Chapter 106: Me and Her, She and You, We Are All One Family

"Hey, nice to meet you."

The clown stroked his curly hair and bowed slightly, "Sorry to meet you in this way."

Wayne felt his hair tingling when he saw his behavior.

You are a taboo, a calamity, and being so polite makes people feel stressed.

"I don't know if you have any instructions for me?"

"Oh, this, I just came to talk to you."

Wayne: "..."

"Is it hard to accept what I said?"

"No, I didn't."

The clown pinched his thumbs and index fingers, swung his arms outward, shook his head, and said, "What a dishonest child..."

Roar!

Before he finished speaking, the clown opened his mouth and shouted.

He suddenly approached, the blood-red ball nose on the mask pressed against his nose, his eyes turned red, and he stared at his eyes like crazy and viciously.

"Is it easier to accept this way?"

A drop of sweat appeared on Wayne's forehead, and he stepped back slightly, "Yes, I think so."

If possible, it's better to be a gentleman as before...

Snap!

The clown smiled contemptuously and snapped his fingers casually.

The dim room became brighter, and the rustling and sobbing wind outside the house disappeared instantly, and the surroundings became unusually quiet.

"Sit down."

Wayne looked around and found that he was already in a very exquisite living room, with a square red table in front of him and a red sofa behind him.

He hesitated and sat back.

"Have a drink?"

Without waiting for his answer, the clown opened the wine and poured two shallow glasses, and pushed one of the silver goblets over.

"..."

Is this a dream?

What can drinking taste like?

But Wayne still bit the bullet and took a sip of the wine glass. The situation was stronger than the person, so he should be low-key and cautious.

The clown held a cup and clinked it with his, laughing and saying, "Drink, drink, every time I sober up, I will come here to have a drink, it tastes very good."

Sober?

Here...isn't this a dream?

Wayne thought about it and felt it was unlikely, how could this not be a dream?

Thinking like this, he looked up and saw that the little Asis were all there?

It's just that they seemed not to see the clown, looking at him curiously, swallowing and meditating with their mouths wide open.

No, no, this can't be the real world!

Then he checked the panel and saw the information of the panel emerged in his mind, basic attributes, skills, contracts, expertise...are also there? ?

Wayne murmured, "So this is not a dream, right?"

"Is it strange?"

The clown took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "I'm sure that where I am is real, but how can you be sure that where you are is real?"

Impossible, this is definitely not true!

Wayne still didn't believe it, and finally tried to take out a material for a mechanical puppet from the space ring.

Then he saw a gear on his hand, with a gap on it that he accidentally made...

"It really exists, and it's exactly the same..."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The clown laughed crazily when he saw his action, and lay down on the sofa with his arms around his stomach, laughing without any image.

His feet kicked up and down happily, as if he had seen something very funny.

Wei En squeezed the gear tightly, and the hard metal and cold touch made him come back to his senses from the shock.

Then he took back the gear and looked at the clown who was laughing crazily with complicated eyes.

Uncle, if you have such strength, you should have said it earlier...

I didn't act too rude just now, did I?

Or do you want to learn to bow like him?

Well, let's try it later!

After a while, the clown stopped, his face was no longer smiling, and his eyes suddenly became dead silent, "I haven't laughed so happily for a long time..."

Wei En forced a smile, "Yes, is that so?"

You look like you don't mean to be happy at all, Ugly Master!

"Yes, since I left Lilith, there has been no more."

Lilith?

Is this name the Queen of the Turing Empire in the Third Era?

Leonard?

Wayne's expression changed, and he asked carefully: "The Lilith you are talking about, is it the Lilith Horacio Leonard?"

"Lilith... yes, that's the name..."

Hearing this name, the clown seemed to be hollowed out, lying on the red sofa in exhaustion, gasping for breath, "Oh, oh..."

After a long while, he struggled and roared: "There is no second Lilith in this world, no!!"

"Of course, of course, absolutely not." Wayne looked at the clown's hideous expression and had to follow him: "What you said must be right!"

What kind of psychopath is invading reality? It's too hard to understand, right?

"I'm not a psychopath!"

Wayne was stunned for a moment, "Uh, you..."

Can he hear what I'm thinking? Mind reading? ?

"It's not mind reading,"

The clown regained his composure and said calmly, "When you live in hypocrisy and falsehood like me, you will also have this ability. I just, um, have seen it a lot."

You know what I'm thinking, and you still say it's not mind reading?

"I didn't come to you to discuss whether it's mind reading."

