The Strange Adventures of Hearn the Believer

Aoko immediately smeared the photos and tickets onto Shinju's face.

The photos and tickets automatically reverted to blue particles and vanished without a trace when they were close to the woman. Therefore, Aoko's action of slapping her in the face was essentially a slap, which the woman dodged by turning her head, and was ultimately slapped on the shoulder.

"Tsk."

After her attack missed, Aoko looked slightly annoyed, but she knew this was not the time to fool around, so she stopped.

"Give up, I won't give you a second chance to slap me."

Having dodged the attack, the believer straightened her clothes and, gazing at the increasingly intense emerald green light screen in the bird's nest, declared cheerfully.

"why?"

Upon hearing this, Qingzi followed up with a question. Even though she was still angry, she noticed the increasingly intense emerald green light screen and immediately responded sternly.

"Because Shi has only ever slapped me once."

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Pandora, observing from the sidelines, still found the emotions of carbon-based beings to be both wondrous and incomprehensible.

For example, Mr. Hearn seemed completely unconcerned about being attacked by Ms. Aozaki, yet he meticulously controlled the number of times he had been slapped on the face.

For example, Miss Aozaki seemed completely unconcerned about the reasons for attacking Mr. Hearn. Despite still being angry, she felt much better after hearing what he said next.

Chapter 129 Trial

The night was quiet after the floodwaters had passed.

Yonglin opened her eyes, looked up, and saw the pale full moon. She felt that the moon had never been so bright.

He stood in a sea of ​​wildflowers in the woods, the silvery moonlight streaming down from the full moon, imprinting the pale, fairytale-like flower field beneath his feet with a solemn and dignified hue.

After taking in everything around her, a bizarre sense of familiarity, like a cold, sinister snake's tongue, coiled around Eirin's heart, as if she were in another world.

Where is this?

Where did everyone go?

Yonglin rubbed his eyes hard, and after confirming that this was not a hallucination, he raised his left hand and tried to slap himself.

But before that, there were ethereal footsteps coming from behind.

Yonglin turned around and saw a figure in blue walking on flowers.

It felt like I'd seen it somewhere before, I was sure I'd seen it somewhere before, yet I couldn't discern even the slightest outline of it.

If it were to be interpreted literally, it would merely be a blue, ever-changing humanoid silhouette.

Before she could even speak, an instinctive sense of crisis compelled Yonglin to turn and run away, frantically taking steps like a child trying to walk.

Phew——

Before he took his first step, a sound like pudding being punctured burst forth from his chest, followed by a warm, sweet, fishy liquid gushing out like a fountain.

A blue arm pierced through his chest, its grotesque claws cradling the beating, vibrant heart before him.

So this is what the heart of a living creature looks like?

So this is what his heart looks like?

When Yonglin witnessed all of this happening so abruptly, she was speechless for a moment. The emptiness in her heart and the vivid scene before her eyes were so absurd.

Suddenly, I heard whispers behind my ear, as if a demon was murmuring in hushed tones.

"Hooking up to Sister-in-law Yi, wearing red shoes, washing olives"

To put it simply, it means sleeping with your brother's wife, betraying your own brother, and being a traitor.

There are three major taboos in the martial arts world; breaking even one will result in three cuts and six holes.

"Yonglin, you committed two offenses in one go. Six cuts and twelve holes are too lenient on you."

The bright moonlight, like silver shards, fell down, illuminating the pale sea of ​​flowers, and also illuminating many other things.

For example, the sea of ​​red and white flowers stained red by the gushing blood.

For example, Eirin's body, also soaked in blood, was too weak to stand.

For example, that vibrant, beating heart that is gradually falling apart.

A poisonous blue aura invaded the heart cavity through the severed artery, and the vibrant pulse gradually subsided as the heart disintegrated.

After each piece of flesh and blood was coated with a pale blue layer, it flew up into the moon sky like postage stamps.

Yonglin felt herself being lifted up, floating in the night sky under the pale full moon, and drifting away with the wind, never to be seen again.

