Chapter 54: Item 2: Molar Candy
It was not until the child came closer that Ye Minglang realized that his features were extremely familiar.
Shen Li?
He knew very well that he had fallen into a coma when he entered this other world just now.
Although this was his dream, the scenes in the dream were completely unfamiliar to him.
He didn't even know why Shen Li appeared in this strange dream, and he seemed to be more of a member of this world than he was.
He couldn't continue thinking because Ye Minglang heard himself asking him in a hoarse voice:
"How did you do that just now?"
Chen Li's eyes and eyebrows still looked childish. This time, he even skipped drawing the talisman and directly summoned a handful of flames from his fingertips.
"Is this what you mean?"
The owner of this body lowered his hands and clenched his fists slightly behind his back.
Sure enough, he couldn't do it.
Ye Minglang felt all the emotions of the original owner of this body and lowered his head in great disappointment.
He is slightly taller than Chen Li and a few years older than him.
When Shen Li looked at him, he needed to raise his head slightly.
Whether in the past or now, he never seems to be on guard against anyone.
"Brother, you're still bleeding. It must be painful. Let me help you."
He drew a talisman on the palm of his hand that Ye Minglang was completely unfamiliar with, then stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to gently touch his forehead.
The wound suddenly stopped hurting.
He touched his forehead in disbelief; it was smooth and the wound was gone.
"Is this also... a talisman?" Ye Minglang heard his voice trembling slightly.
"Yes." Chen Li took his hand and brought his glass of water to Ye Minglang.
"Brother, do you want some water?"
His lips were cracked; he must be thirsty.
"No need." The owner of the body was covered with thorns and subconsciously rejected his kindness, even unreasonably shaking off Shen Li's hand.
"Water is so scarce here, I don't deserve to drink this glass of water."
He spoke in a sarcastic tone.
However, Shen Li did not sense any hostility from him at all and said foolishly:
"It's okay, brother. Just finish this glass of water. I can use magic to create another one."
Talisman! Talisman!
He has only mastered the basics, what is he showing off about?
The owner of this body deliberately made things difficult for him, saying, "You used magic to create only one cup of water? But how can one cup be enough?"
"Do you know how many people die of thirst every day due to lack of water? Aren't you very powerful? If you have the ability, make it rain here."
It never rains in the eighteenth level of hell.
He was deliberately making things difficult for him by doing things he couldn't do.
Shen Li did not look at him again, but looked away in embarrassment.
Is it considered retreating when faced with difficulties?
Feeling somewhat pleased with himself, he turned around, pushed the door open and left.
Nine blazing fireballs hung in the sky outside the library.
The eighteen levels of hell are scorched by these nine suns all year round, and the temperature of the ground is so high that it burns one's feet.
The air was filled with sultry heat everywhere.
There was not a breath of cool breeze.
The ancestral hall was built at the highest point, and people who came to draw water lined up in long queues on the long steps.
Everyone's lips are extremely dry, cracked and flaky.
Being in purgatory, being roasted under high temperature all the time.
They seemed to be always thirsty, and could only survive by queuing up every day to get a little bit of water.
Someone in the team soon fainted.
The people around watched the scene indifferently, unable to rescue, and everyone was busy taking care of themselves.
He stood at the highest point of the long stairs and for the first time broke away from his superior life and experienced the sufferings of all living beings as described by his ancestors.
There is no night here. Looking up, you will see the scorching sun; looking down, you will see dry bones in the yellow sand. Countless wandering ghosts feed on blood, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
But it wasn't him who led everyone to escape from here after all.
Could that be that person?
“Boom!”
A loud thunder woke everyone up.
The team is a bit messy.
Everyone looked up at the sky in horror, and it seemed as if the sky had suddenly become gloomy.
The scorching sun gradually lost its brightness under the cover of dark clouds.
The scorching air was somewhat dissipated by the cool breeze.
Like everyone else, Ye Minglang looked up at the sky in shock.
A drop of rain fell on his dry lips.
Someone in the crowd knelt on the ground and shouted:
"It's raining..."
How much weight do these three words carry here?
In an instant, everyone rushed to kneel on the ground, kowtowed over and over again, and thanked God for his grace.
“Is it really raining?”
Ye Minglang pursed his lips. The drop of rain was clear and sweet.
The raindrops are becoming more and more dense, and the rain is getting heavier.
People cheered in the rain.
Countless people who were waiting to die in the drought-stricken land were suddenly reborn.
Everyone's clothes were wet.
They hugged each other, cheered, and bowed in the rain...
It was just something he said out of anger, but he...really did it?
The cost of a heavy rain and just taking a glass of water are completely different.
So what did he sacrifice to make this rain fall?
Ye Minglang turned quickly and ran towards the library.
The rain wet his clothes, bringing a slight chill.