The clown's eyes turned red again, "Or, do you want to try whether you will really die here?"

Wayne said quickly: "No, of course I don't want to."

He no longer thought about anything in his mind, staring at the clown's face without blinking... the protruding part of the mask on his face, focused and determined.

"Please tell me, is there anything I can do? I will help you as long as I can."

"If I remember correctly, it is the fifth era, the 3383rd year of the God Forbidden Era?"

"3383?" Wayne was stunned, "I only know that it is 1578 in the new calendar."

"New calendar..." The clown bit his finger and thought for a moment, "Old calendar, new calendar, maybe this era has a turning point in time."

Wayne was also thoughtful, turning point?

However, from the name of the calendar, it can be seen that there is an old calendar.

However, neither his predecessor nor he himself has much research on history, so they can't give the clown an accurate answer.

"In short, countless years should have passed," the clown thought for a long time and raised his head, "I hope you can help me find Lilith."

"You also said that countless years have passed. I don't know where to find her?"

"You will," the clown stared at him intently and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth, "Fate will let you find her, just like you know her name."

Hmm?

This sounds familiar?

Wai En suddenly remembered what Youan said before, 'Taboo objects are like bystanders in the long river of fate. Never pronounce their names, otherwise you will encounter them...'

"So, the queen named Lilith has also become a taboo?"

"I don't know."

The clown showed a lonely expression on his face. God knows how the broken mask can achieve such a vivid expression.

"But I know that you can definitely find her."

"...Okay, what about after I find her?"

Wai En complained in his heart, why didn't I know I could find her?

"You don't have to do anything, just tell me."

"Tell, tell you?"

Does it mean to keep in touch frequently, or to follow you all the time?

The clown raised his lips and danced like a madman: "Of course you have to tell me, Lilith, Lilith, my lovely Lilith, I miss you so much, so much..."

"I really want to shave you with one knife after another, so that everyone can see your hypocritical face, dirty body, and ugly heart!!"

"Find her, I must find her, hehe... I'm going to shave her!!"

Hiss!

Wai En took a breath, it turned out that he didn't want those scenes of loving fathers and filial sons recognizing each other, but the blood-spattering scenes of enemies meeting each other?

"Well, Mr. Leonard, how can I contact you?"

"Hehe... um?"

The clown paused, stroking his chin and thinking: "That's a problem. That little girl is too cold. I can't stand her, let alone you..."

"Why don't you kill her?"

"Who, who?"

The clown looked at him dissatisfied, "Of course it's that white-haired one. You are so weak and you still want to... No, you are too weak. You will die with a look from the little white-haired one..."

"I thought of it, yes, that's it. You, as long as you keep following her, then I can always come to play with you, hehe..."

Keep following...

Wayne wanted to cry but had no tears. If it was only Tina, he would follow her.

But now there is the clown, he really doesn't... How can he know it won't work if he doesn't try?

The clown's gloomy expression disappeared, and he said with a smile: "Let's do it this way. She follows you, and I follow her, and I can find you. It's perfect, isn't it?"

Wayne wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Ah, yes, yes, you are right."

Fortunately, I reacted quickly, and almost forgot that this guy... um, Mr. Leonard's ability is amazing.

"So in order to let you distinguish what is real, and to let you live longer, try this."

As he said, the clown snapped his fingers.

Snap,

The lights went out, and the surroundings suddenly darkened and became pitch black.

"What is real?"

Wayne thought it was not good, and quickly issued a spell command through the origin, "Fireball!"

"Lake, Si, Ba!"

The rune on the forehead of the secret master flashed a light, and a fireball appeared in front of Wayne, illuminating the surrounding scene.

With the light of the fireball, Wayne saw the thing in front of him, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

He saw a monster as big as a hill, shaped like a wolf, with wings on its back, gray-white scales all over its body, and pale flames burning on its four claws standing in front of him.

From time to time, it opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and shook it left and right, as if looking for a convenient position to bite...

"Oh? So you are afraid of it? The Deep Hound."

The clown sat cross-legged on the head of the Deep Hound, with his red eyes full of sarcasm, "You are really weak."

Even the Deep Hound under him had a mocking look in its eyes, as if saying, so you asked me to come for snacks, I like it.

Wayne gritted his teeth and stood in front of them, his eyes had turned blood red because of fear, just like the clown's eyes.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"To let you know what the real world is, that's all."

The clown grinned, facing the darkness above his head with an exaggerated smile, and opened his hands as if enjoying it: "So, this is reality!"

"Roar!!"

