“How long, how long~~ How long is that~~”
Zorro started acting crazy again, his song full of country vibes.
But it still made Meilin laugh so hard she trembled:
“You are truly interesting. I wonder what kind of person your master is.”
“Oh, Miss, you have such good taste!”
Zorro immediately became serious,
“May I take a moment of your time? I’d like to tell you about my great mother and my esteemed superior!”
Meilin blinked:
“You remember your origin?”
…” Zorro froze.
Li Andy, on the other side, wanted to cover his forehead, but his hands were tied.
Zorro tilted his barrel, responding foolishly:
“Ah… I don’t remember again. I think my mom probably doesn’t want me to say.”
Meilin smiled and didn’t press further, continuing to maintain Zorro.
When you’re mentally ill, people won’t dwell on whether your words were a slip of the tongue.
“Oh~ Oh~~”
“Yes, yes, a little lower, oh~~~”
Zorro hummed comfortably, asking with a tremor in his voice,
“Then, beautiful Doctor Miss, do you have any clues about this place?
“For example, what’s at the furthest border here? Why did you come here?
“Perhaps I can help you interpret some things.”
Meilin paused, recalling:
“There is no border here.”
“When you reach the end, you’ll appear on the other side, like a sphere.”
“As for why I came here, I truly don’t remember.”
“But I have a book, which should be key to my being here.”
“Because it appeared on me from the beginning, but unfortunately, I can’t quite understand the writing on it.”
With that, she took an ancient book from a drawer and placed it on the table.
When Li Andy saw the book, he was completely stunned.
That book, that strange leather cover… it was almost identical to the one the orphanage director had!
Is this Meilin a member of the Primal Cult??
Meilin casually opened the book; its grayish-yellow pages were like an old person’s skin:
“It seems to describe some rituals, but I can’t decipher what kind of rituals they are.”
“Little Revolver, can you understand it?”
Zorro twisted his barrel and cylinder, looking dazed and foolish as if asking,
“What do you think?”
Meilin smiled, not annoyed. She closed the book and pushed it aside, then took hold of Zorro, adjusting to the feel in her hand, and made an aiming and shooting motion.
Zorro shivered and immediately perked up:
“Superior, who are we executing today!”
Meilin giggled, laughing very happily.
Then, in Zorro’s dazed gaze, she pointed the muzzle at her own temple.
“Uh, Madam, that’s not a funny joke.” Zorro tensed the trigger tightly.
Meilin slowly lowered her hand, smiling bitterly:
“Hmm, it’s indeed not funny.”
Zorro remained silent, waiting for her to continue confiding.
“I… once thought that perhaps if I died, I might be able to leave this place.”
“But… I don’t dare to do it. I’m afraid…”
Meilin’s hand holding the gun trembled slightly,
“I’m afraid of death, I’m afraid that if I die… I will truly disappear…”
The air became silent.
Zorro was quiet for a long time, then tilted his head and asked:
“So, do you want me to help you do it? Are there any requirements for the bullet size?”
Meilin’s expression was blank. A few seconds later, she pouted indignantly:
“I’m starting to dislike you!”
Zorro innocently spun his cylinder:
“Hmm? Didn’t you want my help?”
Meilin was speechless but was also amused by it, and the gloom dispersed.
“Alright, alright, if I need to, I’ll ask you.”
“Oh, Superior! Mission accomplished!” Zorro shook his cylinder release button, as if saluting.
Meilin smiled, put him down, and continued to maintain him.
“Oh oh~~!”
“Doctor Miss, your hands are truly nimble~~”
“Being held and played with by you, I feel extremely pleased~~”
Li Andy wordlessly withdrew his perception from Zorro and opened his eyes to the present.
At this moment, the people of the tribe were gathered around a bonfire, performing a strange dance.
A group of spears bounced and carried a tree trunk, throwing it in front of the Skull Scepter.
The Skull Scepter swayed gently, its snake-like tail tapping the stone slab, and a strange melody echoed through the forest.
The tree trunk began to tremble, wriggling like a snake shedding its skin.
Then, the bark really peeled off!
Inside were several well-prepared raw wooden sticks, which made sounds like crying babies, then were cut and carried away by various weapons.
Not long after, a batch of brand new spears, hunting bows, and arrows were born on the spot.
Huh?
There’s a “doctor” here too?
No, this isn’t called treatment, this is…Birth ?