After paying the wagon fare, López jumped down with his feet up.

After landing, he subconsciously looked ahead.

In front of me is a sea of flowers, full of fragrance, and wooden buildings are scattered in the sea of flowers.

Is he here at the right time? Is this the season when the flowers bloom in Davos?

But as the driver said, the town of Davos is truly stunning.

López's mood was brightened by the wonderful view, and he opened his mouth to breathe heavily, and the fresh air was even mixed with a little sweetness.

He couldn't help but sigh that this is worthy of being a holy place for travelers, and the beautiful scenery always makes people feel at ease to defend and disguise, and enjoy the peace of mind.

If only Aya could see it, he thought to himself.

After a moment of lingering outside the town, López reluctantly left, after all, he still had a task to do.

However, after wandering around the town for a while, López didn't see any human figures, which made him somewhat puzzled.

Although it is known that something strange has happened in the town of Davos, which has caused fewer travelers to go here, no one can say anything.

As he was thinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure not far away.

At this time, López couldn't think too much, so he raised his foot and hurriedly chased after him.

The figure moved very slowly, so López quickly caught up, and after a little gasp, he raised his hand and gently touched the man's shoulder: "Hello, do you know where Siris is?"

As the words fell, the surroundings fell into silence for a moment, and López could even hear his heartbeat clearly, but the figure did not respond for a long time.

The moment of silence made López's heart climb up a little uneasy, and with a little force in his hand, the man was directly broken by him.

But his positive appearance startled López.

His face was strangely pale, his facial features had already been distorted, his head seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, half of his head had collapsed, and his body was still dripping down.

Surprise caused López to quickly step back, pulling out the sword at his waist.

But then the sight of the person began to slowly disappear, and the body was scattered like pollen in the wind.

After a while, there was no trace of the person's existence here.

Puzzled, López breathed a sigh of relief, and then gently thrust his sword back, but it was far from time to relax.

At this time, the surroundings became the same as before, without half a figure, quiet and depressing.

"Is that thing the undead?" said López, pinching his chin to himself, but he wasn't sure, after all, that kind of thing only exists in stories of adults scaring children.

From the very beginning, things seemed to be in an impasse that could not be broken, and the terrible silence around him made López a little irritable.

Something must be done, López thought, and ran to the nearest building, his leg lifting, and the wooden door shattered with a click.

His free left hand quickly climbed up to the hilt of his sword, and López walked in with his feet raised.

The situation in the room was not what he expected, there was no half a figure at all, and he didn't know whether to celebrate or be annoyed.

López sighed and turned to leave, but he suddenly caught a stop at a pile of torn pieces of paper on the table not far away.

Curiosity drove him to lean down and start to put together the fragmented notes in earnest, anyway, there was no clue about the matter, it was better to be serious about these little things.

After all the effort, López was finally able to barely understand the content of the note:

Oh, that damn Mireis actually reported me to the church, damn it, hope I ...... Heaven can see his ...... in the lake and these are your ...... I think you can do it well.

It looks like hiring someone to commit murder, but it doesn't provide López with any information.

Helpless, López had to leave, the eerie town unsettled him, and he couldn't see a single living person, his bounty mission couldn't be carried out at all, and staying here was just a waste of time.

With that in mind, López raised his feet and prepared to leave the place.

But as soon as he stepped out of the wooden door that he had kicked in, he suddenly noticed something strange, and the scenery in his previous memory seemed to have changed, of course, thanks to López's keen observation forced by years of hunting.

The smell of danger made López's hand clinging to the hilt of his sword.

At this time, he had lost his sense of direction, so he could only go straight in one direction, after all, the town was only that big, and under normal circumstances, he would definitely be able to get out.

But as he walked, a white figure hanging from a tree on the side of the road suddenly appeared.

Squinting his eyes, López drew his sword and walked cautiously towards the figure.

He didn't go far before the full picture of the figure came into Lopez's eyes.

The figure was a woman hanging from a tree, her tongue sticking out, her body had long since lost its blood, and it looked like she had been dead for a long time.

The corpses he encountered one after another sent chills down López's spine, but the corpses began to slowly decay in front of his eyes, and he could even smell the indescribable stench spreading in the air.

This caused López to jump backwards in order to distance himself from the corpse, which honestly didn't feel good.

The corpse slowly began to fade away after a deep decomposition, and like the previous corpse, there was not even a trace left in the end.

Things started to move in weirder ways.

The cool wind blew the flowers of the meadow, and an old note carrying time danced with the wind, and finally, it stopped on the open ground, which seemed quite lonely.

López lowered his head and picked up the note and looked at it, which read:

Notice of Sanction

Anna, together with her mistress, murdered her husband and was hanged according to the sacred institutions of the kingdom, which was to be carried out immediately.

"So that corpse should be the so-called Anna, what is this trying to express?" López muttered quietly, because there was no one to talk to him now.

But López doesn't want to be nosy now, he just wants to get out of this damn place quickly.

However, as soon as he turned around, the scenery in front of him changed again, but this did not affect López, and he continued to move in the direction he had just entered.

But within two steps, he saw that the door of the house not far away was broken, and yes, judging by the tragic condition of the door, it was López.

Exhaling, López ran in again in disbelief, the patchwork note on the table that seemed to still have his body temperature.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to face the fact that he was going around in circles.