Chapter 74 Chapter 74 She may not be human, but He is real...
"Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Lin Miao looked at the crowd that was suddenly still, with the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness frozen on their faces. He felt those withdrawn emotions slowly seeping into his body, gradually filling the gaps in his memories. His mood was indescribable.
The mirror image shattered and faded after the emotion returned. After all the "Lin Miao" disappeared, a clear crystal appeared in front of her, gradually dissolving from the outer shell.
Lin Miao quickly grabbed it. The moment it touched her palm, the crystal stopped melting.
The dignified female voice didn't respond to the teasing question, nor did it question her taking the crystal. After a pause of several seconds, the female voice calmly said, "You've passed. Prepare for the second challenge."
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The scene of the mirrored corridor disappeared, and the thrilling and tense feeling of having one's life hanging in the balance also weakened.
peaceful.
It feels like walking into a paradise. Tiny white fluff floats in the air, mixed with the light fragrance of soil, grass, and legumes. Fermented by the sun, it precipitates a hint of warm wine.
Suddenly finding himself in such a field, Lin Miao couldn't help but feel a little drunk.
This is not a good sign, she thought, suppressing her desire to date Zhou Gong and walked into the wooden house in front of her, which might be the only one in this wilderness.
The room was shockingly simple, with only a rough wooden table in the middle and a simple wide-mouthed clay basin on the table.
The basin was filled with plump, round, and green peas, piled up like a small hill.
An old woman sat quietly at the table. Her face was weathered and kind, but her eyes were cloudy. She was wearing a coarse cloth dress that had been washed white, and her hands were folded on her knees.
Lin Miao recognized her face.
In the archangel's dream, the tavern owner and the woman were suffocating under the pressure of rent and taxes.
…Everyone she met or had an encounter with always seemed to reappear before her in a different form. Lin Miao wasn't sure if this was manipulated by someone or just some kind of coincidence of fate.
"What is the mission?" Lin Miao's lips opened and closed silently, asking the Demon King's consciousness.
The female voice did not answer, but the old woman slowly raised her head and glanced at her.
"Sit down." The old man spoke, his voice hoarse and tired, with a hint of gentleness.
Lin Miao became alert and sat down on the small stool opposite her as she was told, her eyes sweeping over the pot of peas.
"Don't worry about me." The woman smiled at her, the wrinkles on her face smoothing out. "Your task is this pot of peas."
She stretched out her calloused hand, picked up a small, shiny, and extremely sharp-looking pair of silver scissors from the side of the basin, and handed it to Lin Miao.
"It's very simple." The old woman's voice was calm. "Just cut all the beans here, and you can pass the level."
“…” Lin Miao looked at thousands of peas and rubbed his ears in a trance. He almost thought that he had misheard because he was too sleepy.
Is this some new adaptation of Grimm's Fairy Tales?
She is Cinderella and the devil is the evil stepmother...?
How many famous books has He eaten?
Lin Miao took the scissors hesitantly, picked up a plump bean from the top of the hill, aimed at the center line, and cut it carefully.
“Crack.”
The peas were split in half and rolled onto the wooden table.
Nothing happened.
“…”So, it’s pure torture.
A test of her patience? Perseverance? A knife hanging over her head?
Enduring breast hyperplasia for a moment, Lin Miao opened the panel and pressed the "Words Come True" icon: "I want to know the hidden way to pass the level."
“…” The old woman looked at her.
"I want to know more clues about this challenge."
“…” The old woman said nothing, just smiled.
Lin Miao: “…”
She said, how could He, with His personality, agree to release her skill restrictions so readily? It must be because He knew that this skill panel would be completely useless in the next test!
She may not be a human, but she is a real dog :)
Lin Miao shook his head.
...Since she was obviously set up to be sleepy at the moment, she might lose consciousness and pass out at any time, so there was no way she could honestly cut these thousands of beans.
She reached for the peas, but the silver scissors suddenly turned and crossed the old woman's neck. "If I kill you, there will be no one to judge whether the peas have been cut."
"Of course you can do that." The woman didn't look surprised at all, as if she had expected her to do this. "Go ahead."
Lin Miao: "Oh? If a game doesn't have a judge, can it still have an ending?"
Woman: "...I'm only responsible for issuing tasks."
Lin Miao held his eyelids open and sneered, "Since entering the second test, the voice in my head has disappeared - isn't it just you who tricked me and then pretended to be the tavern owner?"
Her power of words could at least make Gabriel utter a few words, but it had no effect on this "tavern owner." Who else could it be but that person?!
The old woman's usual smile finally faltered, and she sighed helplessly, "I didn't lie to you this time. If you can persevere and finish cutting the peas, you'll pass the level."
"But there's definitely more than one way to pass this level." Lin Miao rolled his eyes ungraciously. "I know you. You even have to whip your own subordinates before interrogating them. You have zero patience for meaningless repetitive actions. You sleep when you're tired and never treat yourself harshly. But you're testing me with this."
“…” The woman fell into a suspicious silence.
"Fairy tale." She finally said, giving in.
"About this fairy tale."
Hearing this, Lin Miao twitched his lips and thought to himself, as expected.
She held the scissors and quickly cut a wound on her arm to stay awake:
In the fairy tale of Cinderella, the plot about the pea appears twice, both times when her stepmother and two sisters make things difficult for her to attend the ball.
Both times, she went to the garden and called various birds to pick for her.
Birds...
