Across the dense bushes, Adams frowned and reached out to wipe away the prickly pentagonal leaves that had fallen on his clothes, the edges of which were sharp and brought a slight sting to his body. Jim, beside him, didn't care, and let the barbed leaves hang on the light yellow linen clothes and even his hair, forming patches of different shades, like a funny clown.

The autumn sky is like a crystal clear sapphire, beautiful and immaculate. Without the shade of clouds, the sun warmly shone on the earth, dispelling the gloom in the air. But unfortunately, the haze in people's hearts is buried even more deeply, so deep that the gods above the stars cannot see through it, or the noble gods do not bother to understand the minds of mortals.

"It's here," the shriveled weeds crackled at Adams' feet, and he looked helplessly at his excited companion.

Jim excitedly looked at the mess in front of him, then shook his shoulders and gently shook off the colorful patches that were attached to his body. A big stride stepped forward, flipping the corpses on the ground, trying to admire the knight's superb combat skills.

Autumn temperatures were not high, and Adams roughly estimated that the temperature of the cemetery was between 3 and 6 degrees Celsius during the day and even lower at night, so in this environment, the corpses did not decompose quickly, and luckily avoided becoming an excellent breeding ground for the plague.

It's better to bury it quickly. What flashed through my mind was such a nonsensical thought. Adams smiled bitterly, it seems that the fusion of souls before still has a great impact on him, but don't let others easily see any clues.

He tried to imagine what the original Adams would do, and then he burst into laughter. The original little guy would probably hide behind the tall pine trees behind him, and watch his partner messing around with a panicked face, right? Forget it, he is not an actor, and such a difficult performance will definitely be full of loopholes, and it is easier to arouse the vigilance of others.

Jim, a stupid guy, shouldn't be able to see it, right? Speculating maliciously about the boy in front of him who jumped up and down and let out incomprehensible exclamations from time to time. Adams followed, again observing some of the details he hadn't had had time to look at that day.

This time he was going to focus on the bodies of unknown causes of death without fatal injuries, which he was interested in as a scientific supremacist, a man who had some education in the medical field. But immediately Adams was stunned, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Gone, the bodies gone!

Adams was about to scream, how could it be, what the hell was going on? A creepy feeling rushed straight to his brain, and in this cool autumn, Adams's head was drenched with sweat the size of a soybean, wiped off one and then rolled out the next.

That night, those strange corpses were clearly here, and although the grotesque things of that day put him in a state of trance, making him unable to remember the precise location of the corpses, Adams clearly remembered that they were there. What is this all about?

Calm down, calm down, I want to be calm. Wiping away from a cold sweat, Adams forced himself to scan everything around him with composure. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he staggered three steps to the nearby weeds, crouched down and examined them carefully.

It was a very common weed, the only difference was that it seemed to have bent marks left by the pressure of a heavy object, and the marks were large and evenly packed, indicating that it was not caused by stampede. What could it be, could it be? There was a lost corpse on it.

Carefully pushing aside the grass, Adams carefully examined the soil below, reached out and touched it a few times, and sure enough, unlike the soft soil around him, the soil under the grass was slightly too compact. Adams exhaled a cloudy breath carefully, slightly relaxed his tumbling arm, and continued to fumble.

Lowering his head and touching it for a long time, Adams' hand stiffened, as if he had touched a small prismatic thing. He quickly took the thing out of the grass and put it in the palm of his hand, and examined it carefully.

It was a milky white crystal, not very hard, similar to the texture of glass, emitting a faint fluorescence. There seemed to be something cloudy flowing in the crystal, but when people looked closely, there was no movement, and people couldn't help but suspect that they were just dazzled.

It's a nice gadget, but unfortunately it's not what I want. Adams reluctantly put the crystal in his pocket and sighed slightly.

In fact, he had been looking for any traces of dragging on the land, so that he could determine where the lost bodies had gone, but unfortunately after a long search, he did not find anything valuable, much to Adams' dismay.

Automatically ignoring Jim, who didn't know what he was doing, Adams pulled himself together and searched for the second and third suspect sites...... The same traces of oppression, the same compact soil, but then nothing was found, Ya searched again and again, but in the end it was all fruitless, and finally he picked up three more beautiful crystals like the one just now.

He squatted on the ground with some difficulty, panting slightly. The smell of the soil wafted faintly in the nostrils, the back was already wet with sweat, and the stomach had a bad churning feeling, all of which told of the exhaustion of the body.

Failure, too much of a failure. A sense of frustration fermented in his heart, but then a deeper, more concrete fear followed. It was the fear of mystery and the unknown. Adams couldn't help but shudder, if there was really any curse in this cemetery, then it was very likely that he would not be able to get out of it, maybe he would be the next one who died in an unknown and strange way, or maybe ......

No, there was another clue that Adams suddenly seemed to have caught something, it was the cross, and if there was any curse, it was the most likely thing to be associated with among the things present, but what could he find on his own, he knew nothing about the occult. Thinking like this, the heart that had just been excited instantly sank to the bottom again.

Just as he was thinking hard, Adams felt his neck tighten, a sharp and hard thing firmly against his throat, the blade stabbed his neck painfully, and it seemed that no matter how hard he exerted himself, he would feel intimately that the distance from death was only a thin line. Adams's freshly collected sweat came out like a stream again.

"Ignorant and cowardly poor creature, why do you disturb the peace of the dead?" a hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded behind him, with a little anger, questioning the purpose of the visitor, as if he was going to pay the price of blood in the next moment.

However, Adams breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and gave the man behind him a heavy elbow blow, but gave the other party a butterfly-like light maneuver and easily dodged it.

He glared at Jim, who was grimacing at him with a hippie smile with the loot in his hand, and scolded loudly: "Are you stupid, scared your uncle to death!"

Jim probably didn't understand Adams' unique swearing technique, but he could sense Adams' anger from his look. He chuckled, and slashed twice at the air with the broken curved sword in his hand, making a whirring wind.

Whistling in recognition of his superb swordsmanship, Jim laughed twice at Adams, "Don't be angry coward, come with me, I've found something good." ”