American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 59 Hounds in the Mist

Chapter 59 Hounds in the Mist
night.

The wind was howling outside the window, and the branches were hitting the glass, making crackling sounds.

Locke stood beside Dio's bed, the moonlight stretching his shadow very long.

"Wake up, son!"

He shook it. "You go and take charge of Sarafiel."

"?!"

Dio jumped up suddenly after hearing this, his eyes narrowing suddenly in the darkness:

"Dad, is there another crisis?!"

"That's right." Locke's face was solemn. "It's a huge crisis!"

"who is it?!"

The young man summoned the world in an instant, and the golden stand looked around as if facing a great enemy.

"This is the new sorghum I planted in my experimental field."

Locke pressed his chest in grief, "This is such a strong wind tonight."

Dio and the world froze in bed.

".ha?"

"Those are experimental seedlings of a drought-resistant variety! If they are blown off by the strong wind—"

"Boom!"

Dio fell back onto the pillow and covered his head with the quilt:

"It's not something I like to do, just go to sleep."

"Dio."

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

"You forced me to do this, boy." Locke's voice suddenly became erratic, with a faint smile, "Forgive me, stupid son."

"Hmm? What are you going to do?"

Dio's eyes blurred, and when he came to his senses, he found himself lying on the crib in the baby room.

Sarafiel was curled up beside him, her small hands tugging at a lock of his blond hair.

"Stinky old man~"

The boy was about to lose his temper, but his voice stopped abruptly. He saw Sarafiel burrowing into his arms in a daze. He could only lower his voice and grit his teeth and said, "Is this how you use Star Platinum?!"

And he could even hear Locke's humming gradually fading away from the end of the corridor.

Mixed in with the whistling sound of the wind outside the window is the sound of "father's love":
"Sleep~Go to sleep~My dear baby~"

"."

"never mind."

In the end, Dio just muttered and adjusted his posture so that Sarafiel could nestle in his arms, and at the same time let the golden stand appear at the head of the bed, blocking the shadows of the trees outside the window like a knight on guard.
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The violent wind blew the sorghum seedlings in the farmland all over the place.

Locke frowned and looked at the dark sky.

"There's something wrong with the wind." He whispered to himself.

After all, it's spring now, where did a storm of this magnitude come from?
Um.
It must be El Niño.

Locke shook his head and decided to take care of his own sorghum first.

Stepping on the muddy ridge of the field, he squatted down and carefully checked the sorghum seedlings that were destroyed by the strong wind.

The tender green stems were leaning here and there, some were even uprooted and mixed in the soil.

"Looks like we need to replant."

Locke couldn't help but sigh as he straightened a seedling.

"Ok?"

Locke blinked and suddenly noticed that the air he sighed out had condensed into an extremely thick white mist.

But it's only early spring.
The temperature shouldn't be this low.

Standing up, Locke looked around and realized that the entire field had been covered with a layer of gauze-like fog.

This is not right.
Windy day.
Where does the fog come from?!
Locke suddenly sat up and was shocked to find that the entire experimental field had been swallowed by milky white fog.

The outline of the ridge of the field has completely disappeared in the fog, and the soil under my feet has turned into some kind of damp, fishy substance at some point, making an unpleasant sticky sound with every step.

The sound of the wind, the singing of birds, and even the roar of the windmill in the distance all disappeared without a trace at this moment!

Almost as an instinctive reaction, Locke took a step back and shouted at the same time -

"Star Platinum!"

The purple stand appeared instantly, with muscles tensed and fists ready to strike.

At this moment——

From deep within the fog came an eerie clicking sound.

"Roar--!!!"

A hoarse, distorted roar exploded from the fog!
Locke's pupils contracted sharply. He saw the mist churning, and a gigantic black shadow approaching at an alarming speed! It was a...
Dog?

No, that's not right!

Its outline was vaguely visible in the mist, its body was twisted, the joints of its limbs were bent at angles incomprehensible to humans, and every movement was accompanied by the crackling sound of dislocated bones.

Without hesitation, Locke started with 0 frames!
"Star Platinum!"

"The World!"

In the gray world, he rushed forward without hesitation, and Star Platinum's fists blasted out like a rainstorm!

Face the unknown!

Let’s have a meal with Ora first!
“Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola——!!!”

"Om-!"

Time resumes its flow.

A terrifying shock wave spread out, and the surrounding fog was forcibly dispersed!
The monster, which was instantly blasted into a puddle of mud and was rapidly forming into a ball, finally revealed its true appearance.

The interlaced jaws are like two sharp saw blades.

Its skin is covered with strange fluorescent spots, and its eyes
No, they weren't eyes at all, but some kind of twisted, writhing black holes.

Locke felt a sharp pain in his brain at first sight, as if invisible thorns were stirring his nerves.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Forget it, let’s continue beating him first.

Star Platinum gathered strength in his fists once more, but before he could swing—

"The capital will send a message!"

A clear and pleasant female voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Irony?

Locke was startled, but before he could react,

"Om-!"

The space suddenly distorted!

The next second, Locke felt his vision spinning, and his whole body seemed to be pulled away from his original position by an invisible force!

When he stood firm again, it was pitch black all around him.

Damp brick walls, narrow alleys, and faint street lights in the distance
He was teleported into a dark alley.

"Huh—finally caught up."

A clear girl's voice came from the side.

Turning around, I saw a black-haired girl with a high ponytail holding her knees and gasping for breath.

The dark blue satin performance costume shone with a pearly luster under the dim light, and the slim design perfectly outlined the youthful curves.

The leather jacket was half open, rising and falling with her rapid breathing, revealing her plump breasts that gracefully curved the silk fabric.

"Are you all right, Mr. Farmer?"

The girl straightened up and casually tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The moonlight swept across her porcelain-white face, and her emerald eyes sparkled.

嗏

Locke didn't buy it.

"good?"

"I'm not feeling well right now." He narrowed his eyes, and the Star of Gold appeared behind him: "Madam, please explain..."

"Why did you teleport me here?"

The girl was startled when she heard this and blinked her thick eyelashes:

"Aren't you afraid?" She tilted her head and looked at Locke, as if she had seen some new species. "You have seen magic! And magical creatures!"

"Answer my question first." Locke's voice lowered. "My family is still on the farm."

"What did I think it was?"

"..."

"what!"

"I'm sorry, I can't go."