Chapter 60 Aha

　　Jason's approach was violent, but very effective.

　　Dick, who had originally planned to take advantage of Joe and gain sympathy by playing the victim of his parents' death, no longer dared to do so. He did a light backflip and broke free from Jason's restraints.

　　"Really? You're not as easy to fool as you were when you were a kid."

　　He muttered as his body grew inch by inch, from a child to a teenager and then to a young man. Countless of him overlapped in an instant. A red, yellow and green shadow flashed quickly in the middle, but was still submerged in the adult's body.

　　"So you've been awake for a long time, right?" Jason frowned, a strange sense of disharmony filling his heart. Why was he so confident that Dick would be able to break through the illusion?

　　But before he could figure it out, the illusion began to collapse, the floor began to crack, and finally disappeared into nothingness. Stark and Denheng had long disappeared, and only the Wayne family was left here.

　　Jason knew that he was about to enter the next level of illusion.

　　This time, he came to Tim's fantasy world.

　　When Jason opened his eyes, he saw nothing but darkness. He found himself lying somewhere. He moved his body, but found the space was very small. However, it was just enough for a young man, who was no more than 137 cm tall.

　　The oxygen in the air became thinner and thinner, and the fishy smell of wood and earth rushed into his nostrils. Jason had to admit that he seemed to have returned to the time when he had just been resurrected from the dead and had not yet crawled out of the coffin.

　　"*Xianzhou foul language*, don't let me catch who it is." Jason gritted his teeth, his fingers weakly scratching marks on the smooth coffin board. He really admired his own perseverance at that time.

　　In the dark Gotham cemetery, the gravekeeper was drunk, heavy rain accompanied by lightning drenched the city, and after a flash of light, Jason Todd's grave was exploded.

　　"Puh." He spat out the dirt in his mouth. Fortunately, the power of the Hunting Destiny was still usable, so he didn't need to exert so much effort to kick open the coffin lid.

　　Jason wiped his mud-covered cheek and made eye contact with Dick, who was guarding the grave with a shovel.

　　"Dick head, what are you doing?" He called naturally, mocking the golden boy who was covered in mud.

　　Wait, what is a Golden Boy? That sounds gross.

　　Dick looked at his brother who had emerged from the grave. Because of the illusion, his figure was still the same as when he died. He was wearing the black suit he wore when he was buried, and his face was pale and gloomy.

　　As soon as he opened his mouth, the familiar name and tone seemed to bring Dick back to the past, when Nightwing and Robin were arguing, when there was no separation, and when Batman was not so painful and extreme.

　　"Welcome back to the world, little Wing." He hugged his resurrected brother.

　　Jason accepted the hug awkwardly.

　　"Alright, alright, that's enough of a hug. It's raining." He stubbornly pushed away Dick, the huggable bear, and was almost envied by his corny attitude.

　　"Where are Tim and Bruce? This should be a fantasy world for one of them."

　　Dick hesitated. "They should be at Wayne Manor."

　　"Okay, let's go." Jason jumped out of his own grave, and his body changed back to his true appearance with self-awareness. He took out his flying sword and grabbed Dick by the back of his collar.

　　Dick had been carried flying by Superman so many times, but this was the first time he was carried flying by his own brother. He looked at the flying sword under Jason's feet with awe, and his professional disease took effect, as he estimated the power of the sword in his mind.

　　Theoretically, a flying sword cannot defeat Superman, but it is more than enough to defeat Nightwing.

　　An illusion is an illusion after all, and the terrain changes at will according to the owner's wishes. As soon as Jason flew up, he was speechless to find that Wayne Manor was right next to Gotham Cemetery.

　　"The feng shui of our house is unbeatable." He complained, and flew directly in with Dick. He didn't even go through the main door, but kicked a glass on the second floor and went straight in.

　　By chance, he found Tim staying here.

　　"Tim? Why are you in Little Wing's room?" Dick exclaimed and looked at his third brother, and suddenly realized that this was probably related to the family business.

　　Jason stood on the windowsill and looked at the interior of the house. He still had no impression: "Who? My room?"

　　Tim's eyes were wandering, and he had an indescribable feeling of guilt in his heart, not only because they had hidden their underground identity from Jason, but also because he had been going to the door to recommend himself in the past few days.

　　"I'm awake." Before Dick slapped him in the face, Tim raised his hands in surrender, and his clothes began to change, but the extent of the change in his body was not huge, just from immature to slightly immature.

　　“Won’t you explain it to me?” Jason was lying on the bed, flipping through a hardcover Bible and waving at Tim.

　　"You have a little time before this illusion collapses," he said compassionately, making a fake sign of the cross.

　　Tim took a deep breath, hoping that Jason, who had regained his memory, would not change his attitude:

　　"I'm sorry. I calculated the date and it happened to be the day you were resurrected and wandering the streets of Gotham. It was the day I was adopted by Bruce. We didn't expect such a coincidence to happen. Don't blame me."

　　He finished speaking in one breath, staring nervously at Jason's changing expression, looking like he was ready to be killed.

