Located in the southwest corner of Dawn Peak, this "abode of the dead" is so low-key that it has no above-ground buildings at all, and the entire building is below the horizon.

"Follow me. ”

Vincent leads the way, Levi follows behind, and the two descend a spiral-shaped staircase, which looks like there is no end in the mist, like a one-way street to hell.

Levi covered his nose and carefully breathed through his mouth, feeling that his nose no longer belonged to him.

The sinkhole is swirling with mist, the product of hundreds of years of precipitation of moisture, corpse gas, smoke miasma, necromantic breath, etc., and this thing should be the "olfactory destroyer" if it can be called.

Levi carefully adjusted his breathing and looked around.

In the depths of the mist, the silhouette of the black building looms, like a giant dripping beast with its head hovering over, and in the ears, the mournful and long song of the undead lingers, making people feel uncomfortable.

I don't know how long later, after a long twist and turn, Levi's feet finally fell to the ground again, and he actually gave birth to a strange feeling of "peace of mind".

"What the hell?"

He looked around, the pit was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the bottom covered a huge area, and a large complex of buildings could be faintly seen in the mist, undulating and endless like mountains.

"Levi, follow me, don't go the wrong way. Vincent beckoned in front of him, and instructed with a serious expression, "If you take the wrong path in this place, you will probably die." ”

Judging by his expression, this is definitely not alarmist.

"Understood. Levi nodded, put away his thoughts for the moment, and followed Vincent closely.

"See that white building in the form of an ancient temple? it's Mr. Wren's 'Round Table of Corpses', in which lies his necromantic creations, and I heard that there are even corpse witches and bone dragons in them!" Vincent acted as a tour guide, his eyes lit up with an undisguised yearning, "One day, I will create a work of art of that calibre." ”

Vincent's face was so radiant that Levi thought of Blaise when he was talking about opera.

"Is this what is called an 'ideal'?" he was a little touched and asked himself, "What do I like?" Well, like Yoshihiko the Brave, I like ...... Well, forget it, that's just a hobby, not an ideal. ”

Soon, the two arrived at their destination, which also gave Levi a glimpse of what it means to be "ideal is very plump, reality is very skinny".

Vincent's abode is not even a "house", to be precise, a simple earthen shed.

The gatekeeper—if the worn-out curtain could call it a door—was a clear glass jar filled with a dark formalin-like solution with a bare head floating in the solution.

Oddly enough, it is common sense that a head soaked in liquid would become bloated, but the one in front of it was dry, thin, skinny.

"Watching the door with a specimen of a head? Is it a scare, or is it just some kind of bad taste?"

Levi leaned close to the tank suspiciously, trying to get a closer look at the head, but the head, which had been closed with its eyes closed, suddenly opened its eyes, and its eyes were fierce, facing him.

"Shhh

"A new visitor? Oh, a man?"

Although the head was unable to speak, soaked in an unknown liquid, he made a sound in soul waves, like radio signals, directly echoing in Levi's mind. His questioning was aggressive, with a burst of shells, one sentence after another.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Hmph, it's a bachelor at first glance!"

"What is the grade, and what is the overall ranking among the students in the same class?"

"Huh, weakling!

"What kind of magical equipment do you have?"

"Hey, still a poor ghost!"

......

After a series of "soul tortures" that hit the heart, the head had an arrogant expression and gave a solution: "Release me and let me guide you!" I can rewrite your destiny, let you grow into the world's top powerhouse, marry the most moving beauty, and walk to the pinnacle of life!"

Levi covered his head, dizzy from this series of mental attacks, and Vincent came over to relieve the siege, grabbed the glass jar and shook it up and down: "Hmph, I won't care about you for a while, and I'll be abducted and deceived in the pit again, be honest with me!"

"You, you're insulting a true master!" "The head was foggy, obviously dizzy, but still stiff-mouthed, "You don't know what you've missed, one day, you'll regret it!"

"Sorry, this thing, I call it 'Chattering Heads'. Vincent didn't stop, turned his head and apologized, "This is what my brother found during an expedition to the ruins, and he thought it was useless, so he gave it to me and gave it to me as an experiment to study the necromantic properties." ”

As he spoke, the head fainted, rolling its eyes and spitting bubbles, floating in the dark liquid.

"But," Vincent said with a skeptical expression, "I suspect it's not a necromantic creature at all, as you saw earlier, it's just too 'vibrant.'" ”

"Hasn't it introduced itself with so much talk?" asked Levi, rubbing his temples, curiously.

"Richard, it only says that its name is Richard, is a master. Vincent looked disdainful and said with a blank eye, "That's it, what kind of master is it?"

