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

But it’s really hard not to think about it.

Beside the poet, Bai Lin slowly closed her eyes. No matter what the poet said, every time Bai Lin saw someone close to her injured, she couldn't suppress her emotions. With the prophecy, any thought was fine, right? But she couldn't help but worry, get angry, and let the inappropriate emotions and negative memories come to her mind.

Sometimes, she would even completely hate herself for walking with the poet, and have some inexplicable thoughts. However, those thoughts would be fleeting, until she saw these scenes, and she would feel a little restless again.

"Hehehe, humans, facing your own weaknesses is also a form of courage. Being a hero is not an easy task. If you were a villain, it would be much easier."

Kronos's voice sounded at an inopportune time. Bai Lin frowned and thought to himself,

"Stop talking bullshit and tell me what you think, or shut up."

"Since you're so fragile that you're worried about them getting hurt, why not just keep them captive? It's simple, right? They'll live forever in your protective greenhouse, and then everything will be fine, right?"

“…What the hell.”

It turned out to be bullshit. Bai Lin had already expected it when she heard Kronos speak. She felt ashamed of the trust she had in her mind that what the other party said was 1% feasible just a few seconds ago.

Sister, don’t listen to what this guy says. Take a good rest first and follow your heart.

"That's quite constructive."

Bai Lin thought so and replied, then she leaned directly on the shoulder of the poet next to her. She clearly felt the poet's body shrink a little, but in the end, he did not resist at all.

"Rest assured, I'll be on guard around here."

This time, it was the poet who said it.

-

Heavy, incredibly heavy. It was like falling into a bottomless abyss in the depths of the ocean. It felt as if countless weights enveloped my entire body in the abyss. Emotions, thoughts, everything was erased. Light and sight were completely taken away. I couldn't even tell if I was actually opening my eyes.

"Feeling better?"

A quiet voice reached her ears. It was from this moment that Ling Qing finally seemed to confirm that she had woken up. Her gaze froze slightly, a suppressed tide flowing through her pupils, as if countless pains had numbed her. She felt herself still falling, unable to think straight. After a long moment, she slowly responded instinctively.

"……Maybe."

This person's voice sounded familiar, but it wasn't strong enough, and it didn't sound like someone she knew well, Ling Qing simply judged.

"That's good. If the Holy Son is by your side, it will have a certain effect on suppressing your erosion. Now, you should be able to move freely. Do you want to try to sit up?"

The voice was sweet and elegant, evoking a sense of kindness. The words emanating from it seemed even more positive, like a sudden ray of light illuminating the abyss.

Following the other party's instructions, Ling Qing moved her fingers slightly, then sat up. At the same time, she felt her world become brighter and wider. She could clearly distinguish two figures in front of her, but she couldn't tell whether they were real or fake...

"Great, my ability is indeed very useful. Lingqing, from now on, we will continue to act together. You have to hold on."

Passionate words followed, and a figure suddenly grabbed her hands, bursting into Lingqing's vision. The real touch instantly brought her back to reality. A figure, familiar yet slightly unfamiliar, smiled warmly at her. A beautiful woman with a slightly exaggerated expression, our Holy Son, pulled Lingqing away from the endless depths of the sea.

However, at this moment, the poet on the other side shook his head at Bai Lin, as if to indicate that she had gone a little too far. Bai Lin, receiving this expression, smiled and continued to comfort Ling Qing,

"That's good. Just hold on a little longer, we'll be done with this soon. Your companions are still waiting for you on the shore. I can definitely handle everything with you."

As she spoke, she released his hand, her smile undiminished, and even sat a little closer. Lingqing, on the other hand, felt a sharp pain in her head, perhaps more like the intuitive discomfort that came with the sudden exposure to light. In an instant, she seemed to recall everything.

Yeah, I think I was knocked unconscious. When I was acting alone...

"But don't force yourself. There's nothing wrong with standing directly behind the Holy Child. She's very powerful, so you don't need to worry. Your injuries would be more worrying than hers. She won't always be able to provide you with timely support, so you should also take the initiative to recruit reinforcements."

"After all, we are working together."

The other voice was also clearer, and Ling Qing also remembered that it was the poet. More than that, she recalled the scene of Bai Lin saving her.

Yes, she is so powerful, and it would be troublesome if she acted too recklessly.

