Chapter 41 What Are You Saying?

Lily's ears twitched, and she looked at Hao Ren and Vivian with a puzzled expression: "What are you two talking about? This shiny feather was sent by the goddess? Do I get one too?"

"You don't have amnesia, what would you need this for?" Hao Ren reached out and pressed Lily's head, pushing the meddlesome husky away. "This is to treat Vivian's narcolepsy and memory problems. Don't cause trouble, go take out the kitchen trash."

Lily let out an "Awooo" and obediently ran to take out the trash, while Hao Ren turned to look at Vivian: "Does this thing work? How do you feel now?"

"Other than feeling a little hot at first, I don't feel anything now," Vivian touched her chest, then pulled out a large pile of things from all sorts of nooks and crannies on her body. There were peach wood swords, crosses, Bagua mirrors, spirit stones, precious jades, Bodhi seeds—a dazzling array as if she had just returned from a tour of various tourist attractions. "Maybe it's more effective than these things..."

Hao Ren rolled his eyes when he saw Vivian's six pounds of warding treasures, thinking that this girl was familiar with all kinds of amulets, and hoped that she hadn't developed "drug resistance" because of all this stuff.

"Anyway, what the goddess gives is definitely more effective than your six pounds of junk," Hao Ren coughed twice. "Ahem, have you not thrown away these 'precious treasures' yet? They're completely useless."

Vivian quickly stuffed the large pile of things back into her clothes (we won't investigate how she managed to fit them all in): "At least it gives me some peace of mind!"

At this time, "Big Blue" completed its mission and, realizing there was nothing more for it to do, emitted a buzzing sound and then disappeared into the air as a stream of light. Hao Ren clicked his tongue: "I didn't expect Raven 12345 to react so quickly this time. I thought she would take several days to respond after the report was sent, but I didn't expect her to send the thing directly today."

"But the amulet seems to only suppress my narcolepsy, it's just an insurance policy after all," Vivian blinked. "If I can't find the root cause of the narcolepsy and amnesia... I still feel uneasy."

This problem certainly needed to be solved. But Hao Ren and Vivian didn't have any ideas at the moment. Regular physical examinations couldn't detect this kind of problem. Vivian had been in the medical pod before, and routine examinations had confirmed that her body was exceptionally healthy. Moreover, as a variant proficient in blood magic, Vivian herself knew how to confirm her physical condition, so the narcolepsy and amnesia were definitely not caused by physiological reasons. Hao Ren suspected that it was related to the occult, and perhaps even to the Dream Plane—the homeland of all variants. Obviously, this was not a problem that could be solved in a day or two.

Moreover, Hao Ren couldn't forget some of the descriptions he had seen in Vivian's manuscript at the time: before falling into a deep sleep, Vivian had described some strange scenes, such as land illuminated by a blood-colored moon, deformed and twisted monsters, and shadow-like enemies whose forms were between variants and humans. Those scenes appeared repeatedly in the manuscript, and Vivian's records of them were very detailed and certain—even though she would forget these scenes every time she woke up, judging from the manuscript, these things had definitely appeared.

However, Vivian was very certain that, not to mention the blood-colored moon, those deformed and twisted monsters and some other monsters that only appeared in the manuscript did not exist. There were no such variants on Earth, and there were no similar wild animals in ancient times.

They only appeared in the manuscript—where did the things that Vivian saw each time she was about to fall asleep come from? Were they real or hallucinations?

The truth of these matters had probably been submerged in the river of history, and even the other "ancient ones" probably couldn't answer it. Vivian had always been a loner, and she always fell asleep in deserted corners, so she couldn't find any former friends who had witnessed the scenes described in the manuscript with her.

Izhaks and Nangong Sanba were also curious about what had happened to Vivian, so Hao Ren and Vivian told the others in the family about reading the manuscript in the basement yesterday (Lily heard a rough outline when she came back from taking out the trash, but the husky's brain structure was not suitable for reasoning about this kind of thing, so she went to the kitchen). The latter even took out the original manuscript to show it. Of course, no one present could recognize those lost ancient characters. Vivian took out the manuscript just to show off her cultural heritage—the power of a long-lived being to create a "cultural heritage" on their own was terrifying.