When I opened the door, the library was dark.
Everyone ran out to celebrate the arrival of the heavy rain.
But he sat in the dark, hugging his knees, looking even more lonely.
Hearing the voice, Shen Li raised his head in a trance and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me."
Ye Minglang stood in front of him, bent down and waved his hand in front of his eyes.
Chen Li's eyes were covered with shadows and he had completely lost his vision.
He suddenly felt very sad.
"Your eyes?"
"Brother, I am amazing. I only used one month of my eyesight to bring about this heavy rain."
A look of pride appeared on the boy's face, and he couldn't wait to share the news with him.
He reached out and groped forward, and Ye Minglang took a step back.
He just stood there, watching Shen Li stumble.
Because he lost his eyesight, he fell and was covered with bruises.
Ye Minglang had a complicated expression.
Outside the library, it was still raining heavily.
Water shone in the low spots on the ground, and he looked down at the puddle.
Like a mirror.
He saw his own appearance from inside.
It turns out that the person who was extremely indifferent to Shen Li was himself from beginning to end.
If this was a dream, he could no longer tell what was real and what was fake.
"Have you thought about it?"
In the ancestral hall, the old ancestor looked at him with cloudy eyes.
"I've thought about it."
He was soaked all over and knelt in the ancestral hall in a very embarrassed manner.
Make a vow in front of the bronze statue of your ancestors.
"I will become someone who is extremely important to him, and when that day comes, I will sacrifice myself and become the source of his strength."
After Ye Minglang said this, he suddenly felt a pain in his index finger.
A silver snake bared its fangs and bit him hard.
Blood oozed from the tiny wounds.
The world was turning upside down, and countless people were whispering in his ears.
Ye Minglang suddenly woke up from his dream.
The silver snake ring around his index finger was about to take a second bite.
Seeing that Ye Minglang had woken up, the silver snake coiled its body around his finger bones and stopped moving.
The sweet smell in the air is still there.
But he had already broken free from the dream, and the smell was of no use to him anymore.
Ye Minglang immediately helped Chen Li up and shook him.
"Shen Li, wake up!"
The silver snake ring lingering on Shen Li's index finger had bitten him several times in succession.
But Chen Li couldn't wake up at all, as if he was indulged in the dream on his own initiative.
Even the silver snake couldn't do anything to him.
The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.
Ye Minglang put on his heavy hat and went downstairs following the source of the smell.
In front of the tall crucible, Mr. Xia Li continued to stir the syrup, occasionally sprinkling some strange materials into the boiler.
In front of him was the church's stolen Necronomicon.
Mr. Xia Li saw Ye Minglang who had woken up and motioned for him to sit down first.
Before Ye Minglang opened his mouth, Mr. Xia Li knew what he was going to ask.
"Don't worry, it's just a dream, you won't get hurt."
"You must want to ask me what I'm doing, right?"
Mr. Xia Li's eyes were red. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
Mr. Xia Li's story is not long.
"I had a sister named Ada. She died a long time ago. Someone killed her."
"In order to attract followers, the church members deliberately called the murderer a demon, but I know he must be someone in this town."
"He hid very deeply, not only killed Ada, but even... killed Miller."
"I joined the church just to get this book."
"Since we can't catch the murderer using ordinary methods, let's use extreme methods to find him."
This book records all kinds of strange formations and witchcraft. It is very dangerous, but for Mr. Xia Li, it is a life-saving straw.
Mr. Charlie said this, then with a smile on his face he dug out one of his eyes and threw it into the syrup.
A few bubbles floated out of the huge boiler.
"The book says that if you offer your left eye to the nightmare demon, you will be able to see the most secret and unknown dreams hidden deep in everyone's heart."
Mr. Charlie's face was covered in blood, but he didn't care at all.
"A killer also dreams, right? Is he enjoying the pleasure of killing in his dreams?"
Mr. Charlie searches these bubbles for the murderer's dreams.
He wanted to use this method to find out the murderer who killed his sister and Miller.
Not to mention an eye, even if it costs one's life to make a deal with the devil, so what.
As Mr. Charlie stirred the syrup, he peeked into the dreams of everyone in the town through the bubbles rising from the boiler.
"If you feel bored, you can come and watch it together."
Mr. Xia Li pointed at a bubble in the boiler and gave Ye Minglang a kind smile.
"Do you want to know why he doesn't want to wake up? Maybe the answer you want is right here."
At this moment, Chen Li’s dream is being reflected on that bubble.
"Look at yours, I'll look at mine, let's not disturb each other."
Mr. Xia Li kindly gave Ye Minglang a seat next to the boiler.
Ye Minglang was not willing to pry into other people's privacy in their dreams, but just because that person was Chen Li, he walked over as if possessed.
I want to see what kind of dream and what kind of person made him indulge in it.
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