The pain of blood loss and sleepiness were fighting against each other, and Lin Miao's thoughts actually deviated from the topic at this time. He thought of the three-headed dog always calling the angel "that bird" and "that bird", and thought of the bird painted on his mask in Xiao Zler's dream.
Her employer couldn't help her with this challenge.
Lin Miao picked up the pot of peas and walked out the back door of the cabin. The weather was clear and bright, and there was no trace of a bird in the sky above the endless fields.
Putting aside the setting of the heroine in the fairy tale, why did Cinderella get help from the birds?
……bona fide.
Kindness for kindness. Cinderella was bullied by her stepmother and stepsisters since childhood, but she always had a soft spot in her heart. She shared her story with the birds, saved her food to feed them, and sincerely helped them...
It is impossible for Lin Miao to slowly develop a deep relationship with the birds in this challenge, so she can only "take shortcuts" and show her "goodwill" to the birds, or the examiner.
She frowned, widening the tear on her forearm. The tearing pain and blood stimulated her brain. Lin Miao simply closed her eyes and immersively scanned the skills on the panel and the contents of the storage ring.
Show kindness... kindness, that is to say, what she wants to show is attitude and emotion.
The employer's beautiful and ascetic face flashed through her mind again, and the subtle expression on her face when the silver-haired beauty said she was "good at this" when they first met was clearly recalled.
Good at...dog training?
Lin Miao suddenly opened his eyes and took out the relic of the Mirror Corridor from his side pocket.
Memories and emotions dropped from the person in the mirror.
She walked quickly into the house, and under the woman's gaze, she grabbed a pair of sharp silver scissors and stabbed the crystal stone fiercely.
The seemingly indestructible crystal shattered instantly, and purple mist rose up, gathering and extending in front of her, condensing into a roll of translucent tape with a warm glow at the edges.
At the same time, Lin Miao shook the Qingxin Bell of the owner of the Music Palace.
All negative emotions were removed, the tape flew around, and the images flowing out were all warm and cozy:
There was a time when she was half-crouching on the lawn, sharing super-nutritious dog food with her furry children, but was pushed to the ground instead;
One sunny day after training, she played Frisbee with the puppies, her palms licked by wet tongues, making a mess;
On rainy days, she couldn't get a car, so she rushed to the hospital in the pouring rain, holding her golden retriever, her body soaked, her trouser legs splashed with mud;
On snowy days, Yun Duo would lie at her feet, its tail occasionally sweeping the snow from the ground, while she carefully combed its tangled fur...
Every frame and every section is soaked in trivial tenderness. During Lin Miao's 25 years as a dog trainer in modern times, the memories of her and the puppies occupy almost all the warmth in her life.
The sound of the Qingxin Bell gradually stopped, and the light and shadow of the tape swayed gently. Lin Miao saw a group of white birds flapping their wings and swooping down from the blue sky, heading straight for the pot of peas on the lawn.
"You passed."
The old woman's tired and hoarse voice turned into a cold and majestic female voice, and she seemed to sound quite satisfied.
"Although it's based on threatening me... but overall, it's not bad."
Lin Miao withdrew his gaze from the images and uttered, "Huh?" "Being able to threaten you is my ability. If I had really disobeyed the rules, I might have gotten what I wanted."
"You wouldn't do that," the old woman said, using her own words. "You know me as well as I know you."
"...Let's start the third level."
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The outline of the wooden house hadn't faded yet, but the scent of the grass had already vanished. The dirt beneath my feet turned to fine stardust, and the surrounding greenery turned to an endless deep blue.
Lin Miao found himself standing in the center of a silver galaxy, with billions of stars flowing around him, like crushed diamonds scattered across the void.
She looked carefully and saw a tall figure not far away, dazzling under the shadow of the stars.
The figure stood quietly, as if it had merged into one with the galaxy, coexisting with it for thousands and thousands of years.
There was no need to get close, no need to see the face clearly, and even no need for any words. A strong thought had already run through every part of my body like an electric current.
——It is Him.
After entering His body countless times and feeling His feelings, Lin Miao was finally able to "see" Him face to face.
A luxurious purple dress woven of demonic flames fluttered in the wind. He turned around and gazed at her quietly amidst the starry sky.
They had such similar facial features, almost like reflections of each other. However, compared to Lin Miao, his aura was cold, majestic, and inviolable. His eyes were even sharper, heavy, and filled with an almost cruel indifference.
As a human being, Lin Miao has never experienced these years, and as a human being, Lin Miao has never possessed this authority.
——The Demon King.
Born from the most intense fire in hell, he has the power to split mountains and overturn seas.
A hundred years ago, he recruited lords from all sides and conquered the boundless hell. He was able to fight against gods who were hundreds of years older than him, and he was evenly matched with them.
Her past life.
"Miao." He took a step toward her and called softly. "We finally meet."
Lin Miao didn't move: "You call me 'Miao', then who are you?"
"Me too, of course." He curved his lips into a smile and raised his hand. The wound that Lin Miao had previously cut healed automatically, becoming as smooth as new.
"Aren't you curious about your final level?"
...From the moment He appeared, perhaps benefiting from some unique telepathy, Lin Miao had already made a guess.
But she still followed His words and said, "I would like to hear more about it."
"For the final round, I'll be the one asking questions."
He winked at her with his right eye, revealing a hint of playfulness. "Just one question."
"The authority and power of the Demon King, versus the three-headed dog, Cecia and the others, what will you choose?"
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