The Dark Dog didn't wait for his instructions, and thrust its head toward Wei En, its huge mouth widening...

"Nico, Luke."

[You successfully avoided the attack of the forbidden object 1-83 Demon Clown. Evaluation: I have to say Leonard... Reward: +5 survival points. 】

Is it really a dark and vicious dog?

grass!

A trace of astonishment flashed across Wei En's face, and he quickly flashed out again to avoid the claws of the evil dog.

"Left, right, right, damn stupid dog, is this the only strength you have? Kill him!" The clown sat on the head of the evil dog, watching the show and giving instructions.

"Mens, Dee."

The charm of the phantom clone had no effect on the dark evil dog. Wei En could only rely on the constant use of blinking to escape its attack in embarrassment.

Bang, bang...

Wei En gritted his teeth and dodged, then took out his gun and used [Ballistic Control] to make all the bullets fall on the Dark Dog.

[You hit the Dark Vicious Dog with a musket, leaving only a pile of bullet powder on its scales. Rating: Too weak, too weak, you can't even penetrate a scale. Reward: Survival point +1. 】

【……】

Damn it, Wei En put away his musket and escaped the attack of the dark dog again.

Sweat soaked his hair, and streaks of sweat wetted his eyes.

He looked at the rapid consumption of spiritual power and thought, no, no, no, if this continues, he will definitely die here!

"Yes, that's it, you can only run away, run and run, and eventually no one will be left alive."

"Damn it, if I die, no one will take you to find Lilith!"

"Well," the clown said with a smile, "if you die, I can let someone turn you into an undead creature. It's the same thing, hehe..."

"Fuck, it belongs to your uncle!"

Wei En couldn't help but curse, "What the hell is this?"

But this is not the way to go, that, that... try that!

The two finger bones of the King of Bones, this attack should be able to cause damage to the Dark Dog, right?

"Bray, Franco, Ava!" (Claws of the Undead!)

As the ghost recited the summoning spell, a rune array that was huge enough to envelope the dark evil dog emerged. A gray mist-like vortex rose in the center of the array, and a cold and terrifying aura instantly came out of it.

"Oh?" Demon Clown looked at the center of the circle with interest, "King of Bones?"

The Dark Dog was stunned for a moment. Its attack stopped and it looked at the whirlpool in confusion. The aura of the dead... was an unpleasant batch.

When Wei En saw this, he had a rare chance to breathe. He took out two bottles of perfect enlightenment potions and poured them into his mouth.

Damn clown, and that dog, sooner or later I...

Under the playful eyes of the clown and the vigilant gaze of the dark evil dog, a giant claw of white bones like a mountain stretched out from the whirlpool.

And slowly left two finger bones to poke at the head of the evil dog...

I saw those two knuckle bones stabbing the stunned two people. No, one was an ugly dog ​​and the other was a dog. After leaving a scar on the vicious dog's head, it disappeared...

Demonic Clown: "?"

Deep Evil Dog: "??"

That's it?

"Roar!!"

The Dark Dog looked at the blood on its head, and its eyes suddenly became fierce, staring at Wei En not far away.

"Hey, hey, this spell of yours is very interesting." The clown saw the fun and didn't take it too seriously. He laughed and said, "But the puppy is angry, so be careful."

Wei En looked at the dark evil dog with white flames rising under his feet, and cursed secretly, "You still need to say that?"

However, it's fine as long as the Undead Claws can cause damage.

This means that the strength of the Netherworld Evil Dog is only one level higher than the captain level, and it can fight!

but--

Whoosh!

In just the blink of an eye, the Dark Dog appeared in front of him, its two front paws waving wildly.

"Nico, Rook." (Flashes.)

Wei En looked at the wounds on his chest that were opened by the claws, his heart was beating fast, and he almost died...

Oh shit!

In anger, he took out his musket again. Even if he died, he would make your dog lose his teeth.

Bang, bang bang...

Under the influence of [Ballistic Control], bullets were fired at the spot on the forehead of the Dark Dog where it was stabbed by the claws of the undead.

I can't penetrate the areas with scales, and I don't believe you can stop them even if they are injured!

[You use a musket to hit the Dark Dog, which triggers the death characteristic - disaster, and the death progress is 1/50. Rating: Interesting, good strategy. Special rewards: Survival points +5, marksmanship +2. 】

【……】

[You hit the Dark Dog with a musket, triggering the death characteristic - aging, which means the death progress is 9/50. Evaluation...Special rewards: Survival points +5, marksmanship +2. 】

[You hit the Dark Dog with a musket, triggering the death characteristic - disease, which means the death progress is 10/50. Evaluation...Special rewards: Survival points +5, marksmanship +2. 】

"Roar!!"

