Another world: My life is on the hook!

Sir Ewen nodded, then slowly sat down on the chair not far away, and smiled:

“That’s good, but you came to find me, shouldn’t you come specifically to congratulate me?” Say, is there anything you want to ask? I know you have a lot of questions in your head right now. Seeing

that Sir Ewen was straight to the point, Lynn’s stopped saying those useless polite words, and went straight to the topic,

“Yes, I do have a lot of questions, when I was in a coma, Senior White Night had already told me, but I still want to come and ask you for advice in person, I want to know…” Lynn’s

expression slowly became complicated, looking at Sir Ewen on the other side.

“What am I.”

After saying this, the room fell into a brief silence.

He originally had a lot of questions, but when it came to his lips, it only condensed into these four words.

Sir Ewen paused, slowly removing her glasses, still with a gentle expression on her face, clearly knowing that Lynn would definitely come and ask him about it.

He looked into Lynn’s serious eyes, smiled slightly, and said, ”

You are Lynn, a night doctor in our Dark Night City, and the hope of whether the Lord Mother and us can leave this world.”

That’s not the answer Lynn wants.

But his gaze was as harmonious as a spring breeze, as if he had not answered, but seemed to have given the answer he wanted.

The meaning of this phrase is also very simple.

No matter who you really are, you are the boy named Lynn in our eyes, a member of the night doctor, and a hope that is valued by the main mother and many of the sources of torture.

Lynn pondered, and finally took a deep breath and said, ”

Thank you.”

Sir Ewen looked at him, slowly closed her eyes, and said, “You do have some mysteries, even the one I have seen in this dark world, which I can’t see through, but this is not for you, you have your own personality and cognition, but maybe your appearance…”

Destiny.

Lynn’s expression was serious, and he said with a smile:

“Sir, the riddler and the unwilling to do it?” Can it be converted into something I can understand?

Sir Ewen was stunned, but she couldn’t help but be happy, then shook

it, and said with a smile:

“Okay, then I’ll make a more intuitive analogy, of course, these are all my unilateral guesses, and I don’t know if it’s okay.”

Saying that, he lightly snapped his fingers.

And at that moment, the scene around them immediately began to change like a distorted kaleidoscope.

When Lynn opened his eyes again, he found that he had appeared by a pond full of birds and flowers, the sky was blue, the air was fresh, and it was as if he had come to the upper world.

“This is…” Lynn looked around hesitantly.

Sir Ewen sat on the edge of her chair with a smile and did not answer him, but turned her head to look at the pond, which was as quiet as stagnant water.

“See that pond?”

Lynn glanced at him hesitantly, and then his gaze fell on the pond, and he slowly drove the wheelchair to move, leaning down and looking towards the pond.

The pond is so clear that it even reflects his appearance clearly.

Quiet and peaceful.

But I don’t know why, Lynn vaguely felt a burst of ominousness and weirdness.

Because the pond is really too quiet, quiet like a pool of stagnant water.

And the more he looked at his reflection in the pond, the more strange he felt, squinting and trying to find the source of that weirdness, which made him have to try to get up and look deeper into the pond.

And that is in the next instant.

His pupils shrank sharply.

He also finally understood the source of the ominous and strange atmosphere.

Skeleton!

At the bottom of the pond, he saw countless pale skeletons that were densely packed with countless pieces of bones bound together, and those skeletons with empty bones seemed to be all staring at him, making him feel a chill all over his body.

“Lynn.”

Sir Ewen’s slow voice in his ears instantly withdrew his gaze.

And when he turned his head to look, Sir Ewen no longer knew when she appeared beside him, with a certain vague expression on her face.

“What do you think of this pond?”

Lynn squinted and said, “It’s so quiet that it has turned into a pool of stagnant water.”

Sir Ivey stood with his hands in his hands and said slowly: “Yes, it is too quiet, and if it is quiet for too long, it will breed poison, causing the creatures inside to die piece by piece, and making those living creatures suffer and can’t.”

“So what do you think can be done to save this backwater?”

Lynn glanced at him, thought for a moment, and then said seriously: “Let it flow, revitalize it.” And

that was the moment he finished speaking.

In the stagnant pond, there was suddenly a thin ripple, and under Lynn’s astonished gaze, a rotten small fish jumped from the pond, splashed a little wave, and finally plunged back into the pond again.

And with the first fish jumping.

As Lynn watched, more and more fish jumped out of the water and struggled to jump higher.

One by one, constantly jumping, but constantly failing.

Their final outcome is the same, no matter how high they jump, they will eventually fall back into the water.

Lynn looked at the scene stunned, and for a while he didn’t know why, but he felt a little tragic.

Sir Ewen looked up and said,

“Did you see it up there?”

Lynn raised his head and looked in that direction, and above the high cliff, he seemed to vaguely see the traces washed by the waterfall, and saw the mottled marks left by the years on the cliff.

“Is that a waterfall?” Lynn asked, looking at him.

Sir Ewen raised her head and said, “Yes, this pond was not like this before, because every once in a while, that waterfall would fall into this pond with majestic water, re-energizing and living here.”

“Although the impact of the waterfall will also kill many big fish in the pond and make them hate it, for most fish, the waterfall not only brings them life, but also brings them more space and opportunities.”

Lynn listened solemnly, always feeling that Sir Ewen was metaphoring something to him.

“It used to be like this, the cycle goes on and on, and the fish in the pond don’t have much memory, because their lifespan is so short, so short that they may not even see the fall of the waterfall once in their lives, so many fish are forgotten.”