HCB Chapter 242 Wanderer
Chapter 242 Wanderer
Based on this strange feeling, Kun Ling decided to stay away from this place and see if the crow would follow her. If it continued to follow her, she would probably be able to determine that the other party might be an illusion of someone who entered the secret realm. She didn't know how her behavior exposed her and let the other party know that she was also a human transformed into a wolf.
This is a trial.
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In a dark cave in a dense forest, a goat with its body covered with weeds and only its pupils exposed stood on the stone wall. It lowered its head and chewed weeds from nowhere in its mouth, with some blood stains remaining at the corners of its mouth.
Under it lay a snake with a sharp head and a black body. From time to time, it spit out a long snake core from its mouth. The goat's body covered the traces of the poisonous snake.
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There is a large swamp in the middle of the dense woods. The swamp is full of vitality, and many kinds of fish are swimming comfortably in the swamp. From time to time, birds fall from the sky, dive into the water, and fly into the sky with a fat fish hanging on them.
At the edge of the lake, an orange and white cat walked around the lake with soft steps.
There was a wet ground next to her, and if she used a little more strength she would sink into it. Obviously, for a cat, controlling her pace is the absolute king.
She is thin and not fat, but she doesn't look weak either. The flesh on her body is evenly distributed, which makes her look slimmer.
Its brown eyes looked towards the land in the middle of the lake and the huge tree on the land that reached up to the sky.
The giant tree had no leaves, only brown branches towering high into the clouds. Her intuition told her that there must be something extraordinary there.
But the giant tree was surrounded by a vast swamp, roughly speaking, it was at least several kilometers long. If it were in the real world, a distance of several kilometers could be reached quickly, but she had now turned into an orange cat. Although her body was light, she could not use any martial arts, and she had no magic weapon to activate it.
To her, these few kilometers of vast swamp were no different from a natural barrier, something that was out of reach.
The orange cat circled the swamp for many days and finally found a relatively close place. She tried to swim across, but after swimming for half a day, she did not shorten the distance much. Instead, she was exhausted and had to climb onto a lotus leaf to rest.
After resting, she returned to the shore. Since then, she gave up the idea of swimming across. Later, she tried to make a small boat with lotus leaves or wood and row across, but collecting wood was a very serious problem for her.
She has the body of a cat, and although her coordination is good, it is still too difficult for her to be as coordinated as a human.
Even if they had formed a prototype, they would fall into the water surface not long after being paddled. It seemed that there were other living creatures in this swamp, resisting the approach of outsiders.
The orange cat was not discouraged. Instead, repeated failures made her more curious. Her intuition told her that the secret of everything lay in that towering tree.
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In the pitch-black cave, a dust-covered weasel poked its head out. The surroundings were as peaceful as usual, with only the chirping of cicadas and frogs.
She climbed out of the cave, skillfully found a hare that had fainted after hitting a tree, and had a delicious meal with it.
After the meal, she habitually looked up at the sky and at the top of the tree. The crows that used to appear there did not stay there, which made her feel a little lost. It seemed that she had long been accustomed to the crows' gaze. When they disappeared at this time, it was like she had missed seeing her friend for the last time.
Today, Baishui finally made up his mind to leave this lake. Although the scenery here is beautiful, the weather is suitable, and the food is extremely abundant, it is too lonely.
Since arriving in the secret realm, she hasn't communicated with anyone. She seems to have truly embraced her identity as a ferret. But for a lively and active ferret, the routine is uncomfortable; adventure is in its nature. (Or so, this is Baishui's own opinion.)
She gave a very human, wry smile, rubbing her cheeks with her two tender pink paw pads, and quietly encouraged herself: "I can't be lazy anymore! This is a secret realm! This is a trial! I can't get used to comfort. If I keep going like this, I'll really turn into a ferret."
"Although I now have the instincts of a weasel, I must always recognize that I am a human being in the real world. After struggling for a long time, Baishui, who was gradually assimilated, finally hardened his heart and decided to go far away to find Ji Mo and Ji Yun."
"But her ferret instincts kept preventing her from leaving. It seemed as if she could only feel comfortable here."
Baishui didn't know the meaning of this instinct. It was irresistible, but he had to resist it. Perhaps this was one of the trials.
Although she planned to travel far away to look for Ji Mo and the others, Bai Shui was almost confused about this matter. Without the guidance of a map and because of her laziness, she did not collect any information nearby. Bai Shui had no idea where she was in the secret realm at the moment, let alone where Ji Mo and the others were. She could only run around like a headless fly, trying to find them by her luck.
After realizing that he had no plan at all, Baishui came to the lake. His white fur was reflected in the water, and the ripples caused by the meeting were layered, turning the weasel's figure into a fluctuating phantom. After finally drinking a sip of the lake water, Baishui turned around and gradually moved away.
This land is indeed comfortable and makes people linger, but she is not a ferret, she is Baishui. No matter how real this secret place is, no matter how much the instincts added to her body make people empathize, it is ultimately just an illusion. Since it is a dream, it must end.
She had stayed there for too long. She turned around and looked at the land where she had stayed for many days with nostalgia, engraving their appearance in her mind. Then she walked into the grass and was never seen again.
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On a large tree with dense branches and leaves, a crow with white circles under its eyes and scarlet pupils silently lowered its head and watched the weasel leave.
Its beak opened slightly, but no sound came out. A moment later, it flapped its wings, silently left the tree, and flew into the sky without the weasel noticing.
At night, a bird with a cat-like head stood on a branch. A slight sound came from the grass. The bird's head turned 180 degrees and twisted behind it, looking at the swaying grass with its sharp eyes.
The strange shape of its body made it difficult to tell what was in front and what was behind. After confirming it was a vole, it flapped its wings and dived at an extremely fast speed. Its sharp claws locked onto the vole's body, and blood dripped from the tips of its claws.
The owl returned to the branch, standing on one leg in a somewhat comical manner. It loosened its bloody claws, and the vole fell to the ground. Its blood soaked the soil and was absorbed by the roots hidden underground.