It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Perhaps, I still deeply need a "companion".

However, Bai Lin quickly dismissed the thought, shaking her head violently. She didn't want to dwell on it, especially when she still had things to do. When she retired, she'd have plenty of time to torture herself with self-doubt. It would probably be best to just leave some things alone and not deal with them.

Compared to this, I wonder how Miyu is doing now. Before meeting Saint Qili last time, Bai Lin had already taken her to Camitlan overnight. I originally wanted to give her to Sora, but Sora said, "You've brought the child home, why don't you show it to your wife first?" So, at Sora's request, I took her to Katipello.

Katie didn't seem much older than Miyu, but her maternal instincts seemed unaffected by this. She quickly fell in love with this innocent and adorable little girl, and the two of them seemed to get along quite well. But in the end, she was still assigned to Sora's care, just to give Katie a chance to find someone.

This was a good thing. Bai Lin was actually quite worried if Miyu stayed with Katie for too long. Although he had a clear conscience...but if Miyu told Katie Pello about his encounters with all kinds of beautiful girls of different races along the way, that wouldn't be a headache. After all, that idiot kid could always exaggerate. At least, Bai Lin had to have a chance to argue before she could let her stay with Katie for a long time.

Just as Bai Lin was lost in some chaotic thoughts, a violent tremor brought her back to reality. She felt a tremor that instantly enveloped her whole body, and the temperature around her suddenly rose.

"W-what the hell is going on?!"

Bai Lin was a little confused. Was there a magnitude 10 earthquake happening to him in this moment? But that didn't make sense. If it was a disaster that big, the poet next to him would have definitely informed him in advance.

Thinking of this, she looked at the poet next to her. He didn't say much, but after glancing at Bai Lin, he flashed and moved a short distance away from the mountain. Now Bai Lin understood why the poet had asked her to pack her tent in advance when she just got up.

Damn, I’m still not used to this tone.

She doesn't play tricks on you; she just tells you to get on with your work. Even though I don't know why I did what I did, it still turned out well, and that's a strange feeling.

The poet's body landed on a high rock some distance outside the main mountain range and then came to a stop. Bai Lin followed closely behind him. The two of them stood on the high ground, watching the mountains not far away constantly changing shape.

The seemingly ordinary, slightly unusual snow-capped mountain had undergone a drastic transformation as daylight arrived. The snow had completely melted away in the trembling, and the mountain itself was opening outwards one petal at a time like a flower, creating a truly bizarre spectacle.

What was revealed was the "contents" of the mountain that had interfered with Bai Lin's battle yesterday. They appeared extremely turbid and viscous, but even from a distance, one could clearly sense the extremely high temperature of the liquid, completely contradicting the property of matter to emit light while generating heat. The color itself was a dull red, which seemed to cause some physiological reaction in people, and even the morning light seemed to dim slightly.

It's just like a pool of blood in hell.

From a physical perspective, those things flowed very slowly, almost not at all. However, through divine observation, the magic power contained within them was constantly flowing in chaotic spirals, with only a huge axis like the eye of a storm, just like a black hole, steadily trapping the constantly rotating magic power in a spiral structure.

No matter how you look at it, this thing looks incredibly weird, something Bai Lin couldn't quite understand. Just as she was instinctively putting on her equipment with a frown on her face, the poet said,

"Now you know why this mountain is called that name?"

Bai Lin chuckled when she heard this. Yes, the devil's hot soup is really appropriate for it. She asked while holding the shield in her hand,

"Then you don't need to sleep. My morning exercises are basically just free time exercises I do while waiting for my teammates to wake up. Now that you and I know these two pieces of information, you chose to let us stay here until dawn instead of leaving early. There must be a reason, right?"

The poet nodded slightly. Bai Lin's words were very accurate. She also said in agreement,

"That's right. That mountain itself is our destination today, so there's no need for us to leave early."

