bookrandom Chapter 159 Loser
Chapter 159 Loser
At the front of the hall is a downward staircase. Under normal circumstances, this should be the way into the hall, but because Lin Hun was moving backwards, it became a downward staircase.
Lin Hun walked down the stairs and put his hand on the tightly closed iron door in front of him. With the seal of the contact dial as an example, he only needed to follow the same pattern to open such an ordinary door.
"Click" the door lock turned, and Lin Hun knew that the door had been opened. The speed and simplicity of the process made him sigh:
"No matter how strong the lock is, it can't be cracked from the inside."
Lin Hun did not gain any special skills from the gate, except for casting and carving. Lin Hun did not plan to be a locksmith or a sculptor in the future. These skills were just better than nothing for him, and they added some artistic appreciation ability.
"Creaky--" The iron door automatically opened slowly from the inside to the outside. Although the direction of opening was unusual and even a little strange, this was a dream and these small problems could be reasonably ignored because it was a dream.
When Lin Hun walked out of the bell tower, there was a courtyard outside. A wide open-air platform connected the two towers tightly.
The sky that Lin Hun could see here was brighter than that in the fishing village. However, there was still a hint of dimness hidden in the depths of the brightness. It looked more like a small tail left behind by the dusk sun before it completely set, emitting a faint light.
The courtyard was full of flower bouquets. The flowers of this kind of flower bouquet had huge flat disks that were similar to the sunflowers in Lin Hun's memory. However, when they grew up, the stems became entangled. Lin Hun was not sure what kind of plant it was, so he could only mutter in a low voice:
"Perhaps these are special plants from the bloodline world? Or are they local specialties artificially created in the dream?"
The most eye-catching thing in the entire courtyard is the bouquet combination in the middle. Bunches of flowers grow around the branches of the thickest flower in the middle. The flowers gradually increase in size from bottom to top, but the number keeps decreasing. There is only one flower at the top that is dozens of times larger than the ones below.
Lin Hun looked at these flowers and felt that they were somewhat similar to the flower he accidentally stepped on. This meant that they were not ordinary bouquets. Lin Hun began to speculate:
"Their flower language should carry the meaning of remembrance, mourning and commemoration. They are planted in front of Maria's door, so the object of mourning should be Maria. The question is who planted them?"
Lin Hun wanted to call Kos, but thinking that she should be busy with Maria's affairs, he rubbed his fingers and gave up.
Lin Hun did not rush into the courtyard right away. Whether it was such an empty place or the plants inside, they all revealed a sense of weirdness. Lin Hun's temples had been beating non-stop since he opened the door and saw them.
Logically speaking, a huge thing should be a magnificent scene, but Lin Hun's intuition sensed a distortion and coldness hidden deep inside.
After watching for a few dozen seconds, Lin Hun confirmed that his feeling was not wrong, and muttered softly:
"The feeling of this flower is different from the one on the coffin. The one on the coffin is much warmer than this one. Is it because of the time and conditions of growth that caused the nature to change?"
Lin Hun kept his feet from stepping into the garden and leaned over to look for a suitable bouquet of flowers near the stairs, as skillfully as an old farmer looking for weeds in the fields.
Unlike the giant flowers in the center, the plants become shorter and smaller as they spread outwards, and their growth is obviously poor.
In order to ensure sufficient objectivity, Lin Hun randomly broke off a branch nearby.
The moment it was broken, juice flowed out from the broken end. The bright red color was very similar to blood. Lin Hun even smelled the odor of blood when he raised his nose. With his many years of experience in beheading, he was sure that this was human blood. Lin Hun made a rigorous conclusion:
"It seems that I have to burn it regardless of whether it is the bouquet Maria likes or not. Something that grows by sucking human blood doesn't look like a good thing anyway."
The flames ignited the bouquet in his hand and burned it to ashes. Lin Hun looked carefully at the pile of plants in the center. As the protagonist of the entire courtyard, solving it would solve two-thirds of the problem:
“Where do I start lighting it? From the bottom up? Or from the top down?”
The malice in Lin Hun's eyes was not concealed at all.
After sucking too much human blood, these plants became more evil. Sensing that something bad was about to happen, they began to tremble strangely. The intertwined trunks bared their fangs and claws, intimidating all those with evil intentions. At the same time, the branches and leaves rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound, as if calling for something.
"rustle..."
“Sha…Sha…Sha.”
"Sha.Sha.Sha.Sha."
The sound became more and more rapid, like a strong wind blowing, but Lin Hun was right next to it and he didn't feel even a trace of air flow. It was obvious that the plant itself was moving.