"So there's this kind of thing going on with you," Izhaks scratched his bald head. "Sorry, I'm not good at this kind of complex and precise knowledge... Flame Demons are used to solving problems in a simple and crude way. I can't deal with curses and problems in the spiritual realm."

"I've seen some articles related to ancient times in my father's collection, as well as books similar to encyclopedias," Nangong Sanba recalled the half-baked demon hunter education he had received back then. "The 'encyclopedia' recorded all the variants and ancient and rare beasts that had appeared on Earth. It didn't mention the monsters in this manuscript. Especially these pictures depicted in the manuscript... Forgive me for being blunt, these things look more like children's doodles, with wild imaginations, but they don't look like they evolved according to evolution."

"A demon hunter's encyclopedia?" Vivian immediately became interested. "I've heard of such a book. The knowledge about variants in it is even more comprehensive than the history of many variants themselves. Do you still have it?"

Nangong Sanba smiled awkwardly: "It disappeared with the old house a long time ago. And to be honest, I don't remember the contents of the book very well... Although I liked to read books back then, my father didn't let me into his study very often. Demon hunter training was very demanding, and there wasn't much time to read widely..."

Nangong Sanba was halfway through his sentence when a snake tail swept over and hit him on the head. May spat out her forked tongue at her brother: "Can you stop pretending to be a big shot? Every time you went into Dad's study back then, wasn't it for various versions of *Jin Ping Mei*? You still have the nerve to say Dad wouldn't let you into the study..."

Everyone: "..."

Elizabeth happened to be passing by with a small screwdriver in her hand, and stopped curiously when she heard this: "Uncle Ren, Uncle Ren, what is *Jin Ping Mei*?"

Izhaks quickly grabbed his daughter under his arm and left: "Children shouldn't ask, go do two math problems to clear your head, we'll eat later."

Elizabeth's cries immediately echoed in the room like lingering music. Hao Ren wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Being a demon princess isn't easy either."

"In short, there are many strange things about this manuscript. From a demon hunter's professional point of view, there are many strange things," Nangong Sanba rubbed his head. "I really doubt whether the things Vivian described before each hibernation back then were real."

Hao Ren and Vivian nodded in unison, and the latter put away the manuscript: "Anyway, this is not something that can be understood in a short time. Anyway, there's an amulet suppressing it now, so there shouldn't be any problems. We'll study it again when we have the chance in the future, there's still a century or two at least."

A time span of one or two hundred years was indeed very far away for Hao Ren, so he relaxed and got up to prepare to feed the cat. But as soon as he stood up, he noticed that "Roll"'s condition seemed a little off.

The cat girl seemed to have just come out of the bathroom, and at this time she was sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the direction of the bathroom, not moving. Hao Ren went over to take a look and was immediately shocked: the girl's face was full of tears, and she was crying miserably.

"Silly cat, what's wrong with you again?!"

"Roll" looked up at Hao Ren and suddenly pounced on him, grabbing his trouser leg and crying out: "Shit shoveler, are you going to die?! Don't die! Myao waa..."

The silly cat's yell startled everyone in the living room. A group of people quickly gathered around, some checking on Hao Ren's condition, some checking on the cat's condition. Vivian pressed "Roll"'s head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The cat girl pointed in the direction of the bathroom, tears streaming down her face: "I just discovered that I can use the toilet and flush it..."

Hao Ren was a little stunned: "Uh, and then?"

The cat girl wiped her tears: "So are you going to die, shit shoveler?"

Hao Ren was stunned for a long time before he finally reacted, and immediately jumped up in anger: "My value isn't just to change your damn cat litter!!"

When a cat spirit becomes a demon, possesses the logical abilities of humans but still retains the worldview of a cat, it's simply terrifying.