"Huh? What are you doing there? You're not going to collect that strange liquid, are you? Theoretically, this thing should be like this every day, which is why the residents around here gave it that name. And since the residents don't collect it, it must not be something they can just take away."

Bai Lin guessed while looking at the poet beside him and asked sideways,

"Could it be some kind of guardian beast? Let me have a fight with it. First of all, my nearest resurrection point isn't very close to here..."

Chapter 740 It’s Not Hard Work

The poet glanced at Bai Lin calmly, and then said in a steady tone,

"We don't need to do anything that intense today, but we don't need to collect those thick liquids either."

"You should have noticed. In the center of that viscous liquid, there's a vortex-like cavity. In reality, it's the entrance to another world, similar to the Elf Forest. Our goal is to dive deep into the blood pool on the mountain and penetrate deeper into it."

"what??"

Bai Lin was a little confused. She looked at the sticky liquid and didn't want to get that stuff on her body. Although her body cleansing function was very strong and Bai Lin herself was not a germaphobe, the sight of this thing made her feel a little physically resistant.

The thought of soaking in such a pool of blood made me feel a creeping sensation running through my whole body, which was instinctively a little unacceptable.

However, if she really needed to do so, she would have no problem with it. Besides her own psychological barriers, there were other problems as well.

The temperature of this blood pool was estimated to be several thousand degrees. The heat radiating from the surface seemed to be limited by some special means, but the heat could still be felt from a distance. Bai Lin herself was completely accustomed to this level of temperature, but the poet... Although Bai Lin knew that the poet was also very powerful, she couldn't help but glance at him. The poet had been staring at Bai Lin for a long time. When she looked over, he looked back at her with a calm look and said,

"Don't worry about me. The protective measures I've prepared are far better than you think. Unlike Araniah's extravagant and expensive designs, I've put the best steel on the blade. Not only is the temperature perfectly fine, I barely even feel the pressure of moving through the liquid."

"You're so awesome, can you give me a set too?"

Bai Lin blurted out these words almost subconsciously. Even though he had picked up so many weapons, equipment had always been a major need for Bai Lin. After hearing this, the poet was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. He raised his head and leaped out, leaving behind a sentence,

"Let's get going."

Bai Lin wasn't offended by the clear and concise instructions. After all, she knew the mention of "Mao equipment" was just a joke. She shrugged and instantly followed the other person's footsteps. The two of them quickly leaped into the pool of blood.

The blooming mountain flowers, like a massive mouth, instantly devoured the two girls, leaving no trace. The two, each more heavily clothed than the other, moved freely through the pool of blood. The slight resistance and chaotic flow of magic power had no effect on these two flesh monsters. Soon, they approached the void itself.

The deeper they went into the blood pool, the dimmer the surrounding light became. Furthermore, their intuitive senses, such as sight and hearing, were being disrupted in a non-physical state, and even their most basic consciousness was gradually blurring. It was like suffering from heatstroke in the scorching heat, but Bai Lin knew that such a problem wouldn't occur to him.

It was a feeling of stagnation, a subtle sensation in which all his senses were infinitely stretched. After feeling it for a moment, Bai Lin immediately calmed himself, quickened his pace, and without hesitation, headed in the direction he had previously locked onto.

With the poet around, in this environment, there is no need to hesitate whether there is a problem with your decision.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Lin felt a tearing sensation, accompanied by a dizzying sense of weightlessness. Then, all her senses returned to normal, and her feet touched solid ground, without a trace of liquid, as if everything before had been a dream.

What appeared before her was a completely new environment.

The dark, yet not unpleasant, tones spread out across the ground before me like clouds. The mixed dome and flat roof architectural style connected the modest buildings together, making them appear not as a cluster of buildings but as a unique landscape.

The gradual progression of layers is not obvious, creating a visually cluttered experience, but the grandeur of the courtyards completely dissipates this. A warm dusk-like light filters through the window sills hung with flowers, completely obscuring the eerie, angular "clouds" of a sky that blends red and white. Though dim, being on this ground feels like returning to a warm home.

