Senna naturally had nothing to do with Roger's suggestion, but staring at the camp with the black hole, Senna shrunk her neck, "In that camp, there won't be any monsters that haven't been solved, right?"

"Why don't you accompany Gu Gu outside?"

"Then I'll go in with you. ”

Shrugging, Roger stepped into the camp with his head on his head. This nameless camp is much bigger than it looks from the outside. Layers of old roofs rose and fell along the terrain, like the disgusting folds of some filthy beast, and everything that came into view was a lifeless gray-black, and there was nothing bright in the camp that would make the mood a little lighter.

Senua, who was following Roger's buttocks, saw that there was nothing abnormal, and she became bolder, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly said, "Strange, why are there so many ashes here?"

"Ash?" Roger looked at his feet when he heard this, and found himself stepping on a layer of gray-black powder, he really hadn't paid attention to these things everywhere before, "This is ......"

"It's not like the ashes left behind by burning wood," Senna crouched down and twisted a little of the ash from the ground with her fingers, "Why does it feel a little greasy?"

The sky was gray, Roger shone it with a torch, and when he saw that the ashes were nothing special, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe it was the ashes left by burning a weed when I set up camp, let's go, leave it alone." ”

After such a small episode, the two of them cautiously explored this silent and eerie lost town, which was scattered with simple tents, the kind of ancient and old tents of primitive tribes in the documentary, one tent after another looked like haunted houses in the night, staring at the outsiders who trespassed into the camp with their gray-black empty faces, and out of caution, the two did not check it in the first place.

Roger looked up at the smoky, unchanging sky and casually asked, "Have you ever seen anyone from the scouts here when you traveled back and forth between the tribe and the outpost before?"

"Never, this grassland between the tribe and the hills is a safe area in the traditional sense, although it is true that there will be a large beast like the golden-maned lion on occasion, but the territory awareness of such a beast is very clear, and it is a big deal that we can avoid it. Senna shook her head, her words puzzled, "And there has never been a black erosion here, and it stands to reason that the reconnaissance team would not be in such a place." ”

It sounds like the scout's function is to clear out the surrounding threats, and its main mission is to investigate the so-called black erosion. Roger just nodded and didn't say too much, since he had already admitted to being a member of the reconnaissance team, if he asked about the duties of the reconnaissance team, even Senna would be suspicious no matter how nervous he was.

At least now is not the time to identify yourself.

The two of them talked as they approached the heart of the town, which seemed to be once supposed to be the town's residence. A small empty space appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and this was not yet a square. It's just an empty place. The ground here was leveled and neat, and in the middle of the empty field there was a large fire pit, and Roger stepped forward and put his hand on the flame, not feeling any heat, apparently it had been extinguished for a long time.

Just then, a chill slipped through his heart, and Roger looked up at the nearest house to him. The decaying old house stood silently in the narrow streets, its dark doors and windows staring into the shadows of the other buildings like hollow evil eyes, and the dark, smoky sky hung down behind the roofs, enveloping everything as if it were going to suffocate the whole world.

Senna curiously walked around the fire, "How do I feel cold around here?"

As the words fell, the powder that had been sprinkled into the air was already suspended in the air under the pull of the magic power, and they dispersed around everyone like mist, and then emitted a faint fluorescence, this faint light slightly illuminated the dim space around them, in the fluorescence of the powder, some chaotic light and shadow gradually appeared, but gradually disappeared after a few seconds. There was no vivid image in the light.

Unfortunately, most of the shadows are very, very thin, those are not even the undead, just a little reverberation of the soul when it dissipates, they just drift in the air blankly, but the real soul is long gone.

Such an eerie camp, with countless invisible spirits roaming among the ruined streets and houses, Roger, who was still a corrupt monster like a zombie just now, is now particularly cowardly.

"It seems that not all members of the reconnaissance team have been corrupted and possessed by those shadow gods, and many have been killed in battle, wait a minute, the corpses of those people ......." Thinking of this, Roger's mind suddenly recalled the greasy ashes that spread all over the ground of the camp, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

Obviously, corrupted monsters don't do such a thing as burning corpses, so it means that humans have been here, or...... It's still here!

"Senua, wait a minute, don't get too far away from me. Roger's serious tone startled Senua, but Roger quickly handed over a water balloon with an embarrassed expression, "Also, take one and wash your hands, don't ask why." ”

Roger finally noticed the girl's movements, and asked from afar, "Senua, what are you doing?"

