Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Locke ran forward without thinking.

But his body was already entangled by the black mist, and the black shadow monster stretched out its hand and grabbed his neck.

Bang——

Locke was pressed against the wall.

Locke wanted to resist, but found that his strange abilities were all unusable in the dream, as if they were completely ineffective, and he became an ordinary person.

"Save, save me."

He looked at Irene with difficulty.

Irene lifted the bed in the bedroom and smashed it towards the black shadow, smashing the black shadow monster into a ball of scattered black mist.

The black mist gathered together again and turned to look at Irene.

But he only saw a ball of air.

At the moment when he lost consciousness, Irene had rushed forward, raised her fist, and punched the face of the monster formed by the re-gathering black mist.

Irene stretched out her hand, grabbed the neck of the dream monster, carried him to the ceiling, and then fell quickly and fell to the floor.

Locke only saw the body of the black shadow monster constantly appearing on the ceiling, the floor, and the walls on all four sides, until he completely disintegrated into black mist and fled in panic.

Irene clapped her hands and looked at Locke,

"Solved."

Locke swallowed and gave a thumbs up.

"Go find it quickly, defeating a dream monster is not a big deal, a group of dream monsters will appear in a while, this thing is indestructible."

Irene said.

Locke swallowed, "Why didn't you say it earlier."

Dong Dong Dong——

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Locke looked at Irene nervously.

"Is it coming?"

"I don't know, it's possible."

Irene said lightly.

The two ignored the knock on the door and continued to look for the entrance.

Finally, they found the entrance to the next level before a group of dream monsters broke in.

"Let's go!"

Irene pushed Locke down and stayed to deal with this group of monsters.

Locke successfully entered the subconscious underground palace on the next level.

Still in his room, but this time he was one or two years old, and even his walking was a little crooked, not steady enough.

Hannah on the bed had fallen asleep, covered with a small quilt, with a happy smile on her face.

Through the crack in the door, Locke saw Bud Bemon discussing something with Joan Mancini.

"Joan, have you noticed that Hannah and Locke's situations seem to be different? Compared to Hannah, Locke is too ordinary."

Bud Bemon said.

I am too ordinary compared to Hannah? What does this mean?

"They are indeed different. Each child has his own characteristics. Perhaps the most ordinary future will be the greatest."

Joan Mancini said gently.

"The 9 children represent darkness, light, bad luck, luck, life, death, malice, kindness, and what is the last one? Did the bishop tell you?"

Bud Bemon asked.

"No, I only know that number 9 is incomplete, but I don't know what it represents."

Joan Mancini shook her head.

Bad Bemon frowned, "I'm worried that he will become a failed experiment and become an ordinary person."

"Bard, I hope he will become an ordinary person."

Joan Mancini said gently, "Locke, he is my child, I hope to protect him for life."

"He is indeed the only life born from a mother's body, but you can't really think that you are his mother just because you gave birth to him. He doesn't need a mother."

Bad Bemon warned Joan Mancini.

Joan Mancini looked a little depressed. She turned her head and looked at the bedroom, her eyes just met Locke's.

Locke swallowed his saliva.

Oops, was the eavesdropping discovered?

"Joan, are the children awake?"

Joan Mancini shook her head, "No, you cast a sleep spell, they won't wake up so easily."

"Well, Joan, I really look forward to seeing them grow up and witnessing the arrival of a new world."

Bad Bemon said with fanatical eyes.

Joan Mancini did not speak, but looked at Locke in silence.

Locke's Adam's apple rolled, he shrank his neck, and retreated to the bedside.

At this time, Irene finally got in from the entrance and patted the dust on her body in embarrassment.

"We must explore this layer before they catch up. This is already in the middle layer of the subconscious, and we should be able to find effective clues."

"I seem to have been discovered by Joan Mancini just now."

Chapter 156, Family Portrait in the Dream

"Joan Mancini discovered you?"

Irene looked at Locke in confusion.

"I just eavesdropped through the crack of the door, and Joan Mancini saw me, but she didn't tell Bud Bemon, and I don't know why."

