Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1517: Awakening to the Night (11)
Chapter 1517 Awakening to Night (11)
At the same time(?), Great Britain, in Prince Kay's mansion.
"Really, what do you all think!" After Vivian finished teaching Husky and the evil star, she glared at Husky and hummed: "Slip out like this in the middle of the night, I don't know. Is it dangerous? Only the evil star is responsible for protecting you, what should you do if something happens?"
"咿------" Husky stuck out his tongue: "Husky knew it was wrong..."
"And the evil star, you also------"
"I was forced." Xing Huilong said innocently: "If you don't think about it like this, this kid will not be honest at all."
"It really makes excuses." Vivienne turned her head and glanced at Kay again.
"Ahem...!" The red-haired knight immediately defended himself: "I also thought about stopping them, but the evil star flew too fast and flew away in the blink of an eye."
"Yes, you are really responsible." Vivian gave Kai a cold look.
"Ah." Then she sighed, "Forget it. You'll be fine anyway. I probably shouldn't blame you, Husky. Whatever you did in that cabin, you After all, his actions helped the child and freed him from the succubus' mind control. In the final analysis, it was your actions that saved the child, and you did a noble thing."
"Hehe------" Husky was about to laugh, but was too frightened by Vivian's stern stare.
Vivian frowned: "It's getting late, you all go to bed. Husky, I will tell your mother exactly what you did tonight. What will your mother say after listening to it? It's up to her to decide how to punish you."
"Wang ow..." The canine boy drooped his ears.
The evil star snickered.
In an hour. Husky turned off the lamp, sighed, and lay down on the bed. When I see his mother Lian Yin tomorrow, I am afraid it will be the real hell.
"Yes, yes, go to sleep, go to sleep." The evil star also turned into a little golden lizard, flew back into his basket and lay down. On the side of the basket was the evil star's saber, the crimson demon sword that was sealed. In this way, even if they are suddenly attacked in the middle of the night, the evil star can immediately take up arms to resist.
"Uncle Shaxing, is Brother Daniel really okay?" Haskey asked again worriedly.
"Why are you still worried about that kid?" Shaxing lay with his back to Husky and hummed, "We have done everything we can, and whether he can be saved or not depends on him. his own creation."
And it's practically impossible for Daniel to survive. Sha Xing muttered in his heart. Daniel was poisoned by the succubus. In fact, the poison has never been cured, and there is absolutely no antidote for it in the world. Daniel probably won't be able to live to see the sun tomorrow. But Husky had already tried his best to save Daniel, and Husky had no need to know whether Daniel would survive or not.
Go to sleep. With all kinds of complicated thoughts, Sha Xing closed his eyes.
At the same time, the crimson demon sword next to Shaxing also began to emit a strange shimmer. The shimmer was not bright, at least not bright enough to illuminate the interior of the room; while Xinghuilong slept with his back to Husky, and Husky also turned his back to Xinghuilong and faced the direction of the door. They were trying to close their eyes, so neither of them could see the light from the demon sword.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. Bedivere was awakened by the sound of hammering iron.
He opened his eyes and observed, and found himself in a world of black and white.
It's not so much being woken up as being in a dream. Everything in this world is like a painting, but the style of this painting is completely different from all the oil paintings that Bedivere has seen. Its lines are simple and wild, and it is almost only composed of black and white. Those thick black lines outline the peaks and peaks of the world, outline the flowing clouds and stone patterns, outline the sky and the horizon.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. In this strange dream world, in a valley far away, someone seems to be striking iron. The sound was full of rhythm and continued in the mining field. Bedivere has heard a similar sound of hammering iron, which is only struck by extremely skilled weapon craftsmen, and belongs to the melody of iron and fire.
Someone strikes iron here? In this **** place?
Driven by curiosity, Bedivere decides to drop by to see what's going on -- in fact, he doesn't have much choice, because in this world of rough black and white lines, there is only one straight road. Leading into the distance, Bedivere walked along the straight in the same direction as the thumping sound.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. The sound of the hammer was getting closer and closer, and Bedivere could see a small workshop in the distance. Of course, this workshop is also outlined by black and white lines, just like a building in a painting. The reddish light from the workshop was probably the only color in this black-and-white world.
