Take a break
The sky is dark.
Countless rotten flesh vines formed a screen that covered the sky and the sun, shrinking tightly at the end of the sight, like a tumor parasitic on the gray-brown land.
The two people floating in the air looked down at the meat fortress. Ya'an, wearing a black dress coat, raised his right hand. The wind blew up the hem of the dress coat, and invisible air flow rose from the palm wrapped in white gloves, turning into a longbow.
A powerful aura spread from his body and poured into the bow. The Earl flipped his wrist and pulled out a long arrow from the air. He did not look at the nobles beside him: "Stay away, you will affect my ability."
The blond-haired, blue-eyed noble shrugged. Compared to before, Shaken's movements were more elegant and casual. He looked like an old gentleman with neat beard and hair and polite manners. Hearing Yaan's words, he shrugged and let the wind carry him backwards, his voice hoarse and old.
"After all these years, why can't you look down on me, Ya'an?
"As an old man hiding in the body of your descendants, you have no right to say such things. Every time I see your descendants, my eyes hurt."
Ya'an did not back down and retorted, knowing this Luo family ancestor very well: "When I went to report to the central region, you swore that you would definitely live longer than me, but now you have been dead for five years."
[Shaken] laughed and said, "How can I not be considered to have lived longer than you? As long as we have descendants, our family will never perish."
The Earl could not deny it. He knew the arrogant nature of these people and simply did not refute them. After the other party left a safe distance, he lowered his eyes and looked at them intently, his eyes showing a clear blue color.
The spiritual vision expands and stretches, and the surging mist condenses into a gloomy black. In the flowing dim colors, human thoughts emerge.
Yaan carefully distinguishes: fear is red, joy is orange, sadness is blue, and unconsciousness is white...
The mood here is quite pure, with only two consciousnesses existing in the dark mist.
One was white, and the other was a blend of red and blue. The Count distinguished them for a moment and determined their identities.
"I will kill the mutated bloodline, and you will be responsible for rescuing Oreus from the contaminated area."
"Since you think he's worth investing in, I don't mind doing you a favor."
Ya'an put the arrow on the bow, aimed at the red and blue ball and shot it. The arrow drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the shadow of the human-faced eagle flashed by, as fast as a stream of light and flying shadow, carrying the sound of the wind and rushing straight to the town, easily drilling a small hole in the flesh.
He did not stop, and with the help of the eagle's sight, the bowstring vibrated like a continuous downpour. The second arrow pierced the small hole made by the first one and swept across the obstacle in the middle. The third and fourth arrows followed closely...
As each arrow ran out of power, another one immediately filled it up. The last one rushed straight towards the huge vine tree, and with a fierce eagle cry, it pierced directly into the core that Ya'an saw!
The entire polluted area shook violently, the flesh vines swung and raged, crushing everything they touched. At the same time, a black shadow jumped between the collapsed buildings and vines, slipped into the gaps between the vines, and covered Oreus as lightly as a feather.
Red lines appeared faintly on the shadow, like a piece of melted butter sticking to the young man, and then enveloping him. The human body merged into the shadow and quickly disappeared into the shadow world.
The elemental interface that relies on the main world has now been polluted and invaded, and deformed shadow monsters can be seen everywhere. The normal buildings in the outside world are pieced together into fragments of building blocks here, and the ground is like a child's clumsy graffiti, and new distortions are happening every moment.
The black shadow wrapped around the young man, ignoring the whispers coming from the narrow gaps, and slid smoothly through the ruined land.
The speed of movement in the shadows is much higher than that in the outside world. Occasionally, there are blind monsters blocking the way, and the shadows don't even stop. When it passes by, only the skeletons of the monsters are left, which are snatched away or turned into fragments and merged into the shadow world.
It was not alone. When it reached a certain node, another shadow jumped in from the normal world. The two left this desolate area very quickly, one after the other.
The closer we got to the destination, the more shadow monsters there were. They gradually took on human-like shapes and languages, and even formed a small gathering. When they saw the two shadows, these human-like shadow monsters avoided them and whispered to each other from time to time.
"That family is here again..."
"Stay away from them. It would be terrible if they caught you."
"I don't like them! Get them out of here!"
One of the shadows screamed. Its cry attracted the monsters guarding the market. The bloated, gigantic fish slowly swam through the air, the countless round eyes on its belly moving around, inspecting any problems in the market.
But before it saw itself, the two shadows slid away. When it was about to reach its destination, the shadow that came later stopped and only handed over the humans it was carrying to the other side.
The shadow man with red stripes touched him intimately, and then took the two of them out of the shadow world. Half of it turned into a shadow man, and the other half turned back into Shaken. The ancestor's consciousness gave up continuing to control this body and returned it to the next generation.
