Green took out a talisman from his arms and handed it to Lu Zhengkang.
Lu Zhengkang took it and took a look.
It's exactly a Q version of Green's avatar.
This talisman is called the Son of Grimm.
Green straightened up and turned around, still facing Lu Zhengkang.
"My relatives are scattered throughout these lands, collecting the essence unique to our...race, the flame of dreams. Find my relatives, collect their flames and bring them back to me. Together we can create miracles." He hoarse.
Smiling, "Don't worry, little guy, you won't complete this task alone. My child will guide you to find the flame and suck the burning essence into its body." He turned his head slightly, his scarlet eyes showing joy.
Meaning, "Like you, this child is also crucial in the mission. Only when it is by your side will the flames and my kin reveal themselves to you."
After saying this, he shrank suddenly, red smoke exploded around him, and disappeared.
Lu Zhengkang took stock of the amulet in his hand and had some ideas.
Turning around to leave, he saw Bloom again on the road. He was pulling the insect instrument vigorously, with exaggerated movements that made people worry whether the grub in his hand would break. However, he himself calmly said to Lu Zhengkang:
"The flame. Search for it. For the leader. For our relatives. Hmm."
Lu Zhengkang hurriedly walked out of the tent. Those bugs in the carnival would take the initiative to say hello when they saw Lu Zhengkang, but their smiles were a bit hypocritical through their masks.
Everything about this troupe exudes shrewdness, so Lu Zhengkang decided to let experts take a look.
He entered the station and took the Staghorn to the Queen's Garden.
Along the way, the stag beetle was very silent, but he obviously had something to say, panting all the way, sometimes pausing suddenly, and then continuing to pant.
The pauses at this interval seemed to be filled with an embarrassing emotion.
After arriving at the station in the Queen's Garden, the stag beetle finally couldn't help but ask: "The other little guy, why isn't he here? Did he go to take the tram? How could such a cold monster like a bug take the tram? It's really weird
Reasonable!"
"Oh, him? He just went home."
The stag beetle was stunned.
"Oh... I'm going home." He chewed the words carefully, "Going home..."
Lu Zhengkang felt something strange, so he used the Dream Nail to steal the stag insect's dream language.
"My body is getting more and more painful. Maybe I'm getting old? Maybe I should go back to my lair to die? The new clan members have broken out of their shells, and there will be successors to the mission of the stag beetle..."
Lu Zhengkang sighed. Sure enough, an old insect was homesick. It was a dusk bird that could not fly. It was time to sink into the horizon with the setting sun.
"Old friend, take care of yourself." Lu Zhengkang gave his blessing and left quickly.
…
See the White Lady again.
She heard the footsteps and murmured to herself, "It's coming. The familiar smell is that strange little guy. You succeeded. The terrible breath hanging above your head dissipated. This is a great achievement. But, you
You must know that this is not the end, the source of light still exists."
Lu Zhengkang was stunned when he heard this.
Radiant is not dead?
He quickly asked: "Then how to solve the future troubles?"
Madam Bai shook her head, "Only the family members can know this secret. You should go find the prophet."
"But the prophet has passed away!"
"She will definitely leave a revelation, but you haven't discovered it yet." Mrs. White knew the prophet very well.
Lu Zhengkang nodded slowly and decided to get down to business first, "Please feel this talisman." He presented the Son of Green and placed it in front of his wife.
"Oh, I feel the breath of fire, so familiar... The Scarlet Heart did succeed. And ironically, he tried to use my creation to fuel his own."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and said: "So this Green is a liar!"
Lady White shook her head again, "Don't belittle the people of Nightmare. He is a very capable insect. At least, he has learned my skills."
"Can Green make containers?"
"The people of nightmares are everywhere, beware of them. Be careful not to get lost in their dazzling performances."
Lu Zhengkang thought of those carnival swarms of white-faced bugs. Were they all enslaved by the masks made by Greene? With such a huge number, it seems that Greene's career was very successful."
In the original work, these white-faced insects were just spectators in the stands, and in fact they were just puppets. Now they are alive. It seems that some inexplicable changes have occurred.
Lady White said: "Perhaps, you can get the inspiration you want from the nightmare. Their combination is impressive, and the light cannot penetrate the scarlet realm."
Lu Zhengkang nodded, took out his two talisman slots, stuck them on the Green Son talisman, and then wore them on his chest.
A little bit of light lit up, and a small insect appeared in the sky. It was Green's head, but its big eyes were black. Two pairs of ribbon-like wings on its back flapped gently, and its short maggot-like body looked very cute.
Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and grabbed this little guy.
The son of Green screamed, but couldn't break free.
Lu Zhengkang pulled out the Dream Nail and lightly scratched Little Green's body.
Dream words appear.
"Ritual, fire, powerful tool."
This little thing really has something to offer.
Lu Zhengkang continued to spy on Mengyu.
"Collect flames, masks..."
"Slavery, Worm's creation is truly terrifying and practical."
"What is Worm hiding? It's so profound, it should be the perfect container."
"The light dissipates, the flame is eternal!"
It's getting more and more interesting.
The Son of Grimm seems to be Grimm himself, and he is still an infant, with sufficient memory but insufficient mental capacity.
"Crystal refracts light, but not fire!"
"The great nightmare, the Scarlet Lord...as long as we unite, we can build an eternal kingdom!"
"Worm's attempt failed shamefully. The path he chose did indeed suppress the darkness."
“It feels good to be back here.”
Lu Zhengkang was so addicted that he waved the Dream Nail tirelessly. For a time, Madam White's noble room turned into a nightclub, overflowing with brilliance.
After being spied on in sleep whispers many times, the Son of Green's black eyes began to turn red, and scorching flames ignited from his body. Lu Zhengkang had to seal it first before he could swing the nail with peace of mind.
"Enough! Shameless spy! The scarlet will cannot be humiliated!" A majestic voice rang in his ears, and he began to scold endlessly.
Lu Zhengkang snorted coldly, pulled out the bone nail, and pointed the exploding sword energy directly at the big head of the Son of Green.
That very arrogant voice seemed to have been put on a mute button and suddenly fell silent.