Chapter 180 Moth Sighs

The Pale Moth was very happy today. Even though he was flapping his wings non-stop and scattering the debris of his scaly wings, he did not feel tired at all.

He even got feedback from the moth brother through this act of discarding unnecessary things. I became stronger again!

Because my host who always disobeyed me... it finally stopped being a human today!

But this so-called stopping being a human is actually just an exaggerated rhetoric I learned in the waking world! The host at this point in time is far from being a non-human. Not to mention completely shedding the mortal body and showing his true self, he has not even passed the level of Gribby...

Alas - this host really makes Moth worry. (Moth sighs and shakes his head helplessly)

But the host finally woke up today! He is finally willing to do something non-human!!!

First, the middle-aged man who attacked with an axe, then the old man who secretly poisoned, and then the blacksmith who tried to stab me in the back with red-hot tongs... The sneak attacks of these malicious mortals were all seen through by the clever host, and my scales were planted in their hearts as the seeds of coordinates.

Alas, this host is really hypocritical. He clearly wants to taste the pleasure of killing in his heart, but he just refuses to show his true nature and tear these fragile mortals into pieces - he always waits until the mortals take the initiative before slowly fighting back. Fortunately, the host is so indecisive that he dares not kill in front of that little moth, and can only quietly spread my scales.

Hehe, it's well spread, it's wonderful!

These mortals who have been planted with my scales will inevitably fall into the woods when they fall asleep tonight, and then my good friends will definitely smell my scent and come to these mortals, devour their last sanity, occupy their souls and bodies... and create new chaos in this town with me! ! !

Brother Moth, you just wait and enjoy our performance!

——"The Happy Adventure of the Pale Moth in the Waking World·Volume II·Page 119"

Watson shook his head fiercely, trying to drive out this strange and difficult to verify the authenticity of the sudden idea in his head. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this was the result of his increasingly bizarre imagination, or whether the moth in his head had really quietly written his experience into a book.

He has now followed Sebastian to return the tools to the carpenter Nak. This mortal whose sanity was deeply corrupted by the moth's magic power has already escaped into dreams during the day. When the two entered the courtyard, they could hear the thunderous snoring coming from the house.

Then he went back to the only blacksmith's house in the town to help with the hammering work, repeatedly hammering and hammering the crude red metal ingots to remove impurities.

At that time, the blacksmith tried to take advantage of Sebastian's going to the toilet, and attacked him from behind with the hot iron tongs just taken out of the charcoal stove, stabbing into his kidneys and stirring them fiercely, so that the scorching heat would destroy this damned outsider from the inside!

But Watson had been using his heart perception and moth vision since he entered the town. He had long sensed the excited heart rate approaching from behind, turned around and pinched the other's throat, and stuffed another shed nail into the mouth of this muscular man.

After the gurgling swallowing sound, the buzzing in his head resounded through the blacksmith's spirit. He staggered back two steps, laughing and falling asleep on the recliner.

After returning from the toilet, Sebastian could only look at the sleeping blacksmith in confusion again, wondering if everyone in the town is so tired today? Why do they always quietly fall asleep while working? !

"Since the blacksmith is asleep, let's stop for a while, Mr. John. The sound of ironwork is so noisy, I'm afraid it will disturb his rest."

The boy put down his rolled-up sleeves and put on his coat again, "Are you hungry, Mr. John? Why don't I take you to Aunt Susan's house for lunch? She invited me to attend afternoon tea yesterday, but it should be okay for us to go there in advance now - Aunt Susan's butter fish pie is the best in our town!"

And Mr. John, who had experienced a lot of intense iron ingot hammering work in this hot blacksmith shop, was not tired at all, but there was some sweat on his forehead. He He put on his windbreaker slowly, and replied with a gentle smile: "No problem, Sebastian, what you said made my stomach start to rumble, let's go now - this Ms. Susan, is she the lady you were talking to when I first met you yesterday?"

"Yes."

So Watson followed Sebastian out of the blacksmith shop. This was the third town resident he had come into contact with. Unfortunately, he had not been able to get any useful information about the Pure White Library from these mortals who were filled with hatred and anger, and he had not even found the source of the hostility.

However, he speculated that perhaps the reason why this once prosperous town of Ilkesmouth had fallen into its current dilapidated state was because of an uncontrollable disaster that had occurred many years ago, in which many townspeople had died - but the buildings in the town were not destroyed too badly, with only a small number of abandoned houses appearing to be charred by fire. This showed that the disaster was not a simple natural or man-made disaster, but some kind of strange special disaster in which intact houses could accurately harm mortals.

He immediately thought of the secret believers. Only the power of secret teachings can simply affect the minds of mortals without damaging buildings... But to be able to destroy a thriving town with thousands of families into the empty and depressed appearance it is now, at least half of the families must have lost their lives in that disaster... What a huge secret teaching force this must be, thirty people? Fifty people? A hundred people?

Watson had never tried to release his secret teaching power recklessly. For a moment, he didn't know how many mortals' minds could be affected at one time if a second-level secret practitioner like him used the power of sex without control. So he couldn't estimate the specific number of people attacked by the secret teachings in the town of Ilkesmouth at that time.

"But-" he thought, "If the Crossroads Cult came out in full force, it would probably cause such a result."

While Watson was thinking, Sebastian had already led him to resist Susan's cute pink courtyards, which might be the only place in the entire gloomy and desolate town full of brilliant colors.

The boy didn't know that Mr. John next to him had already figured out the streets of the entire town and was interested in guiding him.

Sebastian shouted loudly across the pink fence: "Ms. Susan!"

"According to yesterday's agreement, I should come at tea time, but my stomach is so hungry that I am embarrassed to come to your house and have lunch!"

A friendly and heroic voice came back from the house immediately, "Is it little Sebastian? You came just in time. We are just about to have lunch. Please come in quickly."

The houses in the town of Ilkesmouth are usually unlocked.

Because this coastal town is too remote, no outsiders have entered for many years. The town maintains a harmonious atmosphere of keeping the doors open, and there is no need to worry about thieves sneaking in to steal things. In a sense, it has achieved harmony.

Sebastian stepped into the courtyard and continued to shout into the house: "Ms. Susan, I also brought a guest with me. Do you mind?"

"Guest?!"