"It's a great courage to be able to come here, which is commendable. You've done a good job. It's okay if you don't work so hard. Leave it to me."

At the right moment, Bai Lin once again encouraged Ling Qing, and this time, she finally dispelled all her confusion and doubts, but she didn't respond immediately. She stumbled and tried to get up, and Bai Lin quickly supported her twice until she stood firmly.

Ling Qing immediately took a quick look at her physical condition. The wounds and dirt on her hands were clearly visible to the naked eye, but despite her groggy mind, she was somehow able to discern everything clearly. Both her mind and body were in working order.

Although I was injured, it was not a big deal.

Chapter 970 White-haired Orangutan

In her opinion, the sea nightmare caused by erosion has obviously entered the late stage, but she is still so healthy. It can only be said that the "ability" of the Son of God is indeed very powerful.

"Thank you very much, both of you. I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm almost well now. Where are we going next?"

Ling Qing asked, now feeling quite well. She breathed in the slightly damp air of the dim room, a scent remarkably similar to a sea breeze, which reassured her. Seeing this, the other two, in unison, got straight to the point. The three of them, working in unison, walked out.

On the way, the three of them exchanged experiences and shared information. The only thing they didn't discuss was Xiao Nuo, and Ling Qing seemed oblivious to this, perhaps forgetting that this person even existed. However, she remained comfortable in the rest of the conversation. Though her demeanor wasn't entirely healthy, she spoke freely and honestly.

Soon, they walked out of the long and narrow cave and into a white halo. After passing through, they arrived at a new world:

This was an old palace, beautifully decorated. Even though it had clearly not been maintained for years and bore many signs of damage, traces of its former splendor could still be seen in every corner. If it were compared to a beautiful woman, it would still retain its charm.

The palace was huge and seemed to be connected to many places. It looked like it had some royal atmosphere. Seeing this scene, Ling Qing suddenly cried out subconsciously.

"What's wrong? Do you know this place?"

Bai Lin asked this question in a very normal way. Ling Qing looked embarrassed and shook her head.

"I don't know, I can't remember anything...but I feel like I've seen it before."

Bai Lin and the poet exchanged bewilderment. With such a vague statement, neither could make any further judgment. However, it seemed this place wasn't entirely peaceful. Before the three could ponder further, Bai Lin sensed something unusual. Her figure instantly vanished from their viewpoint, followed by a series of terrifying screams.

Ling Qing was startled by the sound and glanced over her shoulder. She saw a large amount of blood and filth falling from the beams. Then, a figure, hanging upside down, appeared above her head. Ling Qing trembled with fear at first, almost conjuring a magic circle to attack, but was held back by the poet.

When I looked closely, I found that it was Bai Lin who popped up.

"There was a disgusting thing hanging upside down here, trying to attack us, so I felt it. But it's okay now, I tore it off."

At this moment, Ling Qing felt firsthand how powerful Bai Lin was. This really gave her a lot of security... based on Bai Lin's terrifying mobility.

It's great to have such people as allies.

"Look at the beams. Don't underestimate the enemy."

At this moment, the poet warned Bai Lin, and he looked to the side and found that the beam he was holding was deforming. It was like a meat grinder, and a large number of hot, bloody red saw blades were growing on it. They hummed and rolled towards Bai Lin. This scared Bai Lin, but -

At this level, what's the difference between him and a small fry? Bai Lin casually tore through the beams and jumped down. The silence in the building seemed to be mixed with a few wails.

"Hehe, I'm awesome, right? So don't worry too much, I'll take care of it."

Bai Lin clapped his hands and said this to Ling Qing. Ling Qing was obviously in a much better mental state than before. Her eyes were slightly clearer. Looking at Bai Lin's confident smile, she nodded and said with a smile,

"Well, it's just like a white ape!"

"Hey, what is that?"

This kind of dependent praise did not make Bai Lin feel dissatisfied. She was just a little confused by the words in the other party's mouth. The poet explained at the right time,

"Literally, the Son of God is the ape you understand. It can also be directly translated as a white-haired gorilla. It is one of the creatures living in the fenced forest outside. The wise residents of that place seem to regard it as their leader and regard it as a god with power and wisdom."

