Through the windows on the second floor, López could barely see what was going on, but the undead had not dispersed, and they surrounded the room where López was.

But it seemed that the damned undead had lost their intention to attack, and just stood and hung in place, and of course, López still had no way to get out of the room.

But he couldn't cower here all the time, his stomach was already empty, and there was nothing in the room to be used as food.

If this stalemate continues, he will starve to death here sooner or later.

Although he really didn't want to end his life miserably in this way, there was no good way for him to escape safely right now, and all he could do now was to sleep for a while to reduce his physical exertion.

It's a little longer to live, and maybe hope will come in the next moment.

This comes from the teachings of an experienced old hunter.

Thinking about it, López leaned gently against the wooden wall behind him, and after a while fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the window, the sad undead are still wandering tirelessly, the dark clouds squeeze the sky, hiding the blue eyes just now, and the heavy seems to be falling, and the whole world has become quite quiet, but this silence is extremely oppressive.

The indifferent wind shuttled violently, the weak flowers and plants had already trembled, and the majestic rain poured down, and in an instant, the whole town became white.

The sound of crackling rain woke López from his sleep, and he gently rubbed his aching head, although the short sleep had refreshed him, but the headache did not ease at all.

Sighing, he got up and looked out the window, the sky had already darkened, and the figures of the undead around him had disappeared without a trace.

Out of caution, López watched for a while to make sure there was no sign of the undead before jumping down from the second floor.

The town of Davos is basically grassy, and the rain trapped on the grass makes the ground quite wet, and the sweet fragrance of flowers in the air quietly drifts along with the heavy rain, and now it is fresh after the rain.

Although the surroundings are quite dark, there is no problem in getting a good view of the surroundings.

Turning his head slightly, López suddenly noticed that a dim light not far away was constantly flickering in the darkness, as if it was going to go out at any time.

The discovery made him extremely excited, and in the unadulterated darkness, any light would appear unusually dazzling.

But people are different from people, some people will choose to extinguish the dazzling light in order to hide the essence, while others will chase it and see him as hope.

Because he was too excited, López didn't notice his feet, and then tripped over a protrusion on the ground, but fortunately, López stabilized his body in time, otherwise he would inevitably fall.

Exhaling, López looked back suspiciously, but the light was so dim that he could barely see a silhouette, and in order to see more clearly, he had to lean back slowly.

Eventually, the whole picture of the thing finally came into López's eyes, a man who was already drenched and unconscious.

Raising his hand and rubbing his nose, he cautiously stepped forward and pushed the man who fell to the ground, but the man did not react in the slightest, if it weren't for the heaving of his chest, otherwise López would have thought it was just a corpse.

Confused, López continued to walk towards the light, but to his surprise, there were unconscious people all over the way.

Finally, López came to the place where the light was, and the church looked a little old, but unlike the church in Azzerito, it had not been renovated, so it looked a little dilapidated.

After silently commenting on the church, López pushed the door open and walked in.

The church is very large, but there is no light from the lights inside, but it is unusually dim, and it seems that the lights should be in the depths of the church.

With the moonlight, López will not lose all his vision.

The scene inside the church was very different from the simplicity and sacredness of the outside, and as soon as he entered, López saw a priest covered in blood collapsed next to a huge statue.

Stunned, López raised his feet and leaned over slowly, he reached out to probe the priest's snort, but unfortunately, his body had already stiffened, and he should have been dead for a long time.

With a sigh, López got up and continued to walk inside, the huge church was full of traces of fighting, and his footsteps did not stop.

Inside, there were not only the bodies of priests, but also the bodies of people who looked like civilians in their clothes.

A closer look reveals that the pastor in front of him was brutally murdered with little resistance.

"Didn't you perceive the danger at first?" López muttered, otherwise with the strength of a priest, it would not be easy for these people to get his hands on it.

They took advantage of the priest's lack of hand-to-hand combat.

Because Tel Aviv took in Milo, López still has a good impression of the profession of priest, although he has to admit that Tel Aviv has taken a fancy to Milo's talent, but it does solve a big problem for him.

After feeling a little sorry for the priests, López raised his feet and moved on.

After walking for a while, López found a room with a hidden door, the first room he had found in the church, which was not as large as Azzrito's, but the hall was twice the size of Azzerito.

López squeezed the hilt of his sword tightly with his right hand, then pressed his left hand against the door, and gently opened the door to make sure that there was nothing threatening inside, and then López let his guard down.

Well, he'd have to admit that the damn undead had over-nerded him.

The room was full of bookshelves and books, and there was a table in the left corner.

López first took a few books from the shelf, and after flipping through them casually, he felt a little bored, and put the books back untouched, and López walked to the table in the corner.

One of the legs of the table was broken, but it was still standing against the wall, and there were three corpses next to the table, two of which belonged to the priest and one of which looked like the corpses of civilians.

Blood stained the wall in front of López blood-red.

There was a mess of bloody footprints on the ground that López hadn't noticed just now, leading to the doorway, and at the table, a flower that could be found everywhere outside the town of Davos was abandoned.

There were also two or three white grainy things scattered next to it that had been found on the second floor of a wooden house before.

Not far away, there was a bloodstain in the shape of a half-footprint and half-flower.

Then, López crouched down and picked up the abandoned flower and gently placed it on the front of the bloodstain, which coincided perfectly.

The blood stain was clear, and it looked like it took a lot of effort to step on it.

Immediately afterward, López picked up the flower again and put it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

The only difference between this flower and the outside is that it doesn't have the white grains in the stamens.