The moment the eyes on the skull opened, a dark wind swirled violently in the basement. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Candles, oil lamps, and even the only electric light were extinguished.

The entire basement was plunged into darkness.

Only two spots of scarlet bloomed with a hideous light.

Is that...... The eyes of the skull!

"Be careful!"

The mutation startled John, but it didn't make the sheriff lose his mobility, and he pulled out a flintlock revolver and shot him in the head, pulling the old nun behind him.

John had not forgotten his promise to Led to protect the old nun.

However, things were somewhat unexpected.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Three shots in a row, all of which hit the center of the eyebrows of the head.

Although it was dark, the light of the skull's eyes gave John the best illumination, like a 'guiding light'.

It's just that the skull is unscathed!

The bullet hit it, and it was useless except for a few sparks splashed.

On the contrary, a cold sensation came from his hand and quickly spread all over his body.

Not the palm of the hand holding the gun!

Be...... Holding the old nun's palm.

"Isn't it?!"

The bad guess that welled up in his heart made John subconsciously want to let go.

But he held the old nun's hand as if it had been glued to it with super glue, and he couldn't let go no matter what.

And the coldness is getting deeper and deeper into the bone marrow.

With the coldness came a slippery, greasy liquid that ran down his neck without touching it, and with the experience of the police and the foul smell, he could tell it was blood.

Then the head appeared in front of John.

Necks intersect, eyes facing each other.

It's very intimate.

But if he could choose, John would never choose such an action.

Even the owner of this head was extremely young and beautiful when he was alive.

But there was only one head left, still soaked and swollen in the blood, and no one could look at it calmly.

At the same time, a question arose in John's mind.

Where did Sister Moni go?

As if to see John's confusion, his head showed an ugly smile, slightly offset, giving up enough vision.

Immediately, John saw the old nun.

The old nun whose head was beaten to pieces and fell in a pool of blood.

"This?!"

John froze in place.

Even though he is a sheriff with experience that ordinary people do not have, and has dealt with many vicious guys, the scene in front of him still has a great impact on John.

He actually killed the person he was trying to protect?!

How is this possible?!

The impact made John unsteady and his body shook.

And when the old nun, who had fallen in a pool of blood, staggered up from the ground, John was even more struck by lightning, and his mouth was open, his sharp teeth were exposed, and the head that was bitten towards his throat became blind.

Burst!

Blood spurted out.

Pain travels to the brain.

John instinctively touched his throat.

Just as his fingers touched the skin around his neck, the light came on!

Candles, oil lamps, and electric lights were on at the same time!

The entire basement was filled with light.

That crate is still a crate.

The corpses in the boxes are still corpses.

The skull was fixed there, and the eyes, though open, were a normal color, not scarlet.

The old nun prayed in a low voice, and a pale white light appeared on her.

"Merciful Bernadette, your radiance guards your devotees!"

"Merciful Bernadette, your brilliance protects the innocent!"

……

Looking at the white light, John quickly felt a sense of inner peace.

But everything that had just happened in my mind became clearer and clearer.

"What just happened?"

When the old nun's prayer stopped, John asked impatiently.

Even if he had seen the inhuman strength shown by Gong Lansen in the sewers, the scene in front of him was even more unforgettable.

The wave of gold formation is undoubtedly terrifying.

But moving corpses are even more terrifying.

Death, in essence, is the same.

But the fear of death is different, especially when it is related to corpses and the like, the fear will be magnified countless times.

"The wandering of restless souls."

"But ......"

The old nun stopped talking.

"But what?"

John asked.

"It is impossible for an ordinary soul to form such a power, and there are ......"

The old nun's words stopped again.

This made John more and more anxious.

"Sister Moni, can you finish it all at once?"

"I don't think hanging an appetite is something a nun should do!"

John said.

It could be seen that what had just happened, even bathed in the glow of the old nun's prayer, still made the sheriff feel deeply uneasy, otherwise he would not have asked in such a playful tone of hope and relaxation.

"Yes......"

The old nun's words stopped again.

This time it wasn't Sister Moni's own will, but something changed again.

It is not a corpse where the soul of the chest is laid to rest.

Rather, it's a little farther away, in a few rudimentary tin cabinets.

Where is this?

The morgue of the police station.

What's the last thing in a morgue?

Corpse.

The answer is obvious.

However, when he heard the sound of 'bell, bell' echoing in his ears, John the sheriff never felt disgusted with the morgue as he did now.

"Nun, what shall we do?"

Looking at the constantly shaking iron cabinet, John, who raised his hand and raised his pistol, asked urgently.

John knew that pistols were useless against these things, but what he could call a weapon in his hands was a pistol.

The old nun did not answer, but prayed again.

This prayer is much more confirmed than before.

Not only did she get down on her knees, but the old nun also drew a sketch on the ground.

From an onlooker's perspective, John can roughly tell that the painting is a sun that has just risen halfway above the horizon, and the sun shines on the fields, rivers, and hillsides.

"Merciful Bernadette, show the way for the bewildered souls to return......"

In the midst of the prayers, the simple paintings on the ground and the old nuns were shrouded in a faint light.

But the sound of the tin cabinet crashing did not go away.

Instead......

It's getting louder and louder.

After all, the gods are long gone.

How can they show the way for lost souls?

"Sister Moni, we need to leave!"

John looked at the already badly twisted tin cabinet, as if he saw a corpse that was about to pounce in the next moment, and pulled up the old nun without saying anything.

The prayer came to an abrupt end.

The old nun looked pained.

Nothing was more unacceptable to her than the scene in front of her.

The once great Lord of the Dawn is now unable to appease even a few lost souls......

Although not for the first time.

But each time it made the old nun feel hopeless.

Layer upon layer.

Again and again.

Like an abyss.

Bang!

The overwhelmed tin cabinet cracked in another blow.

Three corpses crawled out of it, and with a low roar, they rushed towards the old nun and the sheriff like wild beasts.

Without hesitation, the sheriff once again blocked the old nun behind him and raised the gun in his hand.

Even if he knows it's useless, he won't sit still.

However, the sheriff did not pull the trigger.

Because, a figure stood in front of him.

With a faint, but substantial, brilliance.

At the same time, the sketch on the ground suddenly lit up.

It was a tenfold, hundredfold light.

The corpses that rushed in, after coming into contact with the light, fell to the ground one after another, and there was no sign of any movement.

Everything settled down in the morgue.

All that remains is the brilliance that obscures all light.

Gentle and tenacious, unyielding, like the morning sun.

"Miko?!"