After hearing the poet's explanation, Bai Lin also understood a little. She immediately put on a speechless expression and responded to everyone,

"Uh... a gorilla? Sure, it does look a bit like one, hanging from the rafters, but I'm not that ugly."

"Hmm? The white ape is cute and handsome too. He doesn't give the impression of being ugly, does he?"

Ling Qing seemed a bit rough at this moment, and didn't realize what Bai Lin was struggling with. The poet was also a rare black-bellied person, patting Bai Lin's shoulder and saying,

"That's right, they're praising you, Son of the Orangutan."

"Stop arguing, stop arguing. A gorilla is a gorilla. There are people up there waiting for us to resolve this matter quickly. Stop talking nonsense and let's go."

With that, Bai Lin took two hurried steps forward, grasped the body of a monster from mid-air, and with another giant step, smashed it to pieces on the ground before kicking it away. Afterward, Bai Lin's figure busily appeared in various places along the path the two men were on. He truly looked like a spirit ape guiding the way.

So, everyone moved forward in this atmosphere.

After passing through the lobby, Bai Lin blew up a long corridor that was full of ghosts and arrived at a detached hall. Compared to the splendor of the palace, this place seemed much quieter. Bai Lin lit a random oil lamp and shone it in all directions. Soon, he found that this was a library.

"Wow, so many books. It's even connected to the main hall. It looks very important. Which royal palace loves reading so much?"

Bai Lin couldn't help but sigh like this, and the poet picked up a few of them, flipped through them for a few seconds, and then said,

"They're mostly written in otherworldly languages, and they're not simple. There's a lot I can't even fully understand, I can just read it, but it should be some kind of magic. Most of the books seem to have the same effect. You could say this place is like an arsenal of magical weapons from another world."

After hearing this, Bai Lin asked Ling Qing,

"Does this impress you, Lingqing?"

Ling Qing shook her head and replied,

"It's not unfamiliar, but I can't understand a single word of these books. The magic level of us Qingtan people is not high, and it has been like this since ancient times. So I have no idea where this place is."

Chapter 971 You only know these three things, right?

"Goose, but it seems we haven't suffered any magical attacks, which is quite strange. Since it's not a place related to the three of us, does that mean it actually exists, but is controlled by someone else? Could it be that the person controlling this place doesn't belong here?"

Bai Lin was making this deduction when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her fingertips. She saw the blood-red lamp oil, like an insect core, burrowing into her hand. Without a second thought, she immediately crushed the lamp, as she suddenly felt a strong desire to attack.

The light quickly extinguished. A loud, clamoring noise suddenly erupted from the dimly lit room. The bookshelves began to spin, transforming into a massive barrier, enclosing the area where everyone could move. From the gaps behind the shelves, countless black hands swarmed. One of them scratched away a silver tome. The three of them were instantly scattered throughout the library.

"I'm going, what's going on?"

When he came to his senses, Bai Lin was falling towards the ground at an extremely fast speed from about 80 meters above the ground. It seemed that if that hand didn't catch him, this action would also kill him.

She quickly confirmed the location of the remaining two people, then glanced at the densely packed, malicious ghost hands surging out from the side. They seemed to be dragging her down to hell, growing wildly.

Hmm, that looks really scary. Luckily, I was the one thrown to the highest point.

Bai Lin instinctively felt that even she wouldn't feel well if she was touched by those things, so she crossed her hands and instantly handed over the double blades.

He uttered a deep voice, gathering his strength, and quickly threw out his short blade, charging straight into the ocean formed by the ghost hand. It instantly entered the sea of ​​hands like harvesting weeds, but it was alone and was soon submerged, disappearing without a trace.

Bai Lin, of course, didn't throw his weapon away just to get rid of it. He saw that the long blade in his hand had acquired the same properties as the ghost hand.

"Hmm... looks pretty elastic."

Bai Lin swung his sword fiercely, and the long blade instantly transformed into a hand, accurately grabbing the poet in the corner. Then, the two figures gradually shrank closer, and soon Bai Lin was able to touch the poet's body.

"Are you okay?"

The poet shook his head and extended his hand, pointing directly at Lingqing, who had been at her lowest point from the start. She was now surrounded by ghostly hands, and the poet's meaning was probably: her situation was more worrying.