　　Dick was also looking at him. As the eldest brother, he had the obligation to prevent things from escalating, as long as Jason didn't beat Tim to death.

　　"You're done?"

　　"That's all."

　　"Okay," Jason nodded, he got off the bed and came to Tim with the Bible in his hand.

　　He tapped Tim's forehead gently with the spine of the book.

　　"I forgive you in the name of the Father, the Holy Spirit, and the Son."

　　Jason said this half-jokingly, he didn't know if his wording was correct. After all, the whole thing seemed like a joke from God. No matter if it was the work of Shouwenhuozu or Changle Tianjun, it had nothing to do with this teenager.

　　He just showed up at a coincidental time to comfort Bruce's grief over the loss of his son, but his own experience -

　　Jason thought about it and could only describe it with a common saying from Xianzhou:

　　The relationship with relatives is shallow.

　　The ground finally collapsed, and Jason fell into a deeper illusion.

　　He found himself transformed back into his teenage form, only this time he seemed covered in bruises.

　　"Oh~ You're awake, my little bird~" A man with a deathly pale face, bright red lips, green hair, and a purple suit held a crowbar and gently tapped Jason's cheek.

　　"? Who are you?" Is Bruce's fantasy so restricted? Where did this monster come from?

　　He hissed, wanting to use his powers like he had in the previous illusions.

　　"No, no, no, this won't do. Cheating is prohibited!" The weird-looking guy made a big X on his chest with his arm.

　　So annoying, who on earth is this guy? It was the first time that Jason realized that he had such a strong desire to kill a stranger, and he was so angry that he didn't even feel the pain from the wounds on his body.

　　He broke free from his restraints and used all his strength, but found that his spirit seemed to be stripped away, floating in the void, looking at his past memories from a God's perspective.

　　He watched the clown break his ribs one by one.

　　The name "clown" suddenly appeared in his mind, filled with overwhelming hatred.

　　"Hey~ kid from the [Hunter] family~" a voice interrupted his thoughts, and another clown appeared in this empty space.

　　"Take my sword!" Jason stabbed the clown's neck reflexively.

　　"Don't be so formal, I'm not that guy in there~ You [Hunters] really have no sense of humor." He complained with a clown's face, passed through Jason's sword like a phantom, and put his arm around his shoulders like a good brother.

　　"Who are you?" Jason stared at the strange guy angrily. Obviously, this was no longer an illusion.

　　"A poor man who wanted to have some fun but was excluded by other gods." Aha wiped his tears with a handkerchief and hugged Jason to watch the death of his family repeatedly.

　　Jason's whole body tensed up as a horrifying thought crossed his mind.

　　"So what do you want to amuse yourself with? My family and their hidden identities, Lord Changle Tianjun."

　　Ah Ha waved his hands in an exaggerated and funny way: "Of course not, my friend, there is more fun in you. I spent a lot of effort to meet you and arranged a series of performances for this purpose."

　　"We can still chat a little more before that guy finds out. Why don't you tell me who you are?"

　　"I'm a member of the Luofuyun Cavalry, that's all." Jason replied coldly.

　　Ah Ha shook his head in distress. Alas, the hunting party, their brains were corrupted by that guy without a sense of humor. But it didn't matter. Ah Ha had already got what he wanted.

　　In the mysterious trajectory of fate, a corner of the fragment of the Wall of Origin on Jason's body was pried off by Aha.

　　In the consciousness space, the player, who was crumpled into a pulp, sat up in shock from his dying illness.

　　"Everything! Help!"

　　The players shouted, but were helpless because the springboards used by Aha were the Joker and Batman, which had nothing to do with the Bengtie characters.

　　At this time, the system has already used up its computing power: "I can't get in. I can't get in at all. That is the power of the Star God. I must use the Star God to solve it."

　　"Where is the Amber King? Ask Him to protect Jason's spiritual space!"

　　System: "No, He is laying ash to reinforce the foundation of this fragile world. You can't move."

　　The player gnawed his fingers anxiously and gritted his teeth: "System, add the [Hunting] patch!"

　　After all, Jason’s destiny was to hunt, so Lan had the most reason to take action.

　　System: "[Hunting] and [Abundance] are bound together. Strictly speaking, it is a sufficient and unnecessary relationship. If you want Lan, you must first exchange for a pharmacist."

　　The players looked with bitter faces at the immortal boats that were trying their best to encircle and suppress the Fengrao people. They couldn't defeat them all. There was no way they could completely defeat them.

　　"Exchange it all. The energy is kept for spending."

　　The players who had been so stingy in cashing out the Xianzhou Alliance were now back to the time before liberation, and even owed the world consciousness a sum of energy.

　　Guinness shook Bruce's shoulders frantically.

　　"Family, wake up, family!" the players shouted, use your DC big daddy's strength to squeeze Aha out!

　　In the real world, Bruce, the Joker and Jason were sleeping silently, while the Yan puppet controlled by Sui Yang was fighting with Dan Heng, Stark and others. Dick and Tim, who woke up one after another, also joined the guards, waving flags to get buffs.

　　Jason moved his fingers slightly.