Chapter 150 The Moon Goddess Was Blasphemed (Thanks to Dongfang Wufei for the reward!)

Looking at the girl on the ground, Ron let out a long sigh.

All the fear deep in his heart disappeared at this moment, and Ron even felt ashamed for having felt fear in his heart before.

He stared blankly at the figure on the ground. Although he knew that she had crawled out of a coffin, but... she was not scary at all.

It's not just that her previous performance was somewhat funny, even stupid, but also the way she looks now.

The hard banging of her little head against the wall seemed to make her feel a little painful. Her tender little white hand kept rubbing her forehead, and one could even hear a slurping sound under the mask.

The hair that was originally smooth like a waterfall now became messy and scattered on the shoulders.

The Gothic black long skirt also became messy because of this.

The mask on his face was also a little crooked due to the impact just now, revealing half of his smooth and white forehead and his small, pointed and long chin underneath.

However, the overall face shape should be the iconic oval face, and the overly tilted mask even causes one of her black eyes to be exposed... Her eyes also have a two-dimensional style, big and bright.

She seemed a little annoyed and raised her little hands, trying to straighten the mask on her face.

Then, she seemed to sense something, and her body suddenly stiffened, only her big eye turned upwards, and then she found Ron squatting in front of her, motionless, staring at her.

In an instant, Ron seemed to see the hair on the neck of the Moon Goddess Lucia stand up.

A pair of white and tender little feet, ten round little toes, firmly clasped on the floor, scratching and scratching...

Ron was worried that in a while there might be a three-bedroom apartment on this floor.

Unable to help but sigh heavily, he rubbed his forehead in distress, stretched out a hand towards the little girl opposite, ready to pull her up.

After all, the skirt of this little girl was pulled to her thighs. If it was normal, Ron would not care about it. Or rather, he would feel lucky. But the girl in front of him looked too young, which made Ron feel guilty.

The little girl looked at Ron's palm quietly, motionless.

Even the light in his eyes disappeared, as if he had turned into a puppet again.

Ron stood up with his lips twitching slightly, turned around and walked away a few steps. Immediately, a rustling sound came from behind him.

When the sound stopped and two seconds passed, Ron turned around again.

Swish! A black shadow floated behind him.

"Huh..." Ron had never encountered such a strange existence before. He felt a headache, even more tormented than when he tried to kill Herman and fight against fate.

Why is this little girl so obsessed with what's behind me?

Is there a flower on his back?

Or are you some kind of ghost? Ron kept complaining: "I say, you don't want to float behind me all the time, do you?"

"If that's the case, then I have to remind you that I don't know when I will turn around or turn my head. Accidents like the one just now may happen again at any time."

Ron even seriously suspected that this little girl might have become stupid because she had been hit on the head too many times.

"You don't want that to happen again, do you?" Ron said. Why couldn't he get rid of this damn habit?

There was no movement behind him. Ron turned his head quietly. From the corner of his eye he could see the little girl standing there in a daze, as if she was seriously thinking about Ron's suggestion. He always felt that this little girl's IQ was not very high and she seemed to be easily deceived.

After a while, a figure appeared on Ron's shoulder.

That's Elsa's place. Be careful or Elsa will come after you.

Seeing those two white and tender slender legs, which really looked like chicken sausages, swaying gently beside his head, Ron felt a very strange feeling in his heart.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out what was going on with this little girl.

"Ahem, um, let me ask you, what's your name?"

“…”

"Are you the Moon Goddess, Lucia?"

“…”

"Why are you lying in a coffin?"

“…”

I asked several questions in a row, but didn't get any response.

This girl should be in a state where she has a little consciousness and a little IQ, but definitely not too high. Her behavior is more based on instinct.

Ron couldn't ask for too much from such a being. The only thing he could be sure of was that she must have woken up because of the words he had whispered before: Moon Goddess, Lucia.

These words were like some kind of switch, but it was obviously not the time to turn on the switch yet, so she was in this confused state.

She was very light, but unlike Elsa, she still had some weight. However, her weight of less than 100 pounds was not enough for Ron to bear.

It seemed impossible to transfer her off his shoulders in a short time, so Ron was too lazy to waste words. Anyway, he would not stay on the Soul Ferry for too long. This girl would not chase him to the Dusk Continent, right?

While muttering to himself, Ron walked out of the cabin.

When passing another coffin, Ron paused for a moment and glanced at the girl in a white dress and a silver mask: "Star God?"

"Lord of the Stars?"

"Lord of the Stars?"

"Lutonya?"

The girl lay quietly in the coffin, motionless.

Ron cursed himself in his heart and glanced at the exquisite doll sitting on his shoulder. "I'm leaving. You stay here alone and don't run around."

Still in a daze.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It feels like taking care of a child.

He exhaled and said no more, his consciousness gradually sinking.

Not long after, the familiar feeling came again and he returned to his body.

There was a thick darkness before his eyes, with a strong feeling of suffocation. He should be lying in a coffin now.

He exhaled forcefully, and then a smile appeared on his face. He could breathe normally, which was a good sign.

He could even feel his heartbeat in his chest.

After his soul entered the Soul Ferry, the Heart of Ostara indeed replaced his original heart and became the new core of his body.

He was completely resurrected.

Ron couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling. Even though everything was going according to his plan, he was still excited to be alive again. He even wanted to put his hand on his chest and feel his heartbeat again.

However, just when Ron had this thought, he suddenly felt something strange and abnormal, as if something was pressing on his chest, making his breathing a little difficult.

It's not very heavy, and it's flat, like a piece of board.

But not as hard as iron.

This amount was naturally nothing to Ron. He subconsciously raised his hands and felt around his body.

Hmm...

There is a rustling feeling, like cloth.

Small and soft.

Bouncy.

Cool.

What is this? Ron couldn't help but become more confused. He thought it was a board, but it was obviously softer than a board.

He tried, reaching one hand upwards, his fingers clearly drawing a rounded and concave arc.

One hand tried to explore downwards, something round.

In an instant, Ron's body suddenly stiffened: his waist on top and his legs on the bottom.

So what he just touched in the middle was...

It seemed that he had accidentally blasphemed the Moon Goddess! ...

The other side! Snap, snap, snap.

Two figures were moving quickly in the night, casting long shadows on the ground under the moonlight. Under the lonely night sky, the occasional buzzing of insects could be heard, making the night even more eerie and terrifying.

The two men didn't care about the gloomy atmosphere at all, because the place they were about to go to was more terrifying than an ordinary night.

That is... a cemetery! 　Here is the first chapter. Thanks to Dongfang Wufei for the 10,000 points reward. Thank you for your support.

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