The feeling these interconnected buildings give Bai Lin can be summed up in four words: "flat sand, wild geese falling." While the view may not seem vast, the sensation stretches to the far ends of the world, like standing in another sky, the senses freely extended, unimpeded by the buildings. A subtle warmth, a subtle sense of spaciousness, and the delicate fragrance of flowers create this delicate harmony.

Just like the girl who suddenly appeared in front of Bai Lin.

A young girl with long, straight black hair and crimson eyes stood quietly before Bai Lin. Her eyes were calm, devoid of any arrogance or sharpness, but rather a hint of respect within her youthful expression.

She wore a gothic midi skirt, embroidered stockings, and knee-high boots. Overall, she had a classic, dark British look. Her youthful appearance and figure, slightly shorter than Bai Lin, perfectly embodied a beauty born from collision—the collision of darkness and youthful cuteness, creating a new, yet very natural, temperament.

Behind the girl, four pairs of deep black limbs coiled securely around her. The ferocious creature, seemingly several times larger than she was, surprisingly didn't appear the slightest bit strange on her back. These subtle elements made the beautiful girl before them even more charming.

I had an urge to touch those spider legs and see how she would react.

Before Bai Lin could even begin to formulate this inexplicable thought, a gust of wind blew past her. The one who had suddenly stepped out of the air and landed firmly was none other than the Dark Poet. Without a second glance around, she walked directly to Bai Lin's side and stood still.

Chapter 741 Dusk Village

"Welcome, distinguished guests. Thank you very much for your willingness to help."

The girl with the eight-clawed back spoke to the two of them in a very respectful tone. She lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly, performing a standard etiquette. It was clear that the girl was very polite. Her voice sounded a little cold, but it was also enough to make people feel comfortable.

There are beauties and wonders here, this place is truly wonderful. Just when Bai Lin was a little immersed in the state, she suddenly reacted to the other party's words,

What, help? Who are you, where am I, and what is this for?

Before she could figure out how to solve the puzzle, the poet nodded slightly and replied,

"Well, it's just a small matter. Just lead the way as we agreed."

"Then, I will lead the way for you two."

At this point, Bai Lin's bewildered gaze instantly shifted to the poet. This guy agreed? Never mind. After all, it was her, so her agreement made sense... Someone who could see into the future was truly amazing.

But you really can't tell me anything in advance, it will make me panic.

Although Bai Lin wasn't worried about being kidnapped by the poet, she didn't ask any questions and followed the poet, setting off with the spider girl leading the way. However, she couldn't help but clench her fists slightly as she thought this.

The poet seemed to have noticed Bai Lin's confusion, so she took advantage of the opportunity to walk and turned her head slightly to speak.

"Don't be too nervous. This time, you won't have to suffer too much. Our goal isn't difficult. We just need to adjust our mindset and think calmly, and we'll be done."

If not, then aren't there a lot of things in this world that can be solved by "setting your mind right, then using a calm mind to think a little, and you'll be done with it"? Bai Lin couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.

Soon, the three of them arrived at a Western-style mansion, not overly large, but clearly larger than the surrounding buildings. The sight of such familiar attire and architecture in such a foreign land reassured Bai Lin. Furthermore, the poet's words, though not particularly helpful, brought a sense of peace to Bai Lin because they came from her own words. She let go of her inner anxiety, regained her composure, and naturally entered the mansion.

As soon as he stepped inside, Bai Lin was enveloped by the light of dusk. Passing by the classic entrance hall, the main hall was just as spacious as Bai Lin had imagined. The standard front staircase and the duplex floor design extending to both sides all brought a sense of familiarity.

However, the overall layout, especially the interior, was much more antique than Bai Lin had imagined. Clockwork clocks, trapezoidal candlesticks, and countless exquisite retro items, each one seemed like a treasure trove of gold, attracting the attention of a modern person like Bai Lin.

This is a rare and very cool thing.

