CHAPTER 297: CHAPTER 229: RUMORS OF THE INK TURTLE

Just after the shadow caught the mouse, Rosen realized that when the shadow talked about the mouse, it meant literally.

He saw the shadow throw the mouse towards the cafeteria aunt and uncle, saying, "Cook me a feast of mouse meat!"

"Yes, sir Devil, we just don’t know if you want it braised or steamed?"

The devil heard this, glared at them, and said, "Isn’t my taste clear to you? Of course, it’s salt-baked!"

As soon as the devil left, Rosen quietly followed behind.

He had never seen the devil in the cafeteria before, but suddenly the devil appeared inside.

This was an opportunity for her, so Rosen wouldn’t let it slip and directly followed.

He saw the devil’s back leaving the cafeteria and heading towards a maple forest.

This area was the green belt at the edge of the mental asylum, with many terrifying legends.

It’s said that people hung themselves there, like drying cured meat, strung up on the trees.

Thus, every night people would hear the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Rosen shivered at the thought of this legend.

"Such a dangerous place, it seems I must be careful this time to avoid trouble."

Rosen ventured towards the forest in the dark.

He saw the devil’s back again.

The figure flashed, suddenly appearing a hundred meters away, in front of a gate.

"What the heck, using flash right in front of me?"

Rosen instantly flashed too, appearing right behind the devil, thankfully unnoticed.

The gate was a row of locust trees, said to house Ghost Souls, the spirits dwelling within wood. If there were any terrifying legends, surely it was some locust tree spirit playing tricks.

At this moment, the locust tree oddly spoke: "Please enter the password!"

"Awoo!~ Awoo!~"

The devil emitted the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Password correct, please enter!"

The locust tree bent, forming a path, allowing the devil to drift inside.

Rosen wanted to follow through the path, but unfortunately, it was one person at a time. When Rosen tried to go, the gate closed: "Please enter the password!"

"Awoo awoo!~"

Rosen imitated the ghostly cries and howls.

"Incorrect password, not soul-stirring enough!"

"Incorrect password, not seductive enough!"

"Incorrect password, not sharp enough!"

The consecutive incorrect passwords infuriated Rosen, causing him to immediately take out his chainsaw and pull the cord.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz!~" The chainsaw emitted the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Password correct, please enter!"

Watching the path open again, Rosen tossed aside the chainsaw with a cold snort: "That’s more like it!"

He then boldly walked inside.

Rosen realized why this place often attracted legends of ghostly cries and wolf howls.

Just after entering the forest, Rosen began to speculate whether this forest was small enough.

This hesitation was due to small forests typically holding a certain special meaning.

For example, if a boy invited another boy into a small forest, it implied a duel, while a boy inviting a girl into a small forest also implied a "duel," though the meanings differ.

Rosen then began to suspect the devil’s gender.

"If the devil is male, it would be very dangerous for me to enter the small forest, as I’d likely lose, but if the devil is female, I certainly wouldn’t lose."

Rosen glanced at the sky.

"Ziwei Star is dim, there might be danger today."

Then he calculated: "What, this omen, it really indicates... that a Chosen One is about to descend!"

Rosen was instantly shocked.

He was the Chosen One, predestined to emerge in response to a great catastrophe. A new Chosen One would come to solve this catastrophe.

"Why would I compute that a Chosen One would descend at such a critical moment? And a year later at that!"

"Is it possible that the devil is female, and after a fight in the small forest, a year later, the Chosen One descends?!"

With this speculation, Rosen became devout: "If it’s destiny, I have no choice but to penetrate this small forest."

He then swaggered inside.

Inside, he discovered the small forest was filled with steam.

"What, it’s actually water mist? Places like this are usually wet and humid, there might be water ahead!"

Rosen immediately thought of the Demon Race of water regions; they were indeed more troublesome than monsters on land.

"Could it be that the devil’s identity is a mermaid?"

The moment this thought arose, Rosen grew nervous.

He had heard that mermaids have sharp teeth and a love for human flesh, like tuna, where a bite tears off a big chunk of meat.

But as Rosen approached the steam’s source, he discovered it was a large swimming pool.

It was vacation time, and the pool was crowded with people; the water surface was filled with swim rings and valves.

The shadow from earlier was nowhere to be seen.

Rosen guessed that the shadow was among the tourists, but the vast number and Rosen couldn’t identify which person was the shadow.

"Looks like I can only randomly ask someone who just arrived here."

Rosen promptly asked a young lady, "Excuse me, did someone recent arrive here, do you know which one?"

The young lady, asked a question, enthusiastically replied, "I know, I know. The person who just got here is you!"