Bai Lin understood, activated the recycling station, retrieved his short knife, and then slashed it towards his palm. The blade flowed like fire, and the endless flames ignited through Bai Lin's blood. However, the poet pressed down Bai Lin's hand.

"Do you want to destroy these books? They are valuable. Don't save the props."

The poet's phrase "don't omit props" naturally refers to the disposable magic props Bai Lin had previously obtained from various places, such as Angelina's. Because of their limited quantity and wide variety, Bai Lin was always very frugal when using them, unlike the throwing knives and smoke bombs where he could just throw them out in large quantities.

Even though her current financial situation might not be so tight, Bai Lin's most sensitive part was still her wallet. Accustomed to living in poverty, she naturally accustomed herself to saving whenever possible.

But if you don’t use it when you need it, it will be worthless.

Bai Lin rummaged around for a moment, producing a silver cross. He then broke it off and attached it to his blade. A divine aura instantly dyed the flames a silvery-white hue. The flames, burning wherever they touched, instantly acquired the ability to attack certain creatures. It looked like fire, but in reality, it was merely a manifestation of the divine aura.

She spun the blade with one hand, still holding the poet with the other. Then, she flung the short blade slightly, spinning it through the air at breakneck speed, and launched it directly outward. The streamlined blade, in an absurdly angular motion, spun towards the cluster of ghost hands. The spurting flames instantly ignited most of them, with a seemingly satisfactory effect. Using the reaction force, Bai Lin leaped backward, carrying the poet with him, and landed quickly.

She landed freely on the ground, and before she could steady herself, she let go of the poet. Then, letting inertia push her upper body down smoothly, like a ferocious beast, facing forward. At the same time, she recalled the blade that was attacking the ghost hand. Then, she crossed her hands behind her back.

Moon Ladder Posture·Start·Shining Shadow

In an instant, Bai Lin's figure disappeared, leaving only two silver tracks in the air. This action instantly shattered the traces of the ghost hand and tore through the opponent's encirclement of Ling Qing. Afterwards, Bai Lin confirmed with his naked eyes that Ling Qing did not seem to have any serious problems. He immediately stopped, turned around, and turned the blade again. He took a deep breath.

Huashuiyue Body Style·Continued Sword·Hundred Flowers in Disarray

A dazzling array of blades burst forth from Bai Lin's hands almost simultaneously. Like a reaper plunging into a wheat field, it might not necessarily uproot anything, but it would certainly pulverize everything exposed. This action temporarily ensured Ling Qing's safety.

At this time, the poet also came over, and the two of them fought side by side, facing the ghost hands that came from all corners and had not yet been dealt with.

"Oh, who on earth wants to kill me so badly? I'm already so powerful, but do I have to waste my time by sending out more small fry? I'd rather think about how to redeem myself and make my death more painful."

Bai Lin couldn't help but feel helpless. What she hated most was repetitive work. Although it wasn't something she wasn't good at, it was still unavoidable that she would get bored. The poet said,

"Say less. They're both on their deathbeds, so it's normal for them to use every possible means to fight back."

Bai Lin was a little surprised that the poet could be so harsh. Although it wasn't the first time she saw the poet so majestic, she still thought he was more adorable. She chuckled twice, and with a long hook, she hooked out a row of ghost hands from the gap between the bookshelves that had just moved behind her.

"Indeed, let's make a quick decision."

Then, the familiar action sequence begins. No matter which angle Bai Lin is attacked from, she'll instantly detect and react. It's like she's on fire, completely uninteresting. Her reflexes are far more terrifying than a monster's.

Chapter 972 Notes

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"Moving in impossible ways"—this phrase was clearly the most appropriate description of Bai Lin. Clean and swift, his movements were ghostly, even wilder and more aggressive than those ghostly hands.

Soon, Ling Qing, who had recovered somewhat, cast a spell and joined the group. Qing Za, after all, meant more strength with more people. This person was also the reason why rumors spread that the fishmen were extremely brutal because of their ghost-like appearance in the forest, scaring the hell out of the perfect people.

From this perspective, the only one who looks more human than the ghost hands is the poet.

After a long time, the ghost hands finally stopped appearing. Bai Lin brushed his hair refreshingly and then said,

"Wu, I'm so glad I didn't damage the bookshelf. Who on earth would pick a fight in a library? Such poor character. Luckily, I was more skilled and protected it—"