Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 91: 69. Black curved hook

Translator: 549690339

In this Twilight Dream, Noland Lee doesn’t need to catch his breath, nor does he consume physical strength. Even after running for a long time, he doesn’t feel tired.

20 hours pass and he finally arrives at the mountain range beneath the mysterious figure. This journey has far exceeded his expectations. Along the way, he comes across three strange incidents.

First:

The slender object suspending the mysterious figure in the air is not the “rope” he had imagined.

To be precise, it is not wrapped around the mysterious figure’s neck. Instead, it is a pure black hook.

Noland Lee cannot determine its material, but he is certain that the black crescent-shaped hook pierces the figure’s chin, coming out from the top of the skull. The hook has penetrated the mysterious figure’s skull from bottom to top.

All of the figure’s weight is placed on the curved hook, and there is no other place for support.

If the mysterious figure is still alive, they must be suffering immense pain.

And this leads to the second strange incident Noland Lee discovered!

The mysterious figure has no clothing on their body. their muscles are withered, skin dull – the dried, darkening dirty blood spreads like a dark red river across the body from their skull.

The pierced, lower jaw is torn apart, the wound curled back, revealing dark red rotten flesh and clots.

The figure’s face is twisted in pain, with their eyes pale and lifeless, like those of a dead fish.

Despite all this, the mysterious figure is still not dead.

hour, their head would twitch as if trying to break free from

the hook

in the sky is the result of their

of

figure, each cry he

cry he heard was 50 minutes ago, and

this moment, Noland Lee doesn’t hurry on his

a rock, his golden figure secured in

in response to

out, a

the dreamscape, Noland Lee’s body is a golden

feel sunlight and wind passing through his body, and feels a weak sense of touch when in contact with flowers,

peculiar light ball

gusts created by the mysterious figure’s cries are powerful enough to lift him up and throw him

the wind before the mysterious figure’s

experience Noland Lee has

this time the cries

mysterious figure is

rock crevice, Noland Lee looks up at the figure, using the countdown on his Personal Panel to silently calculate the timing of the

counting down 30 seconds, the figure cries

ground, as if noticing the golden light

the mysterious figure’s gaze—numb with a trace of hope, as if pleading

slightly,

blows from high above, and the surrounding trees sway with a rustling sound,

huddles further into the rock crevice, preparing to take off vertically after the cries

howling winds,

“Plop! ”