Arad's unruly savior

"Fortunately, the sun is out, which should help our situation." The villager looked up at the sun in the sky, then quickly lowered his head and frowned. Whether the tears in his eyes were due to the pain of the sun or due to emotions, only he knew.

The record book was opened, and Shu Mo stood there holding the pen for a long time before she trembled the tip of the pen and wrote "The ringing of the big bell is the sign of farewell."

Some philosophers of the Jin clan once said that the farthest distance in the world is not from the Thousand Seas to the White Sea, nor is it to the outside world or the infinite starry sky, but between life and death.

"I hope this gift of sunshine can bring a turn for the better." The villager murmured to himself, then hurried towards the beach, seemingly forgetting Ye Lin and his group.

Ye Lin nodded and said to them, "These villagers may have started to pray to something they never believed in before because they were deeply disappointed with the Eye of Mist and the God of Mist."

He discovered early on that the common "spoken language" of the people in the divine world included praying to the fog god, describing most positive events as the fog god's gifts.

But the villagers just now were seeking help from the sun instead of praying to the fog god.

"This is why good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles." Mo Mei lowered her voice slightly, and her emotions were also affected by the bell. She didn't want to speak loudly when the deceased passed away, as it would be disrespectful.

Even though she has become a god, she still maintains the heart of an "ordinary person".

The villagers were unaware of the replacement of the Protector of the Underworld, but the negative news about the Eye of the Mist and the God of Mist had apparently reached the Watcher Village. The noble trust began to break, and in endless despair they tried to seek help from something extra.

"Let's go and take a look." Ye Lin snapped his fingers, and the magic that hindered cognition enveloped them.

Because Feiyan and the others are so stunningly good-looking, gathering together would easily cause a commotion and unnecessary trouble, so they are often seen as ordinary people and strangers. No one can even see the existence of Mavis and Guyu.

At another edge of the Watcher Village, Imiwu was having a great time fighting with Yuena with a spear-sized puppet needle. The puppet needle collided with Brionak, continuously splashing out dazzling energy.

Imiwu secretly became Niwu's apprentice and learned "Niwu's tactics". Yuena also learned how to operate heavy weapons from the bishop of the Remidia Bell Tower, the female Blue Fist Saint Clother.

For a moment, they were evenly matched!

In the Watcher Village, on the coast facing Chongquan, dark waves were washing the small pier. A woman with rough hair and simple clothes was kneeling on the ground, begging the village chief standing in front of her.

"Let me go home once, just once, just for ten minutes, let me see my family and hug my children."

The woman's thin shoulders kept shaking, as if she would be blown down by the wind. Her sad and pleading voice made all the surrounding villagers look unbearable, and they looked at the village chief Bonas.

Bonas is middle-aged, with a sturdy build, holding a shark hunting gun driven by a mist machine. He said calmly, "It's not that I'm ruthless, Cindy, look at your hands."

Everyone followed the village chief's reminder and looked at Cindy's hands. Everyone knew that the hands of fishermen on the seaside would definitely not be delicate and smooth, but Cindy's fingers had extended to three times the length of ordinary fingers, with sharp nails and skin as hard as the skin of a giant lizard.

Cindy's transformation into a monster has already begun. It is irreversible and incurable.

Everyone fell silent and slowly closed their eyes.

"Village chief, her transformation into a monster is at the very beginning stage, and there is still some time before the final mutation." A determined-looking young man with shaggy hair spoke up, wanting to fight for Cindy's last chance.

The boy's name is Brimu. He is thin and wears a dark blue waterproof jacket. He has a dagger on his waist and a harpoon, a staff, a short spear and other weapons wrapped in a piece of cloth behind him.

"Blim, she has been infected by the evil spirit. How can she hug her child with these hands? What if something unexpected happens... Do you want to hear the bell of Sara Island ring one more time?"

Hearing the words of the village chief, the woman's trembling shoulders shook even more violently. She understood the interests involved and choked up, "Then I will take one last look at the child from a distance. Let me see him..."

