novelhk Chapter 137 The Assassin of Aura
Chapter 137 The Assassin of Aura
Although wishes come true in dreams, unfortunately, Satan cannot have much impact on this alley and the tomb.
For example, it cannot manipulate any of the stone bricks in the tomb chamber; it cannot turn things upside down as it could in the church, and it cannot even keep them still.
For example, he could fly, but he couldn't fly out of the tomb from the entrance.
It believed that all it could do at the moment was destroy the thin lines above its head one by one, and it chose to begin its exploration from the endless darkness above.
It also knew that if they went any further back to the cave entrance, they would be trapped in an endless vortex again.
So, they need to find something in their adventure.
The process may be repeated several times and will take some time, but they have to do it.
"Cutting these fine threads seems somewhat difficult, but with the sharpness of these wooden shovels, it's possible to grind them down over time... It's just that we can't determine the specific capabilities of these threads."
Satan, with three heads and six arms, was about to fly up into the darkness above the alley with Jestan in tow. However, because Satan's body was quite large, he needed to untangle the thin threads in front of him in order to continue flying upwards.
"Uh...can't we teleport? Can't we just ignore the thin lines?"
"Master... I can't do it. The darkness above has a stronger law than Satan in the dream world. The law restricts spatial movement... so this is the only way."
"Why not just get back into my body and carry me away?"
"...That won't work either. Ever since the time before last... uh, never mind, Master. Anyway, I want to fly with six wings spread wide. Let's not talk about that for now... Anyway, we still have time, and we won't get tired. Let's do it this way."
"Okay, okay..."
The fine thread is very sharp, but strangely enough, aside from being less sharp and harder than a sword, it's otherwise almost indistinguishable from ordinary silk thread. At least it won't come into contact with a shovel and be instantly killed...
However, the hardness of that thin thread seemed to be like that of a century-old pine tree. It was as if a shovel made into a sharp sword had to be used to smash it piece by piece before it could affect the thin thread.
Therefore, the clash between the two is like the clash of legendary swords; it's simply a matter of who can withstand the blows and who is sharper.
This will take a lot of time; it takes about three minutes to cut one thread, and given its size, it will need to cut at least five threads. Squatting in the alley and wielding the sword will be quite troublesome for it.
"Ugh! This is so annoying!"
Satan was the one cutting the line, and Jedan, walking in the darkness of the alley, was frustrated because he felt it was a huge waste of time and he was about to explode with annoyance.
Even with his six wings folded, Satan could only listen to his master's complaints. He wielded his wooden sword like a hoe, like a laborer, except that it was somewhat illogical that no sweat dripped from his forehead.
Finally, after exactly fifteen minutes, the obstruction above his head was cleared, and Satan's six wings were able to pass through. In the process, Satan broke three shovels and swords.
"Finally, I can get up there. I must find a way out and the treasure..."
Yedan clenched his fists, his eyes resolute.
He then commanded Satan to quickly spread his six wings and take him flying, his excitement palpable.
Then, then he died.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"
Yedan opened his eyes and returned to the tomb. This time, just like before, he lined up in the same positions as before.
Right now, Yedan's face was covered in cold sweat, and he was so terrified that he couldn't open his eyes.
"I...I'm dead!"
He had indeed died once; they were cut to death by the air, from head to toe, Yedan was sliced into pieces of flesh, and then he came back.
Perhaps because they were moving too fast, they didn't even have time to react or feel pain before they died and were transported back to the tomb.
"Actually, we're quite lucky... aren't we? Master, we were very fast, so the pain before death..."
"No... I won't go! Even if I can be resurrected... even if there's no pain! I won't go! I don't want to die!"
Yedan was truly going insane this time, after all, this was his first experience with death, which had instilled the deepest and most profound fear in his demonic but young soul.
What followed was a period of crying, roaring, and silence, until half an hour later when Yedan finally came to his senses and collapsed to the ground.
During this time, his alter ego, Satan, pondered many things. Then, noticing that its host had recovered somewhat, it tentatively said,
"Master...actually, I've had some thoughts. Those threads are actually a kind of boundary..."
Satan kept silent for a while, observed the host's condition again, and found that the other party seemed to have lost all will to live, so he decided to wait a little longer.
"Go ahead and say it..."
Yedan did not stand up, and still spoke weakly, but his voice was no longer trembling, so he must have recovered and was able to think normally again.
"Well... cough cough, the thread is a boundary. A few millimeters above the thread, there might be an invisible tangent that's hard to cross... but certain conditions need to be met. Like when I cut the thread with my sword, I didn't trigger these conditions, and the sword remained unharmed..."
"So, you mean the human body might be the triggering condition..."
"No, not necessarily... Actually, it's probably true, but I remember that before I died, a pair of wings had already crossed the thin line, but were unharmed... Shall we take another look at the driver in the alley?"
Yedan shakily sat up and looked toward the cave entrance as suggested.
"Let's go in...we'll be alright, we can't possibly die again."
"...Um."
So he stumbled and jumped into the hole again, and unnecessarily crouched down to find the driver's body, then examined it carefully.
He discovered that the other person's head had been cut off right at the philtrum, that is, the half of the head above the mouth had been severed.
He initially thought it was due to the driver's height, which led to the fatal cut, but now he realizes there was another reason.
"What...could it be?"
"It's breath, respiration... I remember the puppet that died after the second death was also cut off below the nose... Should we try again?"
Yedan nodded and began to order the idle puppets to get to work.
"Before that, let me test it out with a shovel."
They returned to the dream world, accompanied by two puppets.
Then, with three heads and six arms, he forcefully threw the shovel into the darkness above his head. A few seconds later, the shovel crossed the thin line and landed safely on the ground.
Satan then commanded two puppets to stand on top of each other like Arhats. Satan noticed that the puppet with the high forehead was not cut when it crossed the silk thread, but when it reached below the nose, the puppet was instantly killed by an invisible trap.
"The nose points downwards, so you can only exhale from a point slightly lower than the nose... Our conclusion is correct."