Chapter 128 Pure White Gate
The moths flapping their wings happily ignored Watson's concerns. They just kept rushing forward, like a black army charging forward, without even a trace of the crescent moon's light leaking in.
The moths hovered over the forest, and above the heads of the three people, the sound of flapping wings continued, as if they were chattering and discussing enthusiastically.
"Hey, look, why is its host carrying two female upright apes this time?"
"Yes, yes, and they look exactly the same."
"How are they exactly the same? One is a follower of the witch and the other is a follower of the miko."
"But aren't witches and miko twins? Then these two female upright apes should also be twins, right?"
"Hey, hey, hey, how did you tell that these two upright apes are female and look exactly the same? Why can I only see the heart cup and the cup moth."
"Why doesn't the white moth reply? Is it injured in the waking world?"
"It should be... No way, is there anything in the waking world that can hurt it? "Not necessarily. Hasn't it regressed now? Maybe it's not as powerful as before... And I heard that there are still some bloodlines of the lost Si Chen in the waking world. They may also have the power to transcend the secular limitations." "You think too much. I think the white moth is just tired. Why don't we come to play with it next time? How about we change the activity tonight and find those lost inferior upright apes? I want to sow some buzzing and madness in their heads again. I want to see if they can hold on until the next dream walk. " "Good idea! The upright ape that I sowed madness last time dreamed into the woods again. I followed After finding its traces by the scales, and eating its memory, it was discovered that it had devoured seven or eight of its kind in the waking world, muddying more than a dozen rays of light in the skull... The fear and screams of those upright apes before they died were really interesting!"
"Your method is not fun, I have a more interesting way to play. Next time, you can try to leave one or two scales or half of the body in the skulls of those deformed apes. In this way, when they return to the waking world, you can also enter that history and disguise the command as inspiration to command their every move... Last time, I relied on this trick to control the deformed ape and drag the entire town into chaos and disorder. ”
“Wow—that’s why I say you are the most imaginative moth in our group. What a great idea. I have to try this next time... No, I have to try this now. I can’t help it!”
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go, let’s find those upright apes that have strayed into the woods and try out which one is the most interesting way to play.”
“Fly, fly, fly, I want to fly higher. Hehehe, I fly faster than you!”
The moths came and went quickly. In a series of fluttering sounds, they found the next interesting activity and flew happily one after another into the distance, as if they wanted to snatch the first unlucky mortal who strayed into the woods.
Crovitt looked at the rapidly departing moths, and said with some shock and disappointment: "Oh sister, they all flew away again. Did they just pass by us just now?"
Emma replied coldly: "Well, that's possible."
John Watson, who had been following them three times, said nothing. He seemed to be frightened by the overwhelming moths the size of a washbasin. He stood there gasping for breath.
But in fact, Watson's soul was already in chaos at this moment, as if it was devastated by a fierce war. Just now, he felt the moths in his head dancing excitedly, as if they wanted to call the moths on top to land and gather together... This would undoubtedly expose the secret that he had already learned the secret of the moth, tearing his disguise.
So he activated the bayonet-shaped blade, poured all his heart, spirit and will into it, and started a struggle with the moth in the skull, forcing the moth in the skull to distract itself from the struggle with the blade, and temporarily give up the idea of communicating with the moth group.
But even if Watson and the blade are so compatible that they can exert their full power, even if the battlefield where the blade fights with the moth is his soul and his consciousness... but how can the first-level blade secret be better than the second-level moth secret? No matter how hard the blade bayonet tries, it can only temporarily stop the call of the moth in the skull.
As soon as the moth group left, Watson's tense will and the fighting blade quickly lost their strength, and were retaliated and counterattacked by the moth in the skull, which felt uncomfortable and unhappy because of being blocked.
The blade bayonet with pits all over its body was almost broken, and it curled up in the depths of the soul in a listless manner.
Watson once again experienced violent involuntary shedding of his skin. The skin on his chest, shoulders, arms and thighs was torn off as if he were being skinned. If he had not thought of sleeping in the same bed with Crovitt tonight and specially changed into a set of tight multi-layered pajamas, he would have been projected into the woods in his sleep.
Otherwise, the mimetic blood of the soul body flowing out of the peeling skin and exposed flesh would have been exposed for a long time... Even so, at this moment, Watson's inner singlet has been completely soaked by the mimetic blood, and it is snug and tight. Clinging to the skinless flesh and blood, with a slight movement you can feel the sting of the flesh and flesh being rubbed by rough clothing, as if you are roughly wiping the pain nerves with emery cloth, which is itchy and painful like ants biting your whole body. The tingling sensation is like a continuous wave rushing toward consciousness.
Fortunately, the soul body had no tears or sweat, otherwise Watson would have been sweating profusely at this moment, but his complexion was also unusually pale due to the blood loss.
Watson just gritted his teeth and resisted the stinging pain. He seemed to be panicked because he saw the magical swarm of moths. As he approached Clovette and Emma, he stumbled and fell to the ground, causing the moss on the forest floor to break. It was covered with rotten soil, but it just covered up the smell of blood inside.
"John, are you okay?! Don't be afraid. My sister and I are there, and we will definitely be able to take you on a safe trip to the forest."
Clovette was about to go back to help him when she saw that Watson had already climbed up on his own. She had no choice but to slap her chest hard and give him some encouragement and encouragement with a weak bang bang sound.
Watson patted the soil gently. He was obviously very frightened but he still managed to pull himself together. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's okay. I just slipped for a moment. Let's move on."
Emma laughed even more disdainfully when she saw this.
Next, the Clovette sisters led Watson to visit important places such as the Well in the Wood and the Temple of the Wheel. Of course, they only watched from a distance and did not get close easily. After all, the main purpose of their trip was still Lead newcomers to become familiar with the forest.
The three of them passed through the boundary of the ancient trees in the forest, bypassed the rugged boulders, and saw the dark curtain of light flowing with psychedelic cobalt blue starlight, which filled the real boundary of the forest area.
"John, look over there!"
Watson looked along the direction of Crowett's finger and saw a ferocious Bone Gate standing on the wall of the territory boundary!
It was a door made entirely of pure white bones, embedded in a dark cobalt blue light curtain.