Roger waved his hand to lift the topic away. He looked thoughtfully at the seemingly empty small square around him: "It seems that there are a lot of spirits entrenched in this camp. "Book it

Senna let out a regretful "oh" and began to lead the way in front of the crowd with her eyes wide. Her eyes glowed with gold, and the invisible, invisible things in the lost town continued to emerge and fade in her vision. In front of other people. There was only a dark mist on the town's paths, but in Senua's eyes, there were translucent shadows that flickered from time to time.

"There seemed to be something different about the tent, there was no sign of a haunting soul. ”

The tent was dark, and everything was covered in an ominous gray-black that seemed to absorb light, and Senna held the claws of flame that could not illuminate the surface of the furniture no matter how close she was to it. Roger stepped into the house after Senua, the moaning of the stale planks being trampled and deformed, and by the dim light of the fire, he could see the rudimentary layout and furnishings.

There were only a few rough rolls of animal skins in the tent, which seemed to be beds or something, and on a thick pillar in the center of the tent hung some artifacts with iron hooks that could not be seen in their original shape and purpose, one of which seemed to be an oil lamp, but the oil in it had long since dried up. Walking in this tent, a strange smell as if something was burning wafted into people's nostrils from all directions, Senna had a keen sense of smell, and she frowned again and again because of this strange smell: "Ahem...... What does this smell like? ”

Roger then followed, his eyes glowing faintly in the dark, "What did you find?"

"It's no different from a normal tribal tent, the air smells, but there's no telling what the owner of the house was doing before the tent was abandoned. Senna pointed to the objects that hung from the central column, "The things used for work have been left in the house, including things that can be used for self-defense, such as sickles and axes, have not been touched, and there is no sign of a fight elsewhere, and it seems that all the houses have been abandoned in peace." ”

Senna led the way, and Roger stood by her side almost every step of the way, and he was a competent bodyguard when he wasn't intimidating.

"If I have to say it, it doesn't feel like it's a makeshift camp for a scouting team, but it's ..... It's more like a tent in a tribe. Senna said with a frown.

"Tsk, I'm a little panicked now. Roger rubbed his arms and muttered, he had experienced many things that were a hundred times more dangerous than here, but sometimes danger was not the same thing as scary - the atmosphere and weirdness of this camp made people feel creepy, and they didn't feel much when they first came in, but as they stayed here longer and longer, everything here exuded an inexplicable and grotesque atmosphere, and Roger also felt more and more unsteady in his heart.

Probably because of the ubiquitous spirits that give me goosebumps.

"Wait a minute..... What's that!" Roger was hesitating to leave when Senna suddenly pointed to the corner of the tent.

It was a strange shadow, black like a dirty lump of mud, but with a roughly human appearance. The mass of black ash appeared at the tent door and shook it, then clumsily walked in as if it were returning home from the door.

The shadow drops a lot of ash and dust with every step it takes. As it got closer, the gray mass underwent an incredible change: its appearance fell off to reveal the clothes and skin underneath, and the upper part of the gray mass slowly revealed the outline of human facial features, and by the time "it" walked into the tent, it was almost a complete and clear human form.

Roger and the others each held their weapons and watched this strange "thing" curiously and vigilantly all the way, until "it" finally turned into a young boy with a young face.

The boy who emerged from the sludge looked to be only five or six years old, dressed in loose animal skins—perhaps smaller from the clothes of his elders. He seemed to be in a trance when he first shed his ashes, but soon he came to his senses and looked at the two people in front of him in amazement.

After being stunned for a few seconds, the boy suddenly let out a short exclamation, then turned around and ran out of the house!

Roger reacted immediately: "Catch him!"

"Smack!"

Senna was so close to the door that she grabbed the boy and knocked him down. Roger was shocked when he saw this scene, he said in his heart that he was so rude to dealing with children, did this girl ever have the shadow of being bullied by bear children?

Fortunately, the boy was just slapped out by Senna, but when he turned over, he stood up again like no one else.

Senna decisively went up to subdue him before the other party ran away again, and then dragged his loot back to Roger as if he had merit: "Caught!"

The boy who was dragged by Senna looked at Roger with a frightened expression, and his voice was high-pitched: "Don't kill me...... It has nothing to do with me here!"

Roger tried hard to keep a straight face: "Your surname, your name, where are you from, where are you going, how many people are in the family, how many acres of land per capita, how many cows are in the field, you say, you say it quickly." ”

The boy craned his neck in fear, not fully understanding Roger's old joke, but replied timidly, "I...... I'm a sinner of the tribe, I'm ...... No name. ”