"Bang!"

The door slammed shut behind him, and the basket of flowers hanging from the door for decoration swayed as if it were about to fall, and after a few seconds, the shaking stopped, and the basket still hung from the door, but it was a little more crooked than before.

Ryan stepped down the porch, empty-handed.

He stood on the aisle in front of the door, looking up at the sky.

At noon, the sun hangs overhead, and when the sun sets, it is blown by the cool breeze blowing from the surface of the sea of stars, and there is a little less heat, and the breath of the moist sea floats in the air.

It's lunchtime, and Ryan is kicked out the door.

Because he refused to sign the contract, his uncle's family blackened their faces all of a sudden, and staying for lunch must not have existed, as for Ryan's request, of course, he was also rejected angrily, saying that it was a rain leak some time ago, and the rain poured into the basement, and the letters left by Ryan's mother were all wet with rain and were taken out by James and thrown away.

Lie!

This must be a lie!

It's just to vent your anger!

He didn't achieve his goal, but Ryan had no regrets.

Last night's attack and Lonzo's performance today illustrate one thing, that is, the presence of the teenager is getting in the way of someone, and the mastermind behind the attack wants to expel the teenager from Reims City, and it is because the teenager did not sign that contract some time ago that there was last night's attack.

It doesn't end there.

Until the goal is achieved, the person behind the scenes will definitely take action.

Lonzo ......

What exactly is the role of this cheap cousin in this matter?

Is it a pawn that is being used, or is it more deeply involved?

It doesn't matter!

Ryan smiled and left.

......

The church is on a hillside.

The slopes of the mountains rise and fall on the banks of the Reims, the mountains are full of green trees, there are mountain roads that hover up and down in the shade, and the chirping of birds and insects echoes in the wind.

Ryan stood at the bottom of the hill, lifted the brim of his top hat, and looked up at the silent mountains, frowning slightly.

The sun shone warmly from behind the clouds, shining on the entire mountain, gilding the green mountain, but Ryan did not feel the slightest warmth, and in the place where the green trees were not hidden, the dense tombstones were like sardines in the boxes of the harbor fish stalls, and the mountains were all over the mountain.

This is a cemetery.

Humans on Earth often have an attitude of disgust and awe of death.

Just like on Earth, the cemetery is considered unclean in the eyes of the natives of this world.

Whether it is in France, the Berne Empire in the northeast, or the British Kingdom in the Sea of Stars, there are many terrifying legends related to ghosts, and in the memory of young Ryan, these legends are not necessarily stories.

Therefore, the cemetery must be near the church.

Only the Holy Light of the Heavenly Father can dispel the evil qi and suppress the Yin Spirit, so that the deceased can rest in peace and will not linger in the world.

The boy's mother is buried here, and for this he spends five louis a year for the church, otherwise his mother's bones will be taken out of the cemetery, and in that case, his mother's soul will not be at peace, and she may return to the world as a ghost, haunting you and dying.

There is no empirical evidence for such claims, but no one dares to test them.

As long as there is money to spare, these five louis cannot be saved.

There is no one in the mountains, only the dead.

Ryan walked through the cemetery with a solemn expression.

He felt a chill.

This has nothing to do with the temperature, but an indescribable feeling, like the surface of the skin sticking to the yin wind from the yellow spring, with a chilling aura.

There are many tombstones, layered on top of each other, like a labyrinth.

Ryan walked through in silence, and soon, came to a tombstone.

The boy does not have many memories of his mother, and as time passes, his mother's impression becomes more and more blurred, and even, he can no longer remember what his mother looks like, however, the feeling of being in his mother's arms has always existed and remained the same.

That was the little warmth that the boy felt in this cruel world.

Ryan took out a handkerchief from his bosom and gently wiped the tombstone to remove the dust and dirt from the tombstone, and finally, the dark granite tombstone became shiny, and the letters on it were clearly visible.

Linda Bell.

A kind person, rest here!

Holding the cold tombstone in his hand, feeling the chill, Ryan closed his eyes.

The memories of the teenager kept washing over his mind.

Some emotions are hard to forget and can't be shielded.

He could only feel it quietly.

I don't know how long it took for him to open his eyes.

White fog fills the air.

It's just a short moment, the interval between opening and closing his eyes, the entire cemetery is also covered by a thick white fog, Ryan can only see the tombstone in front of him, and a little farther away, his vision is swallowed by the white fog.

What's going on?

It reminded him of last night's nightmare.

If the nightmare comes true, it is reality.

Right now......

This white mist in the sky suddenly descended like a white fog that exists forever......

Is it reality? or is it an illusion?

Ryan couldn't tell.

However, instead of panicking, he closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, stood with his feet shoulder to shoulder, and placed his hands on his lower abdomen, as if holding a round ball, and soon his mind calmed down.

Mysterious and mysterious!

In the mist, there was a sound.

The sound is changing, like waves from far to near.

At first, it was inaudible, like the breath of a mosquito, then it became slightly larger, as if a spring silkworm was gnawing on mulberry leaves, then it became a sobbing sound, like the sadness of losing a child in old age, and finally, the voice became sharper......

In my ears, someone was screaming.

The sound was so harsh that it felt like it was about to puncture the eardrum.

Ryan's eyes snapped open.

A face suddenly appeared in front of him, very close, as if he was close to himself through a mirror, and at that moment, Ryan's pupils couldn't help but shrink in his eye sockets.

It was an old woman.

An old woman in a black robe, with a black veil on her head, her face was wrinkled, and her green eyes were the same as those of a cat, but they were not clear, but very turbid, like a pool of algae floating in it.

The cold is awe-inspiring.

Rapid heartbeat.

The old woman opened her mouth suddenly, and her mouth opened wide, and soon, it took over the whole face, like a blooming trumpet flower, and the open mouth was larger than the whole face, and the scarlet tongue stretched out, like the snake letter of a poisonous snake, and licked towards Ryan's face.

Ordinary people, at this time, most of them have been scared to the core.

Hallucination?

When illusion is the same as reality, when you take illusion as reality, it is also real!

It's just as deadly!

Ryan let his tongue lick his face, even though the slippery and disgusting feeling on his face was real, his mind still did not waver in the slightest, and his mental power was highly concentrated, undulating like a wave with the rhythm of the spit.

A heart lamp.

Golden Flame.

In the flames of light, a book slowly unfolded.

The title page is halfway turned and not completely opened.

"Ahh

Screams that could puncture eardrums rang in my ears again.