The depressing silence enveloped the entire town of Davos, the clouds in the sky moved slowly, slowly devouring the bright moon hanging high, and the faint flames kept swaying, as if they were about to be extinguished at any time.

But everything in Davos is still hidden in a thick fog, and it is impossible to find out its origin with the clues we have so far.

The night was long, but López didn't feel sleepy, it seemed that without the interruption of two guys, even sleep was so efficient.

Smiling helplessly, López glanced over at Able and saw that he was looking up at the ruins above him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Is the truth hidden in a sea of flowers?" López's voice echoed through the narrow space, unusually small in the eternal silence.

When the words fell, there was another silence.

"Maybe, or maybe not, I'm ashamed to say that so far I haven't found any record of any kind of flower. Able looked down at the worn-out staff in his hand before speaking softly.

This made López sigh, and then raised his hand to straighten his messy hair, and so far, all the evidence pointed to the flowers.

But what exactly those flowers did, or rather, what the effect was, although López had a million ideas in his mind, he didn't know at all which was real or perhaps, all fake.

While thinking about it, a small white bug slowly flew down on López's hand, which made him feel a little itchy, and subconsciously raised his other hand and decisively slapped the little bug to death.

Unexpectedly, however, the air suddenly diffused with a strange scent, which made López feel familiar.

"Wait. Able sniffed, sniffed carefully, and then said urgently, "It's the smell of those flowers." ”

This made López quickly stand up, and at the same time drew the long sword at his waist, preparing for a possible battle.

Able also stood up on his feet, and the wound seemed to be fine.

The tension in his heart made López turn his head and keep looking around, and after a while, he found again that there were four or five small white insects in the crack of the stone not far away, but before he could react, those few small white insects slowly disappeared.

The next moment, the undead's ugly whimper came one after another towards the place where the two of them were.

The cries of danger got closer and closer, and finally, they struck again, and then, with a "bang", the wreckage of the severed arm, which was isolated from the outside world, collapsed with a bang.

The whimpering sound that was getting closer and closer was unusually irritating.

"Can you still move?" López swung his sword at the undead at the front of him, then turned to Abel and asked.

However, Able didn't seem to have room to answer at all, he kept swinging his staff, and as he moved, a huge stone with an unstoppable knight rushed towards the ruins that opened the undead a bit.

With a bang, the boulder directly pushed the ruins up.

The number of undead was so large that it was difficult for López and Able to break through, but it didn't bother Abel, who swung his staff again, and then the water rushed the two and the undead out directly.

Fortunately, López was good in water and was not choked by the sudden water, and after touching the ground, López stood up directly, and then quickly ran to Abel not far away: "How do you feel?"

"My old bones are falling apart. Gragging López's outstretched hand, Abel barely stood up, but before he could rest for a while, the whimpering sound behind him sounded again.

"That doesn't look good, we need to get out of here. As he spoke, López's body responded quickly, but it was not difficult for him to escape safely, but Abel was a little difficult to say.

Originally, the priest's physical strength was not good, and Abel was already in his old age, so his speed was really not fast.

Seeing that the undead behind him were about to touch him, and then dragged him into the dark abyss, López reached out in time, he turned around and pulled him forward hard, and then he slowed down a little, and Abel landed firmly on his back.

For López now, carrying a person is basically effortless, at most a little slower, but it is completely enough to shake off the undead behind him.

As he ran, the whimpering behind him began to get quieter and quieter, which made López breathe a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he would be able to shake it off soon, he thought to himself.

But before he could be happy, Abel on his back motioned for him to stop.

Although López was full of doubts, he slowly stopped, and then put Able down.

"What's wrong?" López asked, turning his head.

But Abel did not answer, but looked back.

This made López subconsciously follow his gaze and look away, only to find that the undead behind him had long disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

The surrounding scene is still strange.

With a complaining cry, López looked up into the sky, the clouds moved slowly, and the moon, which had been engulfed for a long time, suddenly jumped out and lit up the earth.

Then, he turned his head to look at the scarlet moon not far away, and Abel and López were all shocked by the sight before them, and they were stunned and at a loss.

"What the hell is this?" López muttered softly.

"Lord, have mercy on the world. Able clenched the staff in his hand and prayed solemnly.

Although López didn't feel that it made any sense, he didn't interrupt, but crouched down and took a closer look at the flowers next to him through the moonlight.

It seems that the stamens of those flowers have been destroyed by heavy rain, and the ground is covered with white granular things stained with rainwater.

As López was thinking, a small white bug flew in front of his eyes, which made him stand up to check the bug's whereabouts, only to find that there was only one moon left in the sky.

Behind them, one by one, the undead attacked the two again.

"It seems that the Lord did not hear your prayers. López teased casually, then picked up Able and continued to run away.

The undead behind him were still in hot pursuit, and López couldn't stop himself.

"We have to find a solution, otherwise if we continue like this, we will not be bitten to death, but we will also be exhausted. López reluctantly looked back and observed the distance between himself and the undead.

"Rumor has it that only the moon in the underworld is red, isn't it?" said Able's tone was full of doubt, and even he wasn't sure if his words were true.

"The Underworld?" López asked to himself, and then he seemed to have made a decision.

"It seems that we can only go to the ruins to find a way to escape, and this is not the way to go. López presented his thoughts to Abel.

Abel on his back looked at the undead chasing behind him and sighed: "This may be a point of no return. ”

"Not now?" López asked with a smile.