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Text Chapter Nine: Dreaming of Life and Waving Hands

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    On the tree outside the house.

    "Drink uh~"

    The original bird stretched out its red head and tried its best to spread its wings. It yelled fiercely, but its body was retreating, as if saying that you should not come over.

    Recently, it seems to be very dissatisfied with Helfas, because the quill made by Helfas came from it.

    How should I put it, it's very easy to use.

    And the ink is made by Helfas by mixing the blood of dragon beasts with the special oil secreted by the biphasic insect tree form. It seems to have a special bonus effect on the ritual array, which is also considered to be his result for extraordinary power.  Some experiences and gains.

    Helfas walked out the door and squatted on the ground carefully inspecting his bamboo basket, still worried, so he unfolded the cloth scroll that recorded the weird detailed information and read it several times, and even took out the pottery scroll  Unplugged the ink bottle to add a few strokes.

    In addition, there was also the wooden board of the sealing ritual array that he made in the basket. Finally, he put away his things and touched the metal mask on his face to confirm that everything was ready.

    We are about to leave next.

    The farmer on the side also prepared his bags, and Helfas asked him, "Are you really going there too?"

    The farmer lowered his head, but his voice was serious: "Yes."

    Helfas said: "It will be dangerous. I don't recommend or want you to go there."

    Farmer: "Don't worry, I will follow your arrangement throughout the whole process without doing anything superfluous, and maybe I can help you a little along the way."

    Helfas said: "But say it in advance, if something goes wrong, I won't risk it to save you."

    The farmer said: "Of course, dealing with weirdness is the most important thing. I also hope that you will not be distracted by me."

    The two set off again.

    They set out at dawn, and it became hotter and hotter as they walked. The humid heat from the jungle surged up, making people feel sticky all over their bodies.

    Suddenly the farmer asked Helfas a very strange sentence: "You said that people were eaten by the monster, so are they still in the monster's body?"

    Today the farmer seems to talk more, and Helfas can faintly know what the farmer is thinking. He wonders if the tribesmen may still exist in the strange body that has not been completely dead and wants to be reborn.

    This time Helfas did not comfort the farmer, but said.

    "So what?"

    "That's not whole anymore either. At least they're not who they used to be."

    "The words you said make sense from the perspective of the world, because everything is circulating inside the world, just changing from one form to another."

    "But from our human point of view, when a person dies, he dies. The person in our eyes is the person who has a common emotional experience and a common memory, a living person."

    "Instead of a mass of flesh, a mass of ever-changing matter."

    The farmer said: "Yes, the world is so big, but we are so small."

    Helfas: "So this time we are going to solve that weirdness, even if those people are still alive in its body, we will completely release those people who were eaten by it from its body, so that they can live safely  die."

    The farmer nodded.

    Afterwards, both of them became silent. Helfas was completely immersed in thinking about how to deal with that weirdness, and the farmer was also lost in memory.

    Before they knew it, the two came to the vast oil bread field.

    Helfas took two deep breaths. This was the first time he had dealt with a powerful monster alone. It was impossible not to be nervous.

    He stared straight ahead and said to the farmer beside him.

    "Protect my back bag. There are important things in it. I carry them with me for fear of breaking them during the battle. So if you see danger, take the back bag and run away immediately."

    "If I didn't call you, don't come close."

    Farmer: "Well~"

    Helfas put the basket outside the farmland, then stepped into the farmland, walking forward little by little.

    From a farmer's point of view.

    He saw the black-haired man wearing a mask walking through the field. He seemed to gradually exude an inhuman aura, and the oil bread trees in the field gave way one after another.

    And the human face tree at the end of the farmland also seemed to sense the danger, and it came to life a little bit.

    The weird canopy slowly unfoldsface!  "

    Not only that, but the special font that the name turned into was also imprinted in his mind.

    The biphasic worm consumed Helfas with all its madness, wanted him to go mad too, and then forgot the true name it took down.

    But Helfas knew exactly what he should do, he knew that as long as he still remembered this name firmly, this guy would never be able to escape the seal.

    Sure enough, as Helfas kept in mind the opponent's real name, his consciousness did not fall into madness due to the backlash of the biphasic insect.

    The power of the monster insect began to withdraw little by little.

    Its body began to dissolve, and the dense tentacles began to withdraw, returning to the black iron surface little by little.

    And Helfas's body fell to the ground a little bit, and opened his eyes.

    He quietly picked up his hat and walked towards the farmer.

    However, the farmer looked at the location of the disappeared human-mask tree with a lost expression on his face.

    Helfas didn't say anything, just sat on the ground with him and looked at the place where the Human Face Tree was.

    But at this time, he faintly saw something strange.

    "what is that?"

    The farmer looked at Helfas suspiciously, and Helfas' eyes extended from the ground to the heights little by little.

    He asked the farmer: "Did you see it?"

    The farmer opened his eyes wide: "What do you see?"

    Helfas said: "Balls of light emerged from the original position of the human-mask tree, and then floated towards the sky."

    Helfas stared hard, and he walked forward, only then did he see light and shadow flowing on those light spheres.

    He vaguely saw someone laughing on the colorful oily walls of the bubbles.

    I saw someone shouting, someone dancing under the bonfire, and someone basking in the sun on the roof.

    The farmer took a step forward and looked at the sky carefully. He still couldn't see anything, but as Helfas narrated, he suddenly understood something.

    The farmer shouted: "It's from the tribe."

    Helfas nodded: "I think they finally broke free."

    The farmer looked up at the sky: "Where will they go?"

    Helfas looked at the sky.

    The blue sky, pure white clouds.

    A personal life dream bubble floats to the sea of ??clouds in the sky, recording everyone's memories.

    ? Beautiful and dreamy, people are so dazzled that they want to lie on the ground and sleep.

    He said: "I must have left here to go to a beautiful place. I don't need to cycle endlessly in this world, and enjoy the peace quietly."

    After hearing what Helfas said, the farmer suddenly felt relieved.

    This is what he really wanted to come here, to see the faces on the trees truly liberated, and the two of them quietly watched the dream in the sky.

    suddenly.

    Helfas raised his hand and asked the farmer to do the same.

    The farmer said: "What is this for?"

    Helfas said, "This is farewell!"

    "When you say goodbye to someone, just wave your hand like this to know that you value the time you spent with him, and you will have no regrets."

    The farmer also imitated Helfas and took the same pose.

    Perhaps this farewell wave spread from this time, and finally it was imprinted in everyone's heart like a mark.

    But as he waved his hands, the farmer suddenly couldn't help it, and tears kept flowing from his eyes.

    Helfas: "What's wrong?"

    The farmer choked up and said, "Thank you."

    "Thank you very much, black-haired man."

    I don't know whether to thank Helfas for teaching him farewell, or thank Helfas for solving the problem of the human face tree and releasing all the dreams of life trapped in the tree.

    (End of this chapter
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