, Captain." Frank accepted the gift without a second thought and placed it on the table, like a figurine.

Cattleya hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.

"Huh? Where's Serres?" Frank's slightly puzzled voice rang out.

Cattleya instinctively looked towards the door, but Serres was gone.

…………

Iron Cross Street, Tingen City.

The streets were quiet at night, with no pedestrians or carriages, only the kerosene lamps hanging on the two rows of streetlights casting a faint light.

On a street corner, Xing stared silently at the trash can in front of her.

Silence, stillness.

Is this a trash can? Maybe.

But this is an even rarer treasure in the world.

The elegant curves and intricate yet understated patterns.

Perhaps this trash can is the darling of this street.

If you were to meet her on a path at night, perhaps the star would remove its blue bowler hat and invite her to dance a waltz in the night.

But she can't do it now.

As punishment for "Truth or Dare," she's forbidden from touching the trash can for the next three days. She's a great pioneer, sticking to her principles even when unsupervised.

If I say I won't touch it, I won't.

Xing watched silently and sighed.

What a tragedy it is to encounter the right bucket at the wrong time...

The sadness suffocated her, making her feel like a drowning squid.

Since Tartarov's death, those treacherous people have driven the loyal and good out of the country, and this life of exile, which feels like an eternity, seems to have no end in sight.

Now, as the newly born queen, Star is unable to even embrace these "great creations that govern all trash."

She was truly an incompetent queen.

He's not even as good as a tyrant.

Xing felt she was about to shed tears, but in the years since she ascended the throne, she had already cried all her tears.

call……

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the streetlights overhead swayed gently, their light flickering as if giving a signal to someone.

Xing noticed that the streetlight stood right above the trash can, its light shining down and illuminating the garbage.

The light and the barrel hold hands, sharing their joy.

So, they were already dancing?

This is the waltz of the buckets, silent and peaceful, completely immersed in their own world, unknown to outsiders...

Is this... is this love?
Xing suddenly felt like she was superfluous.

Well then... I wish you happiness, Mr. Trash Can and Ms. Streetlight.

Xing turned away resolutely.

She turned and left, as if she had made up her mind.

But is this possible?
She is the queen of trash cans, a true tyrant in this world!

No trash can she set her sights on could resist her!

Today, Ah Xing is going to be a minotaur!

Can't touch the trash can? So what?

Fate has banished me, so what!

In this broken era, there are still people who rebel against fate!

Xing turned and rushed forward, grabbed the lamppost, pulled it up sharply, and ran away.

Hehehe, go ahead and cry your heart out and hate your own weakness!

All tragedies in this world stem from the lack of strength of those involved.

Xing, carrying the street lamp, still walked briskly, like a cat that had stolen a fish.

Jie Jie Jie.

She is the Minotaur Queen!
After winding through the dark alleyways for several minutes, Xing suddenly found herself in an unfamiliar alley and met a middle-aged man passing by.

Xing saw a purple exclamation mark above his head, and the momentum of his running suddenly stopped, bringing him to an abrupt halt not far from the man.

He was a middle-aged man of medium build with a bronze complexion. He held an open newspaper in his hand, not the Tingen Morning Post but the Backlund Evening Post. It reported that a newly wealthy man from Backlund had purchased three percent of the shares of the Coim Company.

He was beardless, wore a top hat, had black hair and brown eyes, soft features, and his eyes revealed an indescribable sense of vicissitude. There was a black mole below his right ear that could only be seen upon close inspection.

Even though the alley was pitch black, the only light source came from the crimson moon in the sky and the streetlights on the stars' shoulders.

However, the man had already opened the newspaper in his hand before Xing entered the alley, and was reading it as he walked.

It was as if darkness could not obscure His vision at all.

Mr. Azik saw a gray-haired girl carrying a telephone pole rush past him and then suddenly stop a short distance away. He also stopped in his tracks.

He had seen people steal money, steal manhole covers, and steal people, but this was the first time He had ever seen someone steal a street lamp; it was quite a novelty.

(End of this chapter)