Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Chapter 185: The Strict Selection of Ancestors

Sleepiness goes away quietly and comes silently.

I don’t know when Lin Hun’s chest began to calm down. Of course, he could sleep so soundly thanks to Brother Huixin, who was beside him and watched over Lin Hun without turning a blind eye.

Looking at Lin Hun sleeping peacefully, Brother Huixin rubbed his nose and smiled knowingly. In the cold and indifferent world of Dark Soul, this heavy trust is even more precious:

"Hey, you really trust me enough."

Brother Huixin naturally would not let Lin Hun down. He held the shield and looked around from time to time, especially the fat priest Petrus who was peeking at the campfire through the small door on the side.

This name was the nickname that Lin Hun and Brother Huixin privately gave to Petrus, and of course they would not let him know.

If Petrus knew that he was labeled as a fat priest by the two, he would no longer be kind as before. His face would turn red, and veins on his forehead would be exposed. He would argue loudly with a red face and thick neck:

"I'm not fat, I'm plump. Besides, don't you see how thick my armor is!?"

"Thick armor doesn't mean you're fat... Armor... How can the armor of the priesthood say I'm fat?!" Then came some difficult to understand words, like "everyone's armor is the same thickness" and "I'm still very thin without armor", which made Lin Hun and Brother Huixin laugh uncontrollably, creating a more cheerful atmosphere around the campfire.

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"Hmm..." A long cry came from Lin Hun's mouth, and then he stretched his waist comfortably, "Ah↑ This sleep is really--refreshing!"

"Kid, are you awake? You seem to be sleeping so soundly. Why don't you just stay with me in the sacrificial field? You can sleep as long as you want here. It's no problem even if you sleep until two bells ring and the fire is passed on. Anyway, we have a fire maiden to maintain the bonfire, so we don't have to worry about it going out," Brother Huixin stood up from his old position, put his shield on his back, and walked towards Lin Hun jokingly.

Even though he already knew the answer Lin Hun would give, Brother Huixin was still willing to give it a try. After all, there was no loss in saying a word except wasting some saliva. What if he succeeded?

"Ah↓That's okay. It's okay to take a nap for a while. If I keep sleeping like this, I'm really afraid that one day I'll sleep myself to death," Lin Hun stood up, clenched his fists and pounded his stiff waist, and replied jokingly.

After a truly good sleep without any interruptions, Lin Hun now felt refreshed, but at the same time, he felt sore all over his body. Having experienced the soft bed, no matter how many times he woke up from the floor, Lin Hun still felt uncomfortable:

"Think about it the Nth day after leaving bed."

But sleeping is still useful. At least the low pressure that had been around Lin Hun has dissipated without a trace, and Brother Dixin can now safely retract his shield.

Lin Hun was moved by Brother Huixin's persuasion more than once. Every time Brother Huixin persuaded him, Lin Hun was moved.

But no matter how excited he was, his family knew his own business, and Lin Hun was worried that he would never get up again after this trip.

Lin Hun has always honestly believed that he is a good man who can make full use of furniture. He never sits when he can lie down, and never stands when he can sit. He will definitely make the best use of all furniture.

Of course, other people often call people like Lin Hun lazy dogs and wimps. Lin Hun is too lazy to argue about these two names. Since he cannot correct them, he might as well accept them positively.

“Ah, if there weren’t so many people and things in the Dark Souls world that I haven’t experienced yet, I would really want to just lie there forever.”

"Then you will have to set off again soon," Brother Huixin couldn't hear what Lin Hun was thinking. When he came in front of Lin Hun and watched him pick up his weapon, the Black Knight Sword, from the ground, he nodded.

"Oh, no hurry." Lin Hun pulled the hair off his face, gathered them into a handful, lifted them up and straightened them, then used the Black Knight sword in his hand to gesture at his head, "Let me take care of this hair first, then we can talk about other things."

For enemies like Sister Maria who have long hair, Lin Hun had already thought of how to fight them.

Unfortunately, in the real world of "Dark Soul", women have become rare things. In such a long time, Lin Hun has not seen a normal woman except the goddess. Even men, Lin Hun has only seen a few in such a long time. The others are either skeletons or hiding in the wreckage.

Lin Hun sighed in his heart:

Dark soul, dark soul, you force people to become ghosts!

Of course, even in the dream, I only met Maria, a normal woman, and we did not fight; as for the other guys, they were all bald-headed cyborgs or fishmen, if fish fins can be considered hair.

It is true that a good cook cannot cook without rice. Lin Hun only has ideas and skills but has nowhere to display them.

However, Lin Hun fully believed that once his hair-grabbing tactic was used, it would be very effective.

There is no other reason. Our ancestors have been using this method to fight for thousands of years.

Until Lin Hun traveled through time, various hair-grabbing tactics could still be seen circulating in videos on the Internet.

This shows how effective, easy to use, and powerful this tactic is.

Carefully selected by our ancestors, it is trustworthy.

Lin Hun, who knew this kind of fighting method, naturally would not leave such a big flaw for himself. Of course, the main reason was that he had always had short hair and suddenly had such long hair that it was very prickly. He felt that it was too troublesome to take care of it and it would be more convenient and refreshing than to cut it off with a sword.

Lin Hun held the sword in one hand and gestured at his head for a long time. Brother Huixin distanced himself from Lin Hun again and watched from afar. He neither continued to speak nor went forward to disturb him.

When it comes to something like cutting hair, which involves touching one's head, if you interfere rashly, it will only make people feel that you have ulterior motives and cause unpleasantness.

"Brother, can the hair of you other undead people grow longer?" Lin Hun suddenly discovered a blind spot. He stopped what he was doing and looked at Brother Huixin curiously.

"No," Brother Huixin took off his helmet and pointed to his head. His hair was neatly cut, making him look much neater and more capable.

Grayheart brought back his helmet and summarized his situation, "At least it has been like this since I became an undead. It has neither grown nor fallen off. My hair has stopped moving just like me."

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that there was something wrong with the long hair that Lin Hun had grown overnight, and Brother Huixin was no exception. However, he did not think too deeply about what had happened last night.

Anyway, I am still alive and well, my life is not in danger, and I am not missing a piece of flesh.

The reason why Brother Grayheart has been able to stay in the Firelink Shrine for so long and still be alive and well is that he doesn't meddle in other people's business.