Locke was a little confused. Although this was his dream, he couldn't figure it out at all.

Perhaps it was because this memory itself did not belong to him.

"Then wait and see what she wants to do."

Irene suggested.

Locke nodded slightly, "Okay, then let's hurry up and find clues."

The two began to look for clues in the room.

Hannah was sleeping soundly on the bed, and a photo of Bud's "family" was placed on the bedside table.

Bud and his "wife" Joan, "daughter" Hannah, and "son" Locke.

Locke was very surprised to see this photo, because in real life, they had never taken a photo together as a "family".

Hannah couldn't even take out photos of her parents. Excluding the fact that taking pictures in that era was only for the rich, it was because neither Bud Belmont nor Joan Mancini wanted to leave their own images.

Locke picked up the photo on the bedside table, and the person in the photo suddenly spoke.

Bud Bemon opened his mouth and said, "Locke, what are you looking at? What are you looking for? You stay up most of the night, be careful that the big bad wolf comes and takes you away."

Joanne Mancini: "Bud, don't scare Locke. Locke, what are you looking for? Tell mom, and mom will help you find it."

Hannah: "Locke, please keep your voice down, don't wake me up, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

Locke: "You faker, I am the real Locke."

Locke subconsciously let go of his hand, and the photo was about to fall to the ground.

Erin caught the photo in time to avoid the sound of breaking glass waking Hannah and alerting the people outside the door.

"Locke, what's wrong with you?"

Erin asked.

"Photos, the people in the photos spoke."

Locke pointed at the photo and stammered.

"I didn't hear it."

Erin picked up the photo. The people in the photo were very quiet, just like an ordinary group photo.

Locke repeated their words, "That's all."

"Perhaps because this is your dream, you can get some key clues. Try asking them what they know."

Erin said.

Locke nodded and tried to ask Bud Bemon in the photo first.

"Why did the Knowledge Sect create 9 experimental subjects? What exactly are they going to do?"

Bud Bemon replied, "Locke, this is not something you should know. Did you pray with Hannah today? We are both devout believers in the Church of Knowledge. When you grow up, you will achieve great things. Once you are qualified to enter the core, you will naturally know.”

"Core? What is the core?"

Locke discovered that the people in the photo could actually communicate, so he continued to ask.

"The core is the six bishops and the twenty-four knights."

replied Bud Bemon.

"Who are the six archbishops and the twenty-four knights?"

"I can't answer your question. I said that you will naturally know when you grow up and are qualified to enter the core."

Bud Bemon said.

"Is the Knowledge Sect really originating from the Western Continent?"

Locke asked again.

"Our teachings say this, the Western Continent is our homeland."

replied Bud Bemon.

"Am I the same as Hannah?"

"It's different. You are the most special. You are the only one who was born in ten months of pregnancy."

"What about other than that?"

"All I can tell you is that you are different."

"Are there evil gods living in our bodies?"

"Evil God? Why do you think it's an evil god? I can only tell you that your idea is completely wrong. I can't say anything else."

Locke frowned, not expecting to get such an answer.

Isn't he an evil god? What is it if it’s not an evil god? Righteous God? How is it possible, but maybe for the members of the Knowledge Sect, they really cannot be described as evil gods.

"Five years ago, I was contaminated by alchemical waste and became seriously ill. What method did you use to save me?"

"That's the Soul Refining Ceremony of the Life Sect. It can save you from the soul level. Even if your body is severely damaged, as long as your soul is fine, you can recover."

replied Bud Bemon.

"What kind of terrifying existence did you mention in your diary that you summoned? Why did you disappear?"

"A scary existence? I don't remember. Missing. Are we missing?"

Bud Belmon looked puzzled.

Don't even remember? Could it be that the photo was taken before? Yes, the photo must have been taken before the disappearance, otherwise how could it be a family photo?

Locke guessed and continued to ask a few questions, but without getting the answers he wanted, he decided to change the target of the inquiry.

"Joan Mancini, can you answer some questions for me?"