Chapter 79 Flickering Light

Deep within a vulgar old alley far from the abandoned factory, an inconspicuous rundown house suddenly lit up after the oil lamps came to life.

Under the flickering lights, one could see the arrangement of the household: simple and old furnishings, a moldy ceiling, and faded and peeling wallpapers.

The World Creation is out, the girl named Shirley exhaled softly after checking her companions exhausted appearance. Good thing we made it back home before nightfall; otherwise, we may have to die in some smelly old gutter like a dead dog.

The skeleton hound immediately raised his head and objected: Just say it, dont bring dogs into the conversation.

Oh, you can still talk? I thought half your life went out the window when you jumped into the shadow rift. Shirley narrowed her eyes at her friend and commented sarcastically, You going to explain yet? Why did we suddenly run away and use the most dangerous shadow diving method at that! Didnt you say countless demons of the Deep Sea would love to chew you out?

No matter how many demons there are in the Deep Sea, I can still avoid and dodge them. But just now Dog finally sounded like hes regained some energy and faced Shirleys accusing gaze, You should be glad I reacted so quickly when that guy turned his attention away from us. Otherwise, we might not even have that chance to flee!

Shirley frowned and slowly kneeled down to eye level with her companion: So whats going on? Why are you so scared like this? That guy named Duncan did you meet him before? Is he some big shot from the Annihilation Sect? Or is there some demon standing behind him?

The Dark Hound, who seemed to recall some extremely terrifying picture, clattered its bones and muttered: I havent seen him before, and I dont know him.

Shirley cocked an eyebrow in confusion: Why are you so afraid if you never met him before?!

Even if I havent met him before, as a Deep Sea demon, I can see a shadow more terrifying than death behind the guy! The Dark Hound suddenly got all serious as those hollow red eyes glowed with force, Behind the shell of that human is a vortex of light and shadow. Just staring at it is enough to TMD make me lose my sanity. How can I not be afraid of something like that?!

Speaking of this, Dog paused as if to organize the language best needed to describe his feelings to Shirley. After a good minute of silence: When it spoke, I could hear a thousand voices overlapping one another. It was roaring at me, a mishmash of death and life. You dont get it Shirley. The only time I ever saw anything like that was when I got an audience with the Deep Sea Lord! But the Lord doesnt move, and this person did!

Shirley felt her hair rising now due to the emotions transferred through her connection with Dog. Muttering as a shudder ran down her back: Why didnt I feel anything back there then. I thought he was quite nice.

Thats why I sometimes envy you humans with that inefficient and dull perception. The barrier of ignorance is truly a treasure this world gave your kind. Even in the face of distortionary madness, you humans can still smile and die happy. The Dark Hound suddenly deflated and lay back down again after exclaiming his own grievance, Just stay blind. This way, the world will keep looking nicer. Poor puppy I am not so lucky. Every couple of days, there would be something so scary that a dog will drop dead at a glance.

How can the world have such a TMD cowardly demon like you? Shirley couldnt resist shooting a disappointed look at her friend before getting an idea. But when you say it like that, I think we shouldnt have run back there if the guy is really as powerful as you claim, wouldnt it be better to cling to his legs?! He spoke so nicely to us and clearly had more questions for us to answer. Maybe he couldve helped us deal with the suntists as well. Im quite good at acting cute, you know? Who knows.

However, before the girl could finish speaking, the loud rattling of the chains startled her. Next, the loud exclaiming anger of the Dark Hound blasted the ears: Put away your crazy idea immediately! Your level of madness is almost enough to open the subspace channel!

Then Dog paused before continuing with a warning: Listen, never make deals with something that would bear the skin of a human. Those types are the most cunning and sinister of them all. They may have a peaceful conversation with you, but thats only the appetizer before the feast. Dont judge everything by the surface, okay? If you had told him everything, do you think he wouldve allowed us to leave?

It seemed that the harsh tone from Dog had finally taken effect on Shirley. Sounding like a child thats made a mistake before the adult, the girl mumbled in a moping manner: I get it. Why do you sound like an old mother now.

Dog huffs and retorts: Thats obvious. I raised you!

Shirley snorted, then looked out the window where the suns light had disappeared, replaced by the firm darkness of the night. Without another word, she inched closer to the windowsill and dragged Dog over by the belly.

What are you doing? Cant you at least let a dog rest for a bit? Im exhausted from all the fighting today. Dog protests and bemoans.

The one who mainly fought was me, okay? Shirley glanced out at the murky glass without much emotions, Im checking the situation outside The street lights had just come on.

This is the slums after all, you cant expect the authorities to ensure every street is maintained properly. Its good enough that they actually came on after dark to repel the evil spirits. Dog muttered, then glanced at the oil lamp on the dining table, Lets turn off the lights here. Oil is expensive.

Shirley pursed her lips: Ill snuff it when I go to bed, otherwise its too dark in the house.

Dog grumbled but didnt comment.

In the city-state, the city managers and architects strictly planned the location of each street light to ensure coverage on every dwelling. This was the most basic device for repelling evil, and the most effective.

But even the most prosperous cities have forgotten corners. For example, the slums where Shirley and Dog lived. There are far fewer gas street lights in the slums, which are older and more dilapidated than even the lower sectors. Sure, its good enough to ensure safety during the day, but at night, such an arrangement was obviously not reassuring enough.

So, the occupants here would resort to oil lamps and grease candles as precautionary measures. At the very least, until the street lamps came on if they were late.

Of course, there was another important reason why many poor households used oil lamps and candles -they could not afford the relatively high cost of electricity conversion. Electric lights are bright, clean, and safe, and in a safe and secure urban area, it has long been the first choice for lighting every home. But in this dilapidated house of the slums. The only sense of security for Shirley and Dog remains to be that swaying flicker of light from the old oil lamp.

Do you still want to remain active for the next while? Dogs hoarse and rattling voice came again through the dim lighting.

Shirley: Mhmm.

Dog: You mean making trouble for those sun mongrels, right?

Shirley: Not trouble, getting intel.

Dog: Its not much different. From how they sounded, they arent very clear on what happened eleven years ago either. They are asking the locals about it.

Shirley: This is because the group today happened to be from Lunsa. There may be a harvest next time.

Dog: Okay, if thats what you want.

Shirley: Dog, you focus on knitting me a better camouflage first. Dont leave me exposed halfway through like today.

Dog: I just hope we dont run into that terrible guy today. I suspect the reason why our presence got exposed early was due to such a strong interference on the scene

Shirley: Okay, okay, if thats what you want to think