It is said that it is a plant and perhaps also has some animal elements in it, and it has already understood the basic principles of seeking benefits and avoiding harm.
Lin Hun looked at the leaves and branches that were blowing without wind, and did not flinch because of the weird scene. Instead, he became more interested:
"The mystery around me is beginning to change. It seems that the real owner of this yard is about to appear."
At this moment, an arm as skinny as a skeleton suddenly broke out of the ground next to the giant plant picture in the center!
There was still some dirt hanging on this arm, and the skin was a strange blue-white color with a distinct rubber texture. No bones could be seen under the transparent skin.
The owner of the arm seemed to have been dead for a long time, but was full of vitality.
Soon after, more and more arms began to emerge from the ground, mixed in with the bouquets of flowers and surpassed the number of the bouquets at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were the real subjects of this garden, and the flowers were just weeds growing on the surface of their bodies.
These arms were all dry and twisted and looked very scary. But what was even more surprising was that these arms actually began to swing in unison with the rhythm of the bouquets above! Each swing was accompanied by a slight rustling sound, which was creepy.
Then the two arms supported the ground on both sides, and the thing inside tried to pull itself out of the soil like a carrot in a pit.
Lin Hun recalled what these guys were:
"'Loser'? I didn't expect it to grow out of the ground. It seems like this thing is really a human."
"Eh? Why should I care whether they are human or not?" Lin Hun was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses. "This is not a fishing village. There are no priests here, and there are no bullshit agreements. These things are greatly influenced by the higher-ups. It seems like they are hopeless. I can finally chop them to my heart's content!"
"Keng!" The black knight's sword was embedded in the holster.
Just by looking at their arms, one could tell that the guys in the mud were of medium size, so it would probably be more convenient to chop them with a broadsword. Just from their skinny arms, Lin Hun couldn't tell whether they were transformed from humans.
Lin Hun's mood was as surging as the flames leaping on the sword. Not giving the loser a chance to escape, Lin Hun rushed out with the sword in hand.
"Don't come out, it's better for the buried creatures to stay quietly in the ground!"
The big sword in Lin Hun's hand swept across like a sickle, cutting off all the exposed arms and plants at the roots wherever it went, leaving only a blazing flame.
When he reached the end of the other side of the courtyard, Lin Hun took a deep breath, then turned around quickly and rushed away like a flash of lightning.
His figure quickly shuttled through the courtyard, leaving a deep mark every time he stepped.
In less than a moment, he had gone back and forth in the courtyard three times, his speed was astonishing.
As he moved, the land in the courtyard was thoroughly plowed, and the arms and bouquets of flowers of the losers were scattered all over the ground.
The original rhythmic swaying was broken. When Lin Hun arrived, he brought his own order to every corner he passed by. Every corner of the courtyard was carefully cultivated without any omission.
While all this was happening, the blazing flames enveloped the entire courtyard as if it were a burning sea of fire.
The flames licked the ground, scorching everything, even the air seemed to be burning.
At this moment, the courtyard turned into a scorching hell, and it was difficult for anyone to approach. However, Lin Hun was not afraid at all. The flames in front of him were just a manifestation of his strength. He even deliberately controlled the flames to burn only on the surface of the soil to avoid damaging the building structure.
Only the largest group of plants in the middle, the forest soul, did not move because they were still needed to attract more losers to appear.
Soil is a very effective soundproofing material that can effectively block the spread of sound. When a person is buried in the soil, the sound they make will be absorbed and attenuated by the soil, becoming very weak.
The voice of the loser who was not unearthed in the crackling of the burning flames sounded very dull and vague in the forest soul.
Lin Hun deliberately bent down and got close to the ground to try to discern the words of the loser. As a person of superior status, he would not be polluted or affected by the information inside.
Unfortunately, the meaning of most of the sounds were just some meaningless cries. Lin Hun looked around awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed:
"It seems like we've gone a little too far this time."
Lin Hun looked towards the gate of the clock tower. Kos seemed to be particularly confident in him and had no intention of coming out to take a look.
The losers twisted their bodies frantically like earthworms trying to push up the flat soil. However, without arms, it was as difficult for them to break through the soil relying on their bodies as it was for a baby bird to break out of its shell.
Soil used to be the best protective umbrella for losers, nurturing their growth; now it has become their cage, and all of them are trapped in it and waiting to be killed.
Lin Hun shook his head and without wasting any more time, he thrust his sword into the twisting ground beneath his feet. After a violent twitch, the ground beneath his feet returned to calm.
The soil around him was suddenly calm for a moment, and then began to surge even more wildly. The scythe of the god of death was right above his head. As a wise loser, how could he not be afraid?