In the last second before losing consciousness, Yonglin looked down at the pale sea of ​​flowers, as dreamlike yet as sorrowful as a fairy tale. The crimson bloodstains were gone, leaving only a blue figure gazing into the distance, waving, as if bidding him farewell.

Grus stood behind the surging crowd, looking at the Sons of Earth who had lived in the village for decades, and couldn't understand why they were so agitated.

Whether it was the old man who taught him swordsmanship, the chess players he occasionally visited, or even a branch of his father's family.

They cursed, swore, roared, screamed, and then cried out in despair.

They picked up anything they could use as a weapon and rushed forward to beat up the young compatriot who had traveled westward from the Far East.

They dragged the young man down from the platform, trampled him into the mud and dust, and beat him with their fists, kicked him, spit on him, and stabbed him with farm tools.

The steel-cast shackles were delivered to the heart of the conflict as quickly as possible, before the chains had been enchanted by the village's spellcasters.

The villagers bound the young man's right hand and neck to the same steel shackle, then put handcuffs and leg irons of the same material on him. They then drove horses and dragged the young man away from the village, exiling him to a vast plain far from the fertile forest, leaving him to fend for himself.

Grus secretly followed the exiles out of the village and found the exiled Son of Earth hanging upside down from the treetops by his kin before sunset.

The nights on the Great Plains have never been peaceful. Hungry predators, who hunt by day and emerge by night, roam the edges of the lush forest, searching for the first fresh prey of the night.

Beneath the old tree, before those pairs of emerald eyes that roamed the night approached, the young big cat once again gripped the hilt of his sword and drew it from its sheath.

The next moment, the holy radiance illuminated the darkness of the wasteland.

"Ouch, don't eat me!"

Deedlit slumped down against the old wooden wall, and opened her eyes in pain. She found that the surrounding scenery was no longer as dangerous as before, but had returned to the same forest space as a moment ago, where a rhythmic green aura slowly rippled out—the sacred nest of the Emerald Dragon King Seramai.

What just happened?

Miss Sword Chanter rubbed her sore bottom and slowly stood up.

She was just an agile spellcaster, not a real muscle-bound warrior. Caught off guard by that attack, she felt like her slender waist was about to break.

As he recovered, he scanned his surroundings and saw a group of dragonmen lying haphazardly on the wooden floor of Hallownest. Most of them looked pained, as if they were trapped in a nightmare. No, it wasn't just as if; they were definitely trapped in a nightmare.

Deedlit recalled her nightmare of being trapped in a bug hive surrounded by a bunch of disgusting things, and felt she had no appetite for dinner tonight.

Fortunately, at the last moment, she unleashed a series of self-destructive fireballs, depleting all her spell slots, thus sacrificing herself in the sea of ​​fire and awakening from her dream.

Thinking that the other guys in her team might still be trapped in the nightmare, Deedlit quickly stepped over a bunch of dragonmen lying haphazardly and ran through almost the entire Hall of Hallownest. She even found a few fellow forest elves who were also trapped in the nightmare, but she couldn't find her four teammates.

Joshua's big cat also disappeared.

As for the others, Deedlit had no time to care about them; the disappearance of her companions made her extremely anxious.

“Miss Deedlit, right?”

A familiar voice called out, and Deedlit instinctively turned around to see the landlady of the Cloud Inn just getting up from the ground.

"Miss Jiang Xue, what happened? Why has everyone fainted? Hern and the others, and even His Highness?"

"Shh-"

Deedlit's words were abruptly cut short when Jiang Xue covered her lips with her index finger. But the clever Lin Jing quickly realized that the dragon girl was already aware of what had happened.

"Jiang Xue, I can keep quiet, but I need an explanation."

Deedlit lowered her voice, her expression solemn.

"This was His Highness's final act of mercy."

"What do you mean?"

Deedlit was clearly not satisfied with such a vague answer.

