Suddenly something thick and low sounded in the bedroom, like the whistling of wind blowing through a culvert.
When Lu Li realized what it was, the person behind the dream spread out, the halo and the cat's body faded, and disappeared.
There was a strange noise coming from the window, a ferocious bat monster hung upside down outside the window, scarlet eyes peered behind the window, and sharp high-frequency sound waves penetrated into the bedroom.
"My master...is taking a bath."
The lizard maid replied, engaging in some incomprehensible exchange: "No... you have no right to intrude."
squeak
The bathroom door opened at this time, and Claire stood in front of the door with warm water dripping in her bathrobe: "What happened."
The lizard maid couldn't understand why the head maid was in the bathroom, so she lowered her head and replied: "Master, the bat guards want to break into your bedroom."
The sound of wind echoed in the bathroom, and Claire's tone was cold: "I need a reason."
Sharp sound waves penetrated the glass and echoed in the bedroom. Amidst the sharp tinnitus, the bat guard and its heavy breathing left the window sill and merged into the night sky.
"What did it say?"
The silhouette of Lu Li squatting by the doorframe appeared, and Claire beside him disappeared together with the haze of dreams.
"It's just following the Mistress' request to monitor us."
Lu Li didn't hear the lizard maid's explanation clearly because the terrifying loneliness instantly surrounded him.
The dreamer has protected Lu Li from bad luck several times, but now, the dreamer who has reached the critical line has become his nightmare. Candlelight illuminates every corner of the bedroom, but unspeakable darkness wraps his mind and body.
A thick barrier separated Lu Li from the world. It was a feeling of isolation as if the world had been abandoned, as if he was being exiled from the planet, gradually drifting away in the lonely and cold dark space.
Lu Li's determination is no stronger than those who hold cursed titles, especially after losing the Doomsday Apocalypse Book.
In the cage of fear and loneliness, Lu Li realized why the long-famous legend was like lighting a match to keep warm in the cold winter, and why he was so humble in the face of hope.
Lu Li released the dreamer, and the safety and warmth he had been deprived of suddenly returned. He told the lizard maid, "When Claire came back, she told her that my humanity was too low, and asked her to find a dying weirdo, and if I lost consciousness at that time, she would control me.
Kill it." Then he restrained his nostalgia for the warm wooden house and took the initiative to step into the cold and snowy night.
…
Claire, who returned with the good news, saw Lu Li curled up at the foot of the bed as if he was sick, unresponsive to the outside world.
"The bat guard has been here, and the guest has consumed his humanity in order to conceal your departure."
A biting wind was raging in the bedroom. Claire wanted to capture the bat guard to atone for her sins, but was stopped by the lizard maid: "Master, this will expose you and your guests."
The violent wind gradually subsided, and Claire regained her composure: "You are right...let the gardener provide a batch of living weirdos. If it refuses, tell him that it is to find its mother. No, there is no need to go, I will bring him
Lu Li goes to the cemetery."
Claire called to the lizard maid again, and they looked at the weapon with a smaller target.
As for the possibility of Bat Guard coming again, she can't control that much.
Picking up Lu Li, who had his eyes closed as if sleeping, Claire left the terrace again and flew towards the gardener's territory.
In the cemetery, the wild wind surged into the tomb. Claire destroyed the gardener's transplanted body to the young gardener. When the latter was writhing in pain due to the failed operation, he said to the gardener: "I need to live weirdly, a lot."
The gardener cleans up the failed operation: The struggling little gardener is dismembered with daggers in his pale, slender arms, turning into a pile of lifeless limbs.
"This is about mother."
Claire's addition made the gardener get away from what he was doing, and led Claire to the cemetery where the weird things he captured were piled up.
"Lu Li?"
Claire shook Lu Li gently but did not wake him up, so according to Lu Li's message, he weakened the monsters to the point of death, grabbed the cats' paws and stamped them on their bodies.
The weak but continuous damage consumes the little vitality left by the weirdos. When they die, humanity is like a clear spring filling Lu Li's exhausted soul.
Lu Li woke up from his dream on his own, haggard and weak, and let Claire continue to harvest humanity.
"when……"
The gardener spoke dullly, but was interrupted by Claire: "Is that terrible?"
"Unlike low sanity syndrome, low humanity will make you lose everything."
It's like a baby leaving the womb, like being driven away from a warm home, like being exiled from the world.
Despite this, the short-term low humanity also has its benefits, making Lu Li more aware of the importance and preciousness of humanity.
Even if the scale is placed in this cold and hopeless universe, it is still rare.
"Kill... you!"
A roar suddenly sounded from behind, and the winds surrounding Claire squeezed each other to block the attack.
"Are you crazy?"
Claire coldly questioned the gardener who suddenly went crazy and attacked her.
"My... mother! Who is it! Tell... me!" The limbs sewn onto the deformed trunk swayed with the gardener's anger, like a deformed sea urchin that drives people crazy.
"Lu Li needs to rest. Let's wait until he recovers."
But Claire is not afraid of gardeners.
"It has recovered and is in good condition." Lu Li put an end to their conflict.
“Like the comfort you get when the pain from a cramp goes away?”
"almost."
Lu Li asked the gardener to wait for a moment, released the dreamer, and said to Claire: "Imagine the farmer's soul you see."
An illusory, fluorescent outline emerged. It was a man's huddled soul, fragile and decadent, clear but making people feel like a mist.
"Can you recognize it?"
"I don't know him, but he feels familiar."
Lu Li rummaged through his memory for that trace of familiarity.
Scenes and conversations emerged from the surrounding dreamland:
"Because Dean Asammons has not returned from an outing, I will host this year's dinner." Professor Chris, who was in charge, gestured to the silhouettes beside him: "Then, let me first introduce it to the cuties in the lower grades.
Own?"
"Senior Occult Professor, you can call me Helmud." The thin figure wearing the ancient and exquisite musketeer uniform took off his top hat.
"Professor of Divination, Immortal." The pale, decadent man with a sad temperament like a poet tore off Helmud's head, revealing the hideous wounds and sutures like centipedes.
The picture freezes at this moment, and the decadence of the undead merges with the curled-up soul floating next to it.
Lu Li found out the identity of the farmer.
This also helps them narrow down their scope.
The man in the dream faded away, and Lu Li asked Claire to continue helping him harvest humanity while he entered the dream and followed the clues.
There is a corridor of honor in the canopy, where portraits of past professors of Giant Tree College are hung.
Lu Li, who appeared in the Memory Gallery, looked at the first painting: Dean Asammons who had never appeared in the illusion of Midnight City.