Chapter 314 Divine Homeland 2

Gilan shuttled through the Black Forest for a while.

He looked at the identical environment around him and couldn't help thinking in his heart:

'According to the record in "A Glimpse of True Dreams", the existence of the God's Homeland violates the logic of mortals and exceeds the understanding of mortals... There is no concept of space and time here. If you insist on describing it, then it is like a mountain. '

Gilan glanced around.

'I am now in the border area of ​​the God's Homeland, the foot of the mountain, called "the lower layer". '

'According to the book, everything in the "lower layer" is full of ambiguity and absurdity, full of dangers, and you can even encounter some things that only exist in fantasy here. '

'I have to be careful...'

He thought to himself and looked up at the mountains in the distance.

For some reason, the mountain range is in a spiral shape, like a goat's horn.

At the same time, it is accompanied by a hazy and psychedelic mist.

It is beautiful and like a fairyland.

‘The God’s Homeland described in “A Glimpse of True Dreams” is called “Corridor” on the mountainside. It is endless and inhabited by apostles, transmuters and spirits…’

Jilan thought to himself.

‘If you pass through the last corridor gate, you can reach the “temple” on the top of the mountain, where Si Chen lives. ’

Thinking to himself, he frowned.

Because no matter how he looked at the top of the mountain, he found that it was covered by a substance like clouds and fog, and he couldn’t see it clearly at all.

Pah.

Suddenly, Jilan felt a soft and sticky feeling under his feet. Looking down, he found that the yellow-brown soil on the ground had turned into black rotten mud at some point.

Directly in front of him was an open swamp.

There were sparse black trees, and only a few broken wooden piers stood firm in the bubbling swamp, like reefs on the seashore.

There was a hazy white light in the distance, blocked by the fog all around, showing a faint blue that only existed in dreams.

Flutter——

A three-headed crow flapped its wings and flew to a floating dead branch. It looked down and pecked out a fat "maggot" from the swamp, then raised its head and swallowed it into its stomach.

But Jilan saw clearly that it was not a "maggot" at all, but a still-wriggling, human severed finger...

One of the crow's heads was pecking in the swamp, while the other head looked around and finally looked at Jilan. In its scarlet eyes, there was a human sarcasm and an unspeakable gloating.

Another head was swaying happily, its beak opening and closing, and it sang a strange nursery rhyme in a childish voice whose gender could not be determined:

"Blue hat, ice beard, headless old horse pulling a box."

"Kraken, crab fish, chicken snake pulling the neck will not die."

"Little goblin, dirty, closed-eyed Barbie hiding in the wall."

"Crying, laughing, masked teacher three, two, one."

The nursery rhyme sung by the three-headed crow was in ancient Hiru language, and it was quite in line with the ancient rhythm of the Middle Ages.

Jilan listened to it, but felt an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Swish!

He suddenly took out the alchemical revolver "Echo" from his waist, raised his hand, and aimed at the crow.

But the next second, the crow flapped its wings and fled in panic, and the nursery rhyme stopped abruptly.

Jilan took a deep breath and stopped the urge to shoot.

It was too quiet around, and he was also worried that the gunshot would bring unnecessary danger.

Feeling the dial-shaped "imprint of the hometown" in his heart, which was still gradually becoming clearer, Jilan had a bottom line in his heart.

He looked around, then walked around the swamp and continued to move forward.

Not long after.

Jilan heard a series of muffled sounds.

It was like the sound of a heavy object hitting.

He held his breath and took a few steps forward carefully. After passing through a bush, he found that there was a pretty back squatting on the edge of the swamp.

The woman was wearing a navy blue cotton and linen dress, with a white cloth headscarf on her head. She was rolling up her sleeves and holding a wooden stick to beat dirty clothes and socks on a smooth gray stone.

Jilan looked at the back of the strange woman, but he felt an indescribable creepy feeling in his heart.

Although the scene in front of him was normal, the problem was that she was not washing clothes by the stream or the pool... but in the swamp.

The clothes and socks were stained with black mud, and the more they were washed, the dirtier they became. But the woman didn't care. She was still humming an inaudible ballad, soaking the clothes and socks in the swamp, and then beating them with a wooden stick.

She was covered with mud spots.

Suddenly.

The woman stopped humming, and the wooden stick in her hand stopped moving.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Jilan.