At first, the Dark Dog didn't care, but as more and more bullets were hit, a force far more ominous than the abyss was passed into its body.

The triggering of the disease caused the flesh and blood at its wounds to instantly turn rotten, emitting bursts of stench.

Aging makes it feel even more powerless, as if something important has been lost in the body.

And disaster...

"Damn it, how many days have you not showered? You smell so bad?"

The clown was irritated by the stench of the wound, and he punched the eyelid of the Deep Hound in anger.

Bang!

With this muffled sound, the eye of the Deep Hound instantly exploded, and blood, flesh and scales flew everywhere, "Roar, roar!"

But this is not over yet. Wayne worked harder to load the bullets. His hands were so fast that they almost disappeared. Bullets were fired one by one, hitting the injured part of the Deep Hound.

"Death pollution... the power of Olanel?"

The clown looked at the bullets with a thoughtful expression on his face. No wonder it could cause such damage to the puppy...

However, I can't let you kill the puppy like this.

Borrowed things must be returned...

Bang.

"Huh?"

Wayne looked at the disappearing Deep Hound, stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Damn, it's just a little bit!"

[You use a musket to hit the Deep Hound, triggering the death feature-plague, and the progress of instant death is 45/50. Evaluation... Special reward: survival points +5, gun skills +2. 】

Damn, just five more hits, and it will be triggered!

Just one more hit, as long as the Deep Hound dies, it will bring him a huge... bastard... *&*

"What trigger, what huge?"

The clown held a bullet and carefully looked at the faint black light on it, confirming that it was the power of Olanel...

Tsk, it's getting more and more interesting.

"Nothing, there shouldn't be anything next, right?" Wayne put away the musket unhappily, took a deep breath and said, "Excuse me, can I go back?"

"Of course,"

The clown held the bullet and took off his hat with a smile, "Your performance is beyond my expectations, I am very happy to see it, but you don't think that was the full strength of the puppy just now, right?"

"If I hadn't restricted it, maybe you would have died in the first hit."

"I know,"

Wayne knew this very well, otherwise with the speed of movement of the Deep Hound later, he wouldn't have been able to withstand the first hit.

And from beginning to end, it has never used extraordinary abilities, which should have been set up by the clown in advance.

"That's good. I look forward to seeing you next time. I will definitely prepare another great gift for you then..."

Come again?

Goodbye...

But before he could say anything, he saw the surrounding scene as if it had ended and turned into nothingness.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei En sat up suddenly and looked at everything in the attic bedroom with sweat all over his head.

Bookshelf, bed, snacks, parchment, Tina, chair...

Hmm? Tina?

Wei En looked at the white-haired girl sleeping soundly on the bed and the clown doll in her hand, and vaguely understood something.

It turns out that Tina is not the only one who can control the demon clown. The clown can also use Tina's body to do something.

However, is this considered out of control?

"Hey, damn, what is this called..."

At this time, a blue prompt floated across the panel.

【You have indirect contact with the forbidden object 1-83 demon clown, and the trajectory of your fate has changed to a certain extent. The current encounter progress is 66/100. Evaluation: Well, it's an illusion, it's all an illusion, don't worry... Special rewards: Survival points +5, origin +1, toughness level +1. 】

Encounter progress 66?

Remember it was 65 before?

It, the demon clown, that fucking big nose almost poked into my nostrils, and it also summoned a deep evil dog and almost killed me.

Now you tell me that the progress is only increased by 1 point? ?

After a long while, Wei En calmed down, looked at the white-haired girl beside him, sighed, got up and carried her to the bed to lie down.

In any case, these have nothing to do with Tina...

Besides, he did not gain nothing last night.

Although he did not kill the deep evil dog, so many prompts on the panel made him stronger again.

"If you can't avoid it, it's a way to treat it as a kind of tempering!"

Thinking of this, Wei En walked to the window, opened the window, and took a deep breath to calm himself down completely.

At this time, the red moon was still hanging high in the night sky, but under the protection of the street lights outside, he did not feel any signs of pollution.

After the battle with the Deep Hound, Wei En also clearly knew what the biggest problem he was facing now was - the lack of a powerful means of attack.

Just like just now, if the Undead Claw had not attacked the Deep Hound and made a wound, he would have had no way to deal with it.

So...

There is still only one chapter today, and more will be added tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Well, now I owe three chapters!