"Stop talking, send her to Sala Island quickly." Bonas waved his hand coldly. People infected with evil spirits are destined to become ghosts. Staying for one more minute would increase the risk for everyone.

Most of the villagers couldn't bear it, but they could only sigh hard, put some food on a fairly sturdy mist boat, and then pointed the mist weapon at the woman. Come on board, we will send you to the isolated Sara Island, and then... wait for the moment when you ring the bell.

The villagers who were monitoring were so focused on Cindy that they were completely unaware that a stranger was approaching.

Shu Mo bit her lips tightly, wondering if Qingyan City would have become as cruel as it is now if she hadn't delayed time with Lady Monnie and Lady Yue Na hadn't purified the evil spirit in the end.

Lord Ye Lin ordered the Baihai rain to stop for three days. The sun broke through the clouds and shone on the earth. It was early summer and should have been quite hot, but Shu Mo now felt cold and her body was shaking.

She felt strong sympathy for the woman begging for mercy, but she also understood the cold-heartedness of the village chief Bonas. Sarah felt that every time the brass bell rang, it meant that a familiar person was about to reach the farthest distance... death.

In order to avoid any more sacrifices, indifference is necessary.

Not everyone can become a demon protector like Yaoyao, because having a strong desire to survive is not enough. One also needs sufficient strength and a little...luck.

"Village chief, let me take a look at my family from a distance. After that, I will commit suicide and will never become a ghost." The woman showed determination in her eyes and pulled out a dagger from her sleeve, which was used to cut fish and fruits of plants.

Bonas refused again coldly, "No, even if you die, your evil spirit will be hard to disappear. Let's go to Sara Island."

Then he urged: "Hurry up and get on board. We will take good care of your family for you... This is the only thing we can do."

  Dang rang~

The dagger slipped from her sleeve and fell to the ground. The woman's face was as pale as paper. She walked towards the boat step by step like a puppet with rusty joints. Before boarding the boat, she looked back at the surveillance village and in the direction of her home, her eyes revealing great reluctance and attachment.

Bonas's iron shoulders trembled for a moment, then stood firm again.

Brimu was the first to jump on the boat, and immediately two healthy villagers followed, untying the ropes that bound the boat and preparing to rush to Sala Island.

In half a day at the fastest, or three days at the slowest, the brass bell will ring again.

The villagers' faces were numb and their hearts were heavy as if a mountain was pressing down on them. Now that Cindy has left, who will be the next one?

Perhaps in another half year, everyone will be "reunited" on Sala Island.

  boom!

A dazzling streak instantly fell towards the sea surface and exploded violently near the ship. The air waves and water waves violently blew the ship and the four passengers back to the shore. When the sea water fell, it was like a heavy rain.

A pair of white angel wings appeared behind Yue Na, and they flew across the coastal port like lightning. "Are you done yet, you shorty? Why are you still chasing me? Don't hurt innocent people by mistake."

"Because I've been displeased with you since I was in Qingyan, you damn hag. You actually stole my popcorn and drank my milk tea during the concert last night." Yimi Wu was determined to compete with the hag.

I will ride on your head later, so that your nose will be closer to the ground than mine.

Yimi Wu stopped at the dock for a short while, looked at the four villagers who were soaked by the sea water, and shouted, "Crazy Bear, please deal with the evil spirit of that woman."

Crazy Bear, wearing a fitted gentleman's suit, ran quickly towards the frightened Cindy, took out a puppet and two puppet needles from his arms, and then stabbed Cindy's back of the hand directly, piercing the lizard-like skin, and the blood that flowed out was dark green.

The puppet the size of a baby's fist was slowly covered with a layer of strange evil aura, and then the Crazy Bear opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of flame that burned it to ashes.

Cindy's hands returned to their normal human appearance, with rough skin and calluses on the palms, but they were indeed a pair of human hands.

(End of this chapter)