The furniture, like the exterior, was painted in a palette that wasn't bright, but it didn't feel gloomy at all. Xifeng's villa's interior design wasn't a particularly harsh Gothic style, but it had a similar feel to Spider-Girl's outfit. This feeling perfectly captured Bai Lin's somewhat cozy mood. She truly wished she could stay here for a night, or even host a party.

Unfortunately, Bai Lin didn't have the time to explore the place for a long time. Not long after entering, her eyes had already moved away from the objects around her and locked onto the stairs in the center of the room.

Because there, stood a girl who looked a little out of place.

The same spider claws on her back, the same black hair and red eyes, and even her overall temperament was very similar to the previous one, with only a slight difference in her hairstyle. The biggest difference was that her face was a bit more handsome, just on the edge of the "cute" category.

So why does such a charming girl seem out of place? The answer, of course, is her attire.

The girl was wearing... or rather, hanging, only an overlong black shirt. The shirt reached her thighs, covering the bare minimum, but wasn't the nakedness of her lower body a bit...?

Bai Lin was a little stunned, but luckily she kept her helmet on, so no one saw the exaggeration in her expression, otherwise it would have been a bit rude.

This kind of dressing, in Bai Linna's words, is a "boyfriend shirt." This is a very convenient way to wear it. Just hang the oversized clothes directly on your body and it becomes a perfect home outfit. Many girls wear it this way.

However, Bai Lin had never seen her sister who lived in such a house dressed like this, although she didn't know her sister who lived in such a house.

The girl who led the way exchanged a brief eye contact with the girl who was only wearing one piece of clothing, and after the other girl nodded slightly in confirmation, she walked to the house on the first floor.

"Nice to meet you, my two guests. Mr. Poet, I believe the one beside you is the legendary Holy Son. You have come from afar, so please allow me to express my gratitude once again."

As she spoke, she also bowed slightly. The moment she stood up, the slight sense of laziness brought on by her clothes was instantly swept away. In its place, she felt a sense of dignity and seriousness.

She already had a slender figure, and standing on such a high staircase, an invisible sense of oppression finally emanated from the hall and surrounded Bai Lin. The latter shook his head slightly, somewhat nonchalantly, as if he had a vague sense of familiarity with this kind of character...

How could this seriousness, these calm yet resolute words, be so similar to those of the coaches? The words of the nobility generally didn't have that kind of vaguely firm tone. They should be businesslike with strangers and casual with established ones.

Of course, this is a world within a world, so even if the other party turns into a giant spider and chases her in the next second, Bai Lin probably won't be too surprised. So she just silently cast her eyes on a very reliable guy beside her. But the poet seemed to have expected Bai Lin to look at her. Her eyes through the mask were cast on Bai Lin's body with a more oppressive and slightly warning look, as if saying,

Chapter 742: Ghost Mountain Holy Witch

"You have to take the call here."

Well, it seems I still need to get used to the feeling of being remotely controlled. Bai Lin thought so, turned his face back helplessly, looked at the spider girl standing on the steps, and asked,

"Yes, I am the Holy Son you mentioned. So, what do you want me to do for you?"

The spider girl immediately cast her gaze on Bai Lin. Although she seemed to respect the two of them, she had no intention of stepping down from the stairs. She just kept looking down at them. This slightly cold contrast actually outlined her inherent strange temperament. She slowly replied,

"Our Everdark was built around our faith, the great Spider Goddess Morgrasse. She left us a valuable object, one we both yearn for and of great help in our lives. It's the very core of our being."

"Recently, this item, the mirror, has developed a problem we can't understand, causing most of our people to suffer certain degrees of harm. Upon discovering the situation, we immediately banned the mirror's use. And our more powerful clergy also immediately joined in investigating the situation, but... the results were less than ideal, and even the clergy were harmed."

Her tone sounded slightly angry and helpless, as if she was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that she was powerless and could only seek help from outsiders. After all, it was difficult to calm down when the things left by her gods had to be dealt with by pagans.

