Chapter 92

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Chapter 92: Return to the Village of Dusk (III)

The aircraft carried Qi Leren and flew towards the Village of Dusk.

After entering the Village of Dusk’s airspace, Qi Leren suddenly felt something and looked out of the window—the originally blue sky suddenly turned into a yellow sunset. Qi Leren looked at the golden sea reflecting the sunset, and a warm current surged in his heart.

In the vast heaven and earth, this pure land of human beings was gently guarded by one person, who was still sleeping in the ice and snow beneath the Courthouse.

“Do you feel the Village of Dusk’s power?” the Illusionist suddenly asked.

Qi Leren looked back and nodded thoughtfully: “I’ve never felt it before, but this time when returning to the Village of Dusk, there is indeed the force of time. It seems that as long as the Prophet controls his thoughts, he can freeze us here, right?”

Saying this, Qi Leren looked at Ning Zhou, who nodded to him.

“The premise is that he is awake,” the illusionist said, “and this feeling will become stronger and stronger as your strength increases. Generally speaking, the owner of one field will rarely enter other people’s fields, just like a beast will not easily enter another beast’s territory. This is an extremely dangerous signal.”

“But Su He has been to the Village of Dusk before,” Qi Leren said.

The Illusionist sneered and disdained: “He dares to let his avatar enter here covertly.”

Qi Leren recalled Ashley, the avatar of the Devil of Slaughter, and asked, “Do all people at the field level have avatars?”

“Yes. Once they reach the field level, they rarely leave their own field. Most of them walk outside as an avatar, and you can understand these as a weakened version of themselves, usually a half-field level. The Devil of Slaughter’s body is suppressed, and his avatar is not even at the half-field level, otherwise you would have died this time,” the Illusionist said.

“So I’m lucky?” Qi Leren made an optimistic joke.

The Illusionist has a face of “you’re teasing me”.

Qi Leren himself felt amused and couldn’t help laughing. Ning Zhou looked at him inexplicably. Qi Leren looked at the confusion in his serious expression, and became more and more happy. He buried his face in his neck and laughed breathlessly for half a day. Ning Zhou didn’t understand what he was laughing at, but when Qi Leren leaned over, he still held his waist and let him laugh.

The Illusionist turned his eyes and looked out at the scenery instead.

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When the aircraft landed in the square in front of the Courthouse, Qi Leren was the first to jump off. When he saw Chen Baiqi, who was holding the three-headed hellhound, he was shocked and said, “Why are you here?”

“Walking the dog, he missed you.” Chen Baiqi shook the dog’s leash in her hand and nodded to Ning Zhou.

Qi Leren looked at the three “dogs” who together had their tongues lolling out dripping drool. Feeling his chrysanthemum tighten, he couldn’t help but want to hide behind Ning Zhou.

It’s a psychological shadow like a conditioned reflex.

“Walking the dog to the Courthouse, you are really good.” The Illusionist tugged at his skirt, came down from the airship, put on a women’s hat, and joked, “A fine of 300 days.”

Chen Baiqi ignored him and turned to look at Qi Leren: “Going out for a trip has improved you a lot.”

Qi Leren apologized: “A little progress is not worthy of praise from the teacher.”

“Okay, go back to my place and make up for the lessons you missed. I’ve prepared a training regimine, but don’t want to skip classes this time,” Chen Baiqi said with a laugh.

Qi Leren recalled how many mornings he hadn’t been able to attend lessons, or to rush to buy breakfast for Chen Baiqi and Sissi in the sunset, and suddenly his face was white and bloodless.

Chen Baiqi smiled lightly and looked at Ning Zhou with a slightly dignified colour: “Can you still hold up?”

Ning Zhou nodded.

“Go in, the Prophet has been waiting for you for a long time. I’ll see you later.” Chen Baiqi nodded to the group of people, and walked home with her dog at a slow pace, as if she really had come to walk the dog.

“What the hell was she doing here?” Seeing that Chen Baiqi had walked away, Qi Leren whispered to Ning Zhou.

“Seeing us,” Ning Zhou said.

“She cares about you very much,” said the Illusionist, pouting.

Qi Leren looked at Chen Baiqi’s back and couldn’t help smiling.

In fact, Chen Baiqi was really concerned about and loyal to her friends. However, all this was hidden under the mask of uncaring sophistication, and few people could read her real thoughts from her sarcastic smile.