As he followed his back, the shadow that had been standing there gradually split apart. Soon, many new shadows with slight differences appeared where he was standing.
One of them hissed, "What do you think of that guy?"
The shadow that stopped replied: "I trust the judgment of our descendants."
Another said: "Shaken did a great job. He is still very young, but don't worry, we can escort him."
"Send a message to the family members and prepare for the bloodline confirmation ceremony."
"Are you sure he will go?"
“No one can refuse our invitation.”
"The glory of the family will never fade away."
They whispered to each other, confirmed their respective tasks, and then left the carrier and began to act according to the plan.
The shadow puppets that lost their hosts suddenly lost their spirits and stayed in place stiffly and sluggishly. After a while, these shadows were like other monsters, wandering around the area numbly and quietly.
Outside the shadow realm is the city of Ya'an.
The elder's personal positioning was extremely accurate, and he chose the Earl's Palace without any error. Shaken, who finally returned to his body from the shadows, put Ya'an and the unconscious young man down before he had time to catch his breath.
Without special training, few people can adapt to the overly distorted transmission of the Shadow Realm. Fortunately, Ya'an is not an ordinary person. He calmed his mind, determined the location, and immediately gave orders to the guards.
"Go and call the doctor."
The guard was stunned. Although he didn't know when the earl went in, he hurried to call a doctor. The earl's mansion was in chaos.
Seeing the injuries on the young man's body, the old doctor frowned and said, "My Lord, there should be a limit to the use of lynching. It will be difficult to end it if you are in such a state."
"It's not what you think..."
Yaan was somewhat helpless. He and his subordinates had always been very open and honest, so he could only say, "Treat him first. Shatlia is also being treated. The rescue team we sent out this time suffered heavy losses. I want to know more about the situation."
The old man nodded and took out a bottle of medicine from the box, pouring it on the man's fractured left shoulder. The cool liquid penetrated the wound and melted into the broken bone at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Pfft, cough cough cough…!”
Severe pain came from all over his body, awakening his hazy consciousness. Physiological cold sweat dripped down his forehead. The young man wanted to open his eyes, but someone gently pressed the back of his hand.
Yaan patted the back of his hand and said, "Don't move. Go back to sleep. The treatment will be over soon."
Oreius frowned, his face too pale due to blood loss looked very weak. His eyelashes trembled, and he seemed to be about to wake up, but under Yaan's comfort, the young man fell asleep again.
It turns out he is not dead...
Mason realized this vaguely, and let Oleus enter the idle mode at ease. His consciousness sank into the darkness, and with the familiar sound of dripping water, he stood in front of the World Tree again. He was surprised by the performance of Gold Finger this time. For the first time in such a long time, the World Tree took the initiative to protect him and even dared to fight against the black mist.
Does this mean that his golden finger has the ability to resist the black fog? Mason thought about it and paid more attention to the World Tree.
The lush branches and leaves moved without any wind. This tree, which was a fusion of flesh and blood, was growing well. One side was lush and green, and the other side was bright red. In the flesh part, Mason saw a small bulge.
It seems that Oleus has performed very well and he will soon have a new vest. Mason reached out and touched the small bulge, still feeling a little sad when he thought of Amira's death.
He still has many shortcomings to fulfill the promise. What kind of vest should he make this time... Forget it, I will think about it slowly after the fruit is ripe. Before that, he still needs to provide it with sufficient nutrients. Mason thought about it and still hesitated. He simply abandoned all distractions and dealt with the vests after confirming that there were no other changes.
He first went to Canaan and learned that the church was studying the document submitted by Canaan. The Pope had not made a decision yet, but was very interested in the device in the world in the book that could transmit pollution.
Then it would be up to the church to handle the situation. If they could successfully capture the craftsman, they might be able to trace the source of the device.
As long as the ball inside his body is not removed, Mason will always feel like he is dancing on the edge of a knife and could die on the spot at any time.
Oreius is still recovering. After confirming that both vests are fine, Mason is finally able to take a break and chooses to return to his original form.
Inside the territory castle.
The boy who was reading a book paused for a moment, put the book aside, and slid down to lie down completely.
Even though this was his real body, when Mason felt the soft touch of the pillow against his cheek, he was still in a long-lost trance for a moment.
This is life. No need to work 996, switch identities repeatedly, fight bloody battles, or search for clues by every possible means.
He looked around. The bedroom was decorated with many new decorations. The violet curtains were drawn to let the morning sun in. The window was opened at just the right angle, with the light hitting the edge of the bed. It was bright enough but not too hot.
Mason stared at the sunlight for a long time, then stretched lazily. He rolled over on the bed and closed his eyes.
No death, no regrets, no blood and fighting.
The sun was warm and bright, and he could rest here for a while with peace of mind.