Bai Lin, listening to her words, was also thinking very simply. Isn't this just looking for thugs? Although the situation may be more complicated, it should be a problem of combat effectiveness that led to the trauma.

"Then please describe in detail what we know so far. Tell me as clearly as possible about the enemy's strength, and the extent of our own strongest combat power."

Having made her judgment, she was about to report the information. It would be a good idea to use the lessons learned from the past. However, the girl shook her head slightly and replied,

"There's no such useful information. Within the Mirror, no matter how powerful one is, they're completely useless. And we don't know what those people experienced, because after they left the Mirror, it was as if a part of them was missing. Not only can they no longer describe what happened inside, but their personalities have also changed somewhat."

"What's worse, I can't even remember my own name clearly. The only information I can provide you is information about the mirror itself. And - my guess as to who is behind all this, Wanren."

"Perfect man?"

Bai Lin was no stranger to these words. She had always thought of Araniah as a G8, but she had to admit that the little lunatic had left a deep impression on her. He was a complete psychopath, using the firepower of a nation to attack a single person.

As far as she knew, Araniah had mentioned "we're perfect" more than once, and she seemed quite powerful, able to mobilize so many resources to attack her. How could this tribe be so powerful, even allowing such a jerk to become an official? To put it bluntly, Bai Lin's entire race was a collection of black-hearted, wealthy individuals. Miyu's affairs were ultimately a means of paying tribute to them. It seemed that Yuling had also been kidnapped by these same people back then.

Bai Lin couldn't understand why this perfect guy was always acting like a villain, bullying everyone. It couldn't be that these idiots were responsible for the world unrest An Shiren was talking about. Was there something wrong with their brains? But if that was the case, it would be fine. After finding a way to deal with them, it would seem like half of his goal would be accomplished. Pretty convenient.

Bai Lin's thoughts were so rapid that her brain almost flew out of the Milky Way. After frowning for a while, she came to her senses and continued to ask the girl,

"I have no idea about that... My understanding of the Perfect People is just that they have ample frontal firepower and a wide range of methods. However, I have a general understanding of the situation. Take me to the scene now, and explain the so-called mirror's message in detail."

Seeing Bai Lin agreed, the other party seemed to be a little happier. Spider Girl nodded, then turned sideways, led a hand towards the second floor, and replied,

"Then please come this way."

Huh? Should we go upstairs? The battlefield could still be inside. But I don't see anything disturbing outside, so maybe it's another portal or something.

With this thought in mind, Bai Lin followed the other person's footsteps. The poet followed suit, explaining slowly as he walked.

"A mirror is actually a special space. It reflects people's mental images, automatically forming a space. In most cases, it creates a space that makes the user feel or have regrets about their past memories. The user becomes the person in the mirror, remedying their regrets within the space, and incidentally experiencing some hardships, thus perfecting their spirit and reaching a higher state of perfection."

"Yes, our clan has always followed the teachings left by the Lady. We have become people in the mirror, using our bodies and hearts as mirrors, and constantly improving ourselves. Furthermore, we will periodically leave this peaceful space that belongs to us to provide some assistance to the surrounding residents."

The spider girl continued to speak. When the poet heard this, she also had some rare emotions. She smiled and said,

"In the outside world, they are known as the Ghost Mountain Holy Witches. Although it sounds a bit scary, it is a title born out of pure love."

"This is what we should do. Helping others is also a form of spiritual practice." The girl replied very humbly.

Now Bai Lin understood why the perfect people had attacked them. Since you help others every day, you should also teach them something. Then the people around you will be centered around you. Naturally, the perfect people, as the landowners, will be ignored. Maybe they won't even get much from the people. If they don't suppress you, who else can they suppress?

Now I understand it perfectly.

Chapter 743 Lida Mia

"Hmm...before this happened to you, did the Perfects take any action?"

If the standpoint makes sense, it means we understand the cause. Then the next question is naturally the specific method. Bai Lin asked this while thinking. And the spider girl also replied,