"That------" Bedivere approached the building and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"
No response. However, the sound of hammering iron stopped abruptly. The people in the workshop obviously heard Bedivere's knock on the door.
"Is anyone there?" The werewolf knocked on the door again, hoping for a response.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. However, the sound of hammering sounded again. The other party was clearly ignoring Bedivere on purpose.
A vein emerges from the werewolf youth's forehead (at least he thinks so). He continued to knock on the door hard, and increased the intensity and frequency: "Come on, open the door!"
dong dong dong dong dong. The other party ignored Bedivere's knock on the door. Instead, he was deliberately playing tricks on Bedivere. The sound of the iron was adjusted to the same frequency as Bedivere's knocking. The sound of the man in the workshop beating on the iron was so fast.
"You must be kidding me...!" Bedivere was furious, knocking harder, knocking with both hands.
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock! The werewolf knocked faster and faster.
dong dong dong dong dong dong dong! The opponent followed suit.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Bedivere tapped and tapped into music.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. The other party also tapped to the beat.
"Ah, I know. It doesn't seem to be a wandering spirit." Only then did a man's voice come from the room. Moreover, the voice spoke a very wonderful foreign language, which Bedivere did not understand at all, but for some reason, the words entered the ears of the werewolf youth, and gradually became a thought that Bedivere could understand. It became an intelligible word.
Telepathic. If the other party uses telepathy to convey simple thoughts, it is true that even if the language is not clear, they can barely understand the content of the other party's words.
"You still look awake." The other party opened the workshop door and glanced at Bedivere.
Bediver also takes a look at the other. In front of the werewolf youth was a man with a short stature. Judging from the beard on his face that was neither thick nor sparse, this man was probably between thirty and forty years old. The skin is slightly yellow, leaning towards wheat, and the eyes are as small as two slits. From the appearance of this man, he is clearly not European. Should it be of African or Eastern European ancestry? No, it still feels a bit wrong------
"Who are you? Where is this place?" Bedivere asked. Of course in standard English.
"Who are you and why are you here?" The other party asked back, the language used was very strange, but Bedivere probably understood it through telepathy.
"I'm Bedivere. I was sleeping in my hotel room just now, and I don't know why I'm suddenly in this... uh, black and white world?"
"Interesting...an ordinary person." The wonderful middle-aged blacksmith hummed: "It is impossible for an ordinary person's soul to be sucked in here for no reason. Could it be that you were killed with a demon knife while you were sleeping? Are you dead?"
"I'm not dead! Don't just kill anyone!" Bedivere angrily exclaimed. He was very cautious before going to bed, locking the door of the room tightly, and also confirmed that there were no assassins lurking in the room. Moreover, Bedivere is not a general person, and it is impossible for him to be attacked to death in his sleep. The other party wanted to kill him, and the werewolf would be awakened when he just showed his hostility.
"Well, that's weird. It's impossible for ordinary people to come in here for no reason." The wonderful exotic blacksmith thought with his cheeks raised.
"So what the **** is this place?" Bedivere got a little impatient.
"You can call it the world in the painting." The blacksmith said: "This world was originally part of a different space created by a national treasure of my motherland. I intercepted it and stored it in my lifetime masterpiece-- ----[Demon Sword Crimson Muramasa]."
"What?" The werewolf couldn't help but be at a loss.
"Hum~IndoMTL.com~ I forgot to introduce myself." The blacksmith smiled coldly at the werewolf youth: "I am the swordsmith Muramasa, the forge of the Penglai sword, and I forged 3,666 pieces in my life. There are more than 60 people who have become great objects. The world in the painting we are in now is the world in the last karma of my life—the Demon Sword Crimson Muramasa.”
He looked at Bedivere: "And your souls and mine are now trapped in this world, forever and ever, until they are completely dead."
"What the **** are you talking about!" Bedivere fumed, "How could I be stuck here! I was sleeping in my hotel room the last minute!"
"Then someone must have sent your soul in." Muramasa sneered: "Generally speaking, the soul of the person killed by Yaodao Muramasa will be sucked into the world in the painting. ."
"I repeat, I'm not dead!" Bedivere said with a long face.
"Many people who have been here say this, but they are all dead." Knifesmith Village sneered.
Then Bedivere hits a snap. He finally came to his senses and knew why he was here.