Jilan's pupils shrank.

Because he saw that the woman's face was extremely ugly and distorted. A pair of turbid eyes flashed with a creepy look.

In Gillan's sight, "Colorful" moved strangely, and slowly revealed a crooked and twisted entry:

"Washerwoman."

"Mysterious creatures that only exist in the God's Land, often appearing in swamps or water sources, and their behavior is elusive."

"In the mid- to late 15th century in the mortal world, in the Dalton area in the south of the continent, there was a folk legend of "washerwoman". They have the body of a young woman, but the face of an old man, and will attack all passers-by or creatures, devour their flesh, and wash their internal organs."

Wow!

Suddenly, the washerwoman stood up.

But before she could make any move, Gillan took the initiative and raised his hand to fire several shots.

Bang bang bang! !

The fierce firepower instantly tore the head of the laundry woman apart, and also punched several large holes in her chest.

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the woman's body was pushed by the impact and staggered. She took a few steps back and fell on her back in the rotten mud swamp with a plop.

Crash!

But the next second, the headless laundry woman crawled out of the swamp again. She stood up, covered with black mud, and rushed towards Jilan at a strange speed.

At the same time, Jilan summoned the "Laughing Staff" and transformed it into a flower basket cross sword form.

Swoosh!

Green fire rose.

A secret sword technique chopped vertically, and under the mysterious rhythm, the flames flowed and trembled into sparks.

As soon as the laundry woman arrived, she was like bumping into a sharp sword blade and was instantly cut in half.

With a roar, the two halves of the body were on fire.

But even so, she still refused to give in. She stretched out her hands and touched Jilan's right arm at the moment when he leaned back.

An indescribable coldness came from his right arm.

Jilan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately turned the sword and swung it, cutting off his right forearm at the elbow!

Swish——

The forearm fell to the ground and shrank and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a few seconds, it looked like it had been dried by the wind for several years.

"Go to hell!"

Jilan endured the intense pain brought by the damage to his consciousness and kicked out with a "broken iron".

The shadow of his legs flashed.

Bang! !

The body of the laundry woman, which was cut in half, flew backwards and rolled and slid on the ground.

"Huh..."

Jilan held the sword in his left hand and exhaled. Looking at the body that no longer moved, he was still frightened.

'The Land of Gods is really too weird and dangerous. This is just the outer area of ​​the "lower layer", and I have encountered such a mysterious creature...'

'A slight touch will cause the body to become inactive. If I hadn't moved quickly, I'm afraid that strange mysterious power would have spread all over my body! '

Jilan raised his right arm and took a look.

The elbow was flat and burned by the high temperature of the sword. Fortunately, this was just his consciousness in the dream. After waking up, he only needed to rest for a few days to recover.

But he also knew that if this consciousness died in the dream, it would likely lead to serious consequences. Long-term mental depression and headaches are considered minor, and the fear is that he will never wake up...

Retracting his thoughts, Gilan walked to the body of the laundry woman.

The broken body was burned into charcoal by the green fire, and it was basically unrecognizable from its original appearance.

Gilan bent down and tried to reach out and touch it.

However, to his delight, colorful light shone, and the body of the laundry woman began to decay rapidly.

Swish——

Accompanied by dust flying.

The color number "119" in Gilan's sight jumped to "169", adding 50 points of mysterious energy.

'Hunting monsters in the God's Land can also get mysterious points? ’

He looked delighted.

In this way, there is one more way to accumulate mysterious energy. In the future, I can try to hunt monsters in the God's Land every night...

Gilan took a short break and continued to explore.

He didn't know how long he walked in the swamp area before he heard a strange sound again.

Looking out from behind a black tree, Gilan saw that there was a dry swamp open space not far ahead, and the black mud was cracked and hard.

There were more than a dozen little people less than one meter tall, wearing wide blue hats, jumping, turning and singing happily.

Gilan couldn't see their faces, except for the big and long deformed red noses that showed the brim of their hats.

‘Blue hat...’

He remembered the nursery rhyme sung by the three-headed crow when he first entered the swamp. This word was mentioned in the first sentence.

Gilan guessed that it might be talking about this mysterious creature in front of him.

He took out the "Echo", quietly replaced the "Poisoned Bullet", then held his breath and raised his gun to aim.

Bang bang bang! !