"That princess has the ability to interfere with the teleportation channel of the Emerald Dream. She bypassed the Emerald Dragon King Seramai and set up an additional layer of restrictions for this dream journey. Everyone will face a trial that they would encounter when they are at their weakest or most helpless. Only those who can pass the trial can reach the destination of this journey, while the rest of the losers will be spat out of the Emerald Dream, just like you and me, and return here."

Jiang Xue explained in a low voice.

"Has your dragon princess gone mad? Doesn't she worry at all about her safety on this journey north?"

She is not the princess of a real dragon at all.

Jiang Xue naturally couldn't tell this to the Lin Jing in front of her, nor could she tell her that Salome Reinhardt originally didn't plan to bring any attendants on this trip if it weren't to confuse the Earth Children disguised as true dragons in Silver Harbor.

Those forest spirits were right. This journey north was fraught with peril, and His Highness's final act of mercy was to avoid taking any outsiders with him.

"Her Highness has her own considerations. Besides, not everyone will be banished from the Emerald Dream back to this place."

"Like Hearn and Joshua, right?"

"Yes."

Half an hour later, the dragonmen gradually woke up from their dream, and then lined up to count their numbers.

Such a change was not unexpected.

In fact, high-ranking military officers like Lao Chen had received inside information beforehand, but their accounts differed from the truth.

Just as Old Chen had known beforehand—this trial came from the Emerald Dragon King, and those who failed were not qualified to go north.

Old Chen, after all, was a middle-aged man of some age. Unlike his hot-blooded subordinates, his mind wasn't filled with chivalrous zealots and vengeance. He thought more about going home to his wife, children, and a warm bed.

I thought it was a pipe dream when I first heard about Lin Jing's one-way tour, but now that things are like this, I feel much more at ease.

Of course, he could only think about it, but he couldn't show it on his face, otherwise, where would he put his face as the elder brother?

Lady Jiang Xue is already coordinating with Lin Jing, so for now, this seasoned veteran only needs to keep his few greenhorns in check.

However, after Old Chen had circled the ranks a few times, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He stopped, opened his eyes wide, and carefully examined the remaining ninety or so soldiers.

Then, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Where did you go, you son of a bitch, Alan?"

Chapter 130 The Cyan Hero (Part 1)

The sky was gray, as if it was about to snow; it was already the end of December.

As she stopped, the first drizzle fell from the gray sky, and the misty lake gradually began to ripple.

"Ugh, it's so cold..."

They clasped their hands together and rubbed their fingers to warm them.

I felt ashamed of my inadequate preparation; winter school uniforms could not protect me from the harsh winter.

I stayed up all night until dawn, was woken up by noise in the morning, and encountered winter rain on my way home.

Just like the weather, she felt that her luck was also completely gone.

Regardless of this terrible weather.

As a member of the "Homebound Club," I happened to catch a glimpse of unfamiliar scenery I had never seen before on my way home from school.

When I came to my senses, the soft, moist earth beneath my feet gave me a unique feeling, and the distinctive grassy scent of the riverbank filled my nostrils.

There wasn't a single familiar scene around.

"Trouble..."

She looked up at the unfamiliar building in front of her.

Calling it a building is a bit of a stretch.

Information is extracted from the knowledge base, compared, and finally an ambiguous conclusion is reached.

The building in front of me looks exactly like the entrance to a subway station, something that a small suburban town like Misaki doesn't have.

However, generally speaking, subway station entrances are built on the ground along the subway line, designed to help passengers reach underground. But the one in front of us is indeed a fantastical structure that leads to the bottom of a lake.

At least from an external perspective, that's correct.

The silver threads falling from the gray sky grew denser and denser, and the familiar hillside scenery on the way home was long gone behind us.

Instead, there are reassuring, empty wildernesses and unsettling, fearful, and despairing primeval forests.

In any case, we have no choice but to go inside and take shelter from the rain.

Having reached the above conclusion, she ended her brief and luxurious pause and commanded herself to move forward.