Chapter 128 Pure White Gate

The moths fluttering their wings happily ignored Watson's concerns. They just kept rushing forward, like a black army charging towards them, not even a trace of the arc moon's light could leak in.

A swarm of moths hovered over the forest floor, and above the heads of the three of them, the sound of flapping wings continued, as if they were chatting in an earnest discussion.

"Hey, look, how come its host body is carrying two female upright apes this time?"

"Yes, yes, and they look exactly the same."

"They are exactly the same. One is obviously a follower of the witch and the other is a follower of the witch."

"But aren't witches and mikos twins? Then these two female erectus should also be twins, right?"

"Hey, hey, how can you tell that these two erect apes are female and look exactly the same? Why can I only see the heart cup and cup moth."

"Why doesn't the white moth reply? Is it hurt in the waking world?"

"Probably...no, is there anyone in the waking world that can hurt it?"

"Not necessarily. Hasn't it degenerated now? Maybe it's not as powerful as before... And I heard that there are still some bloodlines of the deceased Si Chen in the waking world. They may also have the ability to transcend worldly limitations. the power of."

"You are thinking too much. I think the white moth is just tired. How about we come here to play with it next time? How about we change our activities tonight and go find those inferior upright ape species that are lost? I I want to spread some buzzing and madness into their heads, and I want to see if they can survive until the next time they return from their dream trip.”

"What a great idea! The upright ape that I spread my madness to last time dreamwalked into the forest again. I followed the traces of scales to find its traces. After eating its memory, I found that it was already in the waking world. Devouring seven or eight of the same kind, and clouding the light inside the skull for more than a dozen times...the panic and screams of those erect 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 leaving one or two scale wings or half of your body inside the skulls of those deformed ape species, so that when they return to the waking world, You can also control their every move by entering that layer of history, and you can disguise orders as inspiration... I used this trick last time to control the aberrant ape species and drag the entire town into chaos and disorder. middle."

"Wow - otherwise you are the most whimsical moth in our tribe. What a good idea. I have to try to play like this next time... No, I have to try to play like this now. I can't help it!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go, let's go find those species of upright apes that strayed into the forest to test which one is the most interesting way to play."

"Feifeifei, I want to fly higher, hehehe, I can fly faster than you!"

The swarms of moths come and go as quickly as they come. In a series of flapping sounds, they find the next interesting activity, and fly happily into the distance one after another, as if they want to snatch the first unlucky mortal who strays in. .

Clovette looked at the group of moths flying away quickly, and said with a mixture of shock and disappointment: "Sister, they all flew away again. Did they just pass by us just now?"

Emma replied coldly: "Well, it's possible."

John Watson, who had been following the three figures behind them, said nothing. He seemed to be frightened by the overwhelming swarm of spotted moths the size of a basin just now. He stood there panting with lingering fear. gas.

But in fact, the inside of Watson's soul was already in chaos at this moment, and it was devastated as if it had endured a brutal war - just now he felt the moths inside his skull dancing wildly with excitement, as if they wanted to call the moths on top to come down and gather together... This was undoubtedly This will expose the secret that he has already practiced the Secret Transmission of the Moth and tear apart his disguise.

So he activated the bayonet-shaped blade, poured all his energy, spirit and will into it, and launched a fight with the intracranial moth, forcing the intracranial moth to be distracted from the fight with the blade and had to temporarily give up the fight with the blade. The idea of ​​moth communication.

But even if Watson and the blade are so compatible that they can exert twelve points of power, even if the battlefield where the blade and the moth fight is his soul body and his consciousness...how can the first-level secret transmission of the blade fight? After passing the second level of the Secret Transmission of the Moth, no matter how hard the swordsman tried, he could only temporarily stop the call of the moth in the skull.

As soon as the large army of moths left, Watson's tight will and fighting edge quickly gave out, and he was retaliated and counterattacked by the moths in his skull who felt uncomfortable due to being blocked.

The blade-shaped bayonet curled blade that was all over the body was almost broken, and curled back into the depths of the soul in a dejected manner.

And Watson once again experienced violent involuntary molting. The skin on his chest, shoulders, back, arms, and thighs was torn off as if he had been subjected to the torture of peeling. If he hadn't thought about sleeping in the same bed with Clovette tonight, he would have specially She changed into a set of tight multi-layered pajamas, and at this moment, she was also projected into the forest as she dreamed.

Otherwise, the peeling skin and the soul-body mimic blood flowing out of the exposed flesh and blood would have been exposed at a glance... Even so, Watson's bottom shirt has been completely soaked by the mimic blood, and it is tightly attached to the flesh without skin. If he moves a little, he can feel the pain of the flesh and blood being rubbed by the rough clothes, as if he is roughly wiping the pain nerves with sandpaper. The itchy and painful stinging feeling like ants biting the whole body is like a continuous wave hitting the consciousness.

Fortunately, the soul body has no tears and sweat, otherwise Watson must have been sweating profusely at this moment, but his face is also unusually pale due to blood loss.

Watson just gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He seemed to be panicked because of witnessing the magical moth swarm. When he approached Crovit and Emma, ​​he accidentally stumbled and fell to the ground, and the moss and rotten soil in the forest were all over his body, but it also covered the bloody smell inside just right.

"John, are you okay? Don't be afraid. My sister and I are there. We can definitely take you on a safe trip through the woods."

Clovette was about to go back to help, but she saw Watson had already climbed up by himself. She had to pat her chest hard, using the faint banging sound to give him a little encouragement and motivation.

Watson patted the soil lightly. It was obvious that he was very scared, but he had to force himself to cheer up. He said casually: "It's okay, I just slipped for a moment. Let's move on."

Emma laughed contemptuously when she saw this.

Next, the Crovit sisters led Watson to travel through important places such as the Woodland Well and the Temple of the Wheel of Time. Of course, they just watched from a distance and did not approach easily. After all, the main purpose of their trip was to lead the newcomers to familiarize themselves with the woods.

The three of them passed through the boundary of the ancient trees in the woods, bypassed the jagged boulders, and saw the dark light curtain with psychedelic cobalt blue starlight flowing, the real boundary of the Mansu woodland area.

"John, look there!"

Watson looked in the direction of Crovitt's finger, and saw a hideous bone door standing on the boundary wall of the territory!

It was a door made entirely of pure white skeletons, embedded in the dark cobalt blue light curtain.