But Qi Leren knew. Therefore, he was extremely grateful to Chen Baiqi. She was willing to teach him who was such a rookie and force him to grow up. If it weren’t for Chen Baiqi’s hellish training, he would have died in the laser corridor when he was in the Star Death Reality Show task.

This kindness makes him grateful, and he would remember it forever

This time, when he walked into the Courthouse, Qi Leren didn’t feel nervous and cramped like in the past, but quietly looked in all directions. The Illusionist walked at the forefront, first taking them to see Si Ling, the acting chief executive of the Court.

Si Ling was still the same, expressing his thanks that they had all returned—although because of his cold expression, this gratitude was like a courtesy.

“Can’t you give me a warm hug?” the Illusionist said with poor spirits.

“If you take over the disciplinary branch as soon as possible, I’ll give you a hug,” Si Ling said, and his reptile-like slitted pupils showed a hint of distaste.

“No, let me continue to do errands, don’t give me a promotion.” The Illusionist didn’t think it was shameful that his brother* who had entered the Courthouse at the same time as him had become the boss, while he was still an errand boy. If he cared about other people’s views, he wouldn’t parade around in women’s clothes all day.

Si Ling gave up on the worthless younger brother*, turned to align with Qi Leren and Ning Zhou and said, “Are things going well?”

*{E/N: shixiong and shidi, ie. brothers in the sense that they studied together, no family relations}

“Mn.” Ning Zhou dismissed him in one word.

Qi Leren glanced at Ning Zhou, and after making sure that he had no supplementary meaning, he had to open his mouth and briefly describe the incident: “…In a word, the Devil of Slaughter’s avatar who was sent to do his bidding has been brought back by us. The new Dragon Ant Queen has ascended the throne and is rectifying the public security situation in the Underground Ant City. She is very friendly to the Court and will continue to cooperate in the future. What is more troublesome is Utopia. During this time in the Underground Ant City, we cracked an incident where worshippers of Utopia were committing a sacrifice. In the selection ceremony for the Dragon Ant Queen, there were also sacred priestesses who betrayed their duties and were trying to summon the Utopia.”

“The Devil of Power is just like her little pet, with arms everywhere, I can’t remember how many believers have been cleaned up,” the Illusionist sighed impatiently.

“We’ve brought the Devil of Slaughter’s avatar, and we’ll hand him over to you in due course,” Qi Leren said. Ashley was now locked up in Ning Zhou’s half-field, and his further handling should be handed over to the Court.

“I see. Let’s take you to the Prophet first. He’s been in a good condition recently. He’s awake right now. Come with me,” Si Ling said.

Under Si Ling’s leadership, Qi Leren once again came to the world beneath the Courthouse.

After forming a half-field, Qi Leren “didn’t know the cold and heat” better than before. When he and Ning Zhou walked hand in hand in the magnificent underground ice palace, he whispered to Ning Zhou: “Have you been here before?”

“Mn, I’ve been here,” Ning Zhou said.

“What was your impression of him at that time?” Qi Leren asked curiously.

“…A strange brother, but I have to call him uncle.” Ning Zhou’s expression is very serious, but Qi Leren could see that he was depressed inside.

“Pft,” the Illusionist laughed. “Go on, I’m not eavesdropping.”

Qi Leren and Ning Zhou glared at him together, and the Illusionist had to go to Si Ling, but Si Ling also took a step to show that he didn’t want to go near him: “The perfume on your body is too heavy.”

The Illusionist snorted and strode to the front.

The four people came to the huge cathedral of ice and snow, and the ice sculpture puppets opened the doors to the inside of the cathedral for them. The Illusionist led the three people through rows of ice and snow pews, and in front of them was the ice lake where the Prophet was sleeping. However, this time the Illusionist did not stop, but walked towards the corridor on the right side. There he knocked on the door twice and pushed it open carelessly.

Inside the door was a very fresh and girly room, and the Prophet dressed like a young girl in lolita style clothing was pulling on his eyelids and carefully tracing his inner eyeliner.

Illusionist: …

Prophet: …

Si Ling: …

Ning Zhou: …

Qi Leren: This picture seems to be familiar. When did it happen…

This must not be a pleasant memory. I suddenly don’t want to recall it very much.

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