Several shots were fired, each of which hit a blue hat, piercing the huge head.

Blue blood spurted out of the hole, and the five or six blue hats that were shot in the head fell down.

The rest screamed and looked towards Jilan. They reacted quickly, raised their slender arms almost at the same time, and then clasped their hands.

Snap!

Snap!

Accompanied by the sound of clapping.

Jilan felt something moving under his feet.

He made a quick decision and dodged to the side.

Swish--

Almost the next moment, the place where he was standing was frozen directly, making a crackling sound.

Then a series of sharp ice cones as tall as a person protruded.

If Jilan hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been pierced on the spot!

'Is this the "Ice Beard" mentioned in the nursery rhyme? '

A thought flashed through Jilan's mind.

At the same time, he continued to raise his gun and shoot.

Bang bang bang! !

The silver-shining alchemical revolver spewed out flames, and bullets tempered with "filthy pus" hit the bodies of the blue hats.

All those who were shot were thrown to the ground.

Some were shot in the vitals and died on the spot, while others were severely injured and tortured to death by the strong pollution.

In less than half a minute, Jilan emptied the magazine, leaving only two blue hats alive.

They did not run, but rushed towards Jilan without fear of death. It was just that the way their short legs moved looked quite funny.

After experiencing the weirdness of the laundry woman, Jilan did not dare to get close to the mysterious creatures here, so he quickly retreated and kept a distance.

Then he casually threw an alchemy pot.

Swish!

The shiny round ball drew a parabola, landed precisely in front of the two blue hats, and exploded suddenly.

Boom! !

High-temperature fireworks burst out, and silver-plated shrapnel scattered.

The two blue hats were instantly torn apart by the explosion and turned into a ball of blood mist.

A few seconds later.

Jilan walked out from behind a black tree, and walked towards the bodies of the blue hats while being alert to the surroundings.

He corrupted these bodies one by one as usual.

As the colorful light continued to bloom, the color number "169" in his sight jumped several times and came to "297".

The strength of these blue hats was average, and the mysterious points they provided fluctuated between 8 and 12 points.

However, they were more numerous, and the total was quite considerable.

Jilan was in a good mood as he watched the points continue to increase.

He felt that he had come to the right place.

…

…

After a period of exploration.

Jilan never encountered any mysterious creatures again.

Until he passed through the swamp and came to a country dirt road.

On both sides of the road, there were tall ears of wheat.

The wheat field was extremely wide and there was no end in sight. When the wind blew, the golden wheat field rose and fell like waves, rippling with "ripples", which was quite magnificent.

There were several wooden houses painted green, yellow and pink in the distance, but no people were seen.

There was only a windmill, turning slowly.

Wheels...

At this time, Jilan heard the sound of the wheel hub turning, from far to near.

Turning his head, his face was stern.

I saw an exquisite black wood and gold-rimmed carriage coming towards me along the road.

The square carriage had extremely complex golden patterns, the bearings of the wooden wheel hub had prismatic spikes, and a windproof kerosene lamp was hung on the top of the carriage.

But the strange thing was that this carriage had no driver, only a headless black old horse.

‘The headless old horse pulls the box…’

Jilan couldn’t help but think of the nursery rhyme sung by the crow.

He watched the carriage slowly slow down and then stop beside him.

Jilan was startled at first, then looked at the headless horse and tried to ask:

“Pick me up? Where are you going?”

“…”

But the headless horse didn’t respond to Jilan’s question, like a wooden sculpture of a horse without a head.

Feeling that the “imprint of the divine hometown” in his heart was almost completely formed, Jilan thought for a while, then stepped on the pedal, lifted the black satin curtain, and got on the carriage.

‘I want to see where this carriage is going…’

Jilan thought to himself.

He sat on the narrow wooden chair in the carriage.

There was no light inside, and it was pitch dark.

Soon, Jilan felt the carriage tremble slightly and move.

He tried to lift the curtain of the carriage to see the scenery outside, but was shocked to find that he couldn’t lift it at all… as if the curtain was welded to the frame!

Jilan frowned and reached out to pull the curtain, but he couldn't open it either!

He picked up the "Laughing Stick" and swung it violently, hitting the inner wall of the carriage.

Clang! !

However, there was only a crisp metal collision sound, and the carriage was not damaged at all!

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

He thought about it and simply lay down on the bench, not doing any more useless work.