Li Wei also shook his head with a smile, and secretly teased in his heart: Is it a master of success? soul torture, selling anxiety, this guy is playing perfectly......

......

The curtain was only halfway open, and Levi's vision saw a huge stitched monster body, attracting all his attention.

It was pale-skinned, fat and muscular, its head drooping to the left, a large slit on the right side of its neck, and its flesh turned out. It reclined on a metal table, but it was so large that Levi didn't even see it at first glance.

Levi looked up and down, and suddenly understood something, and glanced at Vincent deeply: "Double-ended stitching monster?"

He saw the other party's intentions.

"It's easy to chat with smart people," Vincent smiled and nodded, and after a pause, there was a bit of solemnity in his expression, "Our Collins family is a well-known 'necromantic noble', especially good at creating necromantic creatures, and even the clan language is 'the dead live forever'." However, family inheritance is both a gift and a shackle, drawing invisible rules and regulations, so that everyone can only move within the box, and lose vitality. ”

He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "My brother and I are here to break the family's stereotypes and create new stitching monsters!"

"Double-headed stitch monster, is that one of your attempts?" Levimo rubbed his chin, his gaze wandering back and forth over the huge body, his thoughts jumping.

"Yes, it's called 'Night Horror'. Vincent nodded and asked sincerely, "You have the experience of becoming a two-headed ogre, and I would like you to give some advice." ”

"I have a question, does the stitching monster have a soul?" Levi pondered for a moment, asking a crucial question.

While battling the plague, he noticed that the plague had a certain sense of self, but its intelligence was extremely low, even inferior to that of a wild beast, and it was almost entirely instinctive.

"Yes, but not quite. Vincent pondered his words, explaining as accurately as he could, "Its soul is 'stitched' from the soul fragments we have collected, which is equivalent to some kind of 'synthetic soul'. Therefore, the suture monster has a weak ability to think, is not afraid of pain and death, and has far more animal instinct than wisdom. ”

"Oh," Levi asked, with a blank expression, "is that two-headed stitch one soul, or two souls?"

"Of course it's two!" Vincent puffed up two fingers and gushed, "Two souls, which means double the ability to think, a wider field of vision, and faster reflexes......"

"Wait!" Levi interrupted him with his right palm and shook his head repeatedly, "The situation you described is under the premise that the two are tacitly cooperating. ”

"Is there a problem?" Vincent was still immersed in the blueprint he had sketched, a little unconscious.

"I'll just say it, this situation will never happen. Levi thought about it for a while, and simply pointed out the problem to the point, so that the other party's hot head cooled down a little.

"Why?" Vincent said in confusion.

"When I turned into a two-headed ogre, the two wills kept arguing, and my head almost exploded. Levi unconsciously touched the right side of his neck, "And I'm pretty sure that both wills come from the same soul of mine." There are two souls in your body of the night terror, and their quarrels, containment, and mutual interference will be even stronger, not only will there be no gain, but it will seriously drag down the combat power!"

"Wait, that's just one of the possibilities. Vincent's face changed dramatically.

He already believed it in his heart, but there was still luck, after all, it was a fantasy to be pointed out that he had adhered to the route for so long, and no one could turn the corner for a while.

"It's not just a theory, it's definitely going to be a reality. ”

Although he couldn't bear it, the long pain was better than the short pain, and Levi decided to be ruthless and break the other party's illusions.

"Think for yourself, when two different Stitchers appear on the battlefield, will they work together?" he asked rhetorically.

Vincent's face changed again, and he became as pale as paper.

"That's it," Levi nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Even two different stitching monsters can't work together, and if they are placed on the same body, their mutual constraints will only be multiplied!"

Vincent was silent, and after a long time, he forced a laugh and said, "Levi, it's my whim...... It's a pity that I didn't meet you sooner, so I wasted so much time on the wrong path. ”

His face grew paler.

"Vincent, don't be discouraged, failure is the mother of success. Levi patted the other party's shoulder and comforted him.

"Don't worry, I won't be discouraged. Vincent shook his head and smiled wryly, "It's just that we have to find a new path again......

Levi was a little unbearable, his head was at full speed, and he fell into deep thought.

"Wait, maybe you're not on the wrong path. He thought of something, and suddenly his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he smiled, "It's just that it needs to be adjusted slightly......"

"What do you think?" said Vincent.

"It's not complicated. The corners of Levi's lips turned up, "As long as you find the correct positioning of the role of the stitching monster, then it will be fine." ”

"Role positioning?" Vincent was at a loss.