Chapter 278 - Everything is But a Dream, Why So Serious? (1/2)

Chapter 278: Everything is But a Dream, Why So Serious?

“Five, zero, three.”

Jiang Baimian had expected the Superior Heartless to give all kinds of ‘hints,’ but she never expected it to be three numbers.

What does this mean? What does this represent? A secret code used by the Clam Dragon Church? A series of questions flashed through Jiang Baimian’s mind.

At this moment, the Superior Heartless—who had said these three numbers—seemed to have finally released the heavy boulder weighing down on his heart. Clear, deep-brown colors surfaced in his turbid eyes.

The dark-brown color was instantly swallowed by the turbidness like a drowning person who had finally given up on struggling.

“Gasp…” The Superior Heartless let out a sound that resembled a beast’s threat toward humans from his throat.

This made it difficult to believe that he could speak human words a few seconds ago.

Once he was relieved of his obsession, he was no different from a normal Superior Heartless.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Baimian raised her right hand, flipped the mirror over, and aimed it at her target. She wouldn’t allow such a dangerous existence to unleash its abilities unrestrainedly.

Similarly, Abbess Zhou Yue had a similar reaction.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of them—Shang Jianyao’s tall figure.

He walked in front of the Superior Heartless and calmly looked him in the eye.

The gasping in the Superior Heartless’s throat gradually reduced, and his highly tense body relaxed a lot.

“Do you still treat yourself as a human?” Shang Jianyao asked.

His back was facing Zhou Yue, and his side was facing Jiang Baimian. The expression on his face was shrouded in the shadows brought about by the Superior Heartless. It was indistinct, but the two ladies present could tell that his voice was deep.

The Superior Heartless hunched his body slightly, and his turbid eyes were bloodshot. He didn’t respond to Shang Jianyao, nor did he leave. He stood rooted to the ground, and the illusion he had created had already vanished without a trace.

Zhou Yue’s heart palpitated. She took two steps forward and stood beside Shang Jianyao. Then, she looked at the Superior Heartless and gently asked, “Are you Protector Fan?”

The grizzled elder looked at her with a beast-like gaze. His expression didn’t change, nor did he speak.

“I’ll take it as a yes.” Zhou Yue sighed. “After you disappeared, your wife couldn’t find you. She was overly worried and fell seriously ill. She couldn’t be treated… Your child and granddaughter never gave up. They wandered the Ashlands, searching every place you might’ve gone… The Church ordered every convent to pay attention to your tracks…”

The Superior Heartless quietly listened, but it was unknown if he understood. However, the gasping in his throat had completely vanished.

After Zhou Yue finished speaking, he suddenly whimpered, turned around, and ran out of Nanke Convent like a wild ape.

Jiang Baimian didn’t stop him because of the danger he posed.

Jiang Baimian paid attention to the door and didn’t randomly move to prevent herself from being affected by the illusion. She muttered to herself, “Phew, the information he wants to transmit is actually the numbers: five, zero, and three…”

As she hesitated, she had an idea. “Is this the door number representing Jiang Xiaoyue’s mind world in the Mind Corridor?”

“Maybe.” Zhou Yue nodded slightly. “Every door in the Mind Corridor has a different number. I wonder how it came about.”

“Electronic—Identification number?” Shang Jianyao almost said ‘electronic card number,’ but he forcefully changed it to something found in the Old World.

“It’s not that long.” Zhou Yue denied this guess.

Jiang Baimian tersely acknowledged her words. “So, the Superior Heartless is reminding your Church’s other Dream Protectors to avoid Room 503 in the Mind Corridor?”

Or they could gather their manpower and conduct a thorough cleanup under the Kalendaria’s protection.

“Maybe.” Zhou Yue didn’t know much about such matters, so she could only answer ambiguously.

As they discussed the numbers ‘five,’ ‘zero,’ and ‘three,’ a beast’s roar suddenly sounded from outside Nanke Convent.

“Woo!” This voice was shrill and hoarse.