The monk fell into great grief, and the piety of the priest before his death seemed to be commendable.

His eyes glistened with water, as if he was grieving the loss of a faithful believer.

Song Qingxiao lowered his eyes, but out of the corner of his eye, he was paying attention to this old man coldly, seeing his true feelings at this time, he couldn't help but overturn his definition of the six saints at the beginning.

Judging from the behavior of saints, elves, and monks, they did not look like cold-blooded, ruthless, or even treacherous people.

They are not good at refusing other people's requests, and even respond to a few slightly 'blunt' requests made by themselves.

While on the road, Number Four speaks very offensively, and several of the trialists are nothing more than 'newcomers', very different from the saints of the revered status in the trial scene.

But No. 4's question and attitude were aggressive, but the saint did not reprimand from above, but was forced to be anxious, so she retorted without momentum.

Even judging from the fact that the monk showed the true feelings of the 'Holy Father' at this time, he did not look like a man who had lived through several wars and lived for more than three hundred years.

If it weren't for the fact that they were good at disguising, and their acting skills were so realistic that they were unrecognizable, the monks and others in front of them were more like a group of lambs that had been raised for hundreds of years, with a bit of faith and loyalty that seemed a little green in Song Qingxiao's eyes.

This must be a delusion!

She frowned. The nineteen ordinary survivors who were brought by them must have had an effect on them, and judging from their squeaky performance, the guess of the red-haired man No. 4 was not true.

These people have lived for more than 300 years, which should not be underestimated.

Even if she has been cultivating for a long time, her strength has reached the realm of distraction, and she has experienced several trials, which can be regarded as a little experience.

Compared with these treacherous and slippery people, in fact, the experience is still very shallow, and if there is a little negligence, it is very likely to bring serious consequences.

The scene in front of the monk was moved to tears, probably just trying to numb her vigilance.

Thinking of this, her eyes flashed, and when she was about to speak, her divine sense suddenly caught a trace of movement.

'Whew-'

An extremely light sound came into her mind, as soft as the night breeze blowing slightly on the roof of the church, and did not attract the attention of the three silent saints.

"Who?"

Song Qingxiao's eyes shrank and he shouted.

Her words were like a thunderbolt that woke up the three people who were immersed in grief.

The monk's hand shook and he raised his head, his face confused, obviously puzzled by her words.

Their cultivation methods were very unique, and they even possessed powerful enough to spy on the divine consciousness of the two Distraction Realm cultivators, but they didn't seem to be able to use this kind of spiritual power.

The church was so quiet that it could be heard that only the echo of Song Qingxiao could be heard.

There was no one around except for the coffin that was still in place.

After a while, the three saints exchanged a helpless look, and they all felt that perhaps it was because Song Qingxiao's spirit was too tense that there were hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

"Looks like it happened ten days ago." The monk sighed, and after realizing that it was just a 'false alarm', he quickly returned to his notebook.

The last time recorded in the diary was exactly ten days ago.

This reminded the monk that when he was at the entrance of the village, Song Qingxiao guessed that the accident in the village would coincide for about half a month.

It's just how did she know that? The thought flashed through the monk's mind, and then the slightest doubt was quickly dispelled with guilt.

He regretfully closed the note in his hand:

"This is a faithful believer in the light, if we could have come ten days earlier—"

"Silence." Before the monk could finish speaking, Song Qingxiao's voice sounded again, interrupting his words.

"Song ......" Before the monk could call out Song Qingxiao's name, a piercing sound of 'Sisuo' suddenly sounded.

The village itself is already very quiet, and the environment of the church magnifies this quietness to the extreme.

The sound of 'Sisuo' was like a soft sound after the object was rubbed, and even if it was subtle, it was still very clearly heard by the Three Saints who had quieted down.

There really are 'people' in the church!

The elf turned to look at the swordsman, their eyes filled with suspicion, but they quickly reacted and turned into wariness.

"Stand behind me."

Those of you who have read the notes know what happened inside the church, and it is possible that there is still a curse here, and it may not be a 'person' who makes the sound.

The swordsman's eyes became sharp, and he commanded Song Qingxiao, his body flashed, and he immediately blocked her behind him, and his eyes swept around, trying to find out where the sound came from.

'Quack-quack-'

Outside the roof of the church, a long, high-pitched rough birdsong broke the silence of the church.

This birdsong seemed to be a signal, and after the first birdsong sounded, one after another, everyone heard the 'flutter' sound of the dense flapping of wings.

Even through the dome, everyone could sense that there seemed to be an overwhelming flock of birds gathering in the direction of the church.

'Click--'

A large number of crows landed on the roof of the church, making a light and dense contact sound as their claws grabbed the roof.

Immediately after that, the sound of 'quack' birds pierced the night sky, as if the alarm was sounded, and the noise was non-stop.

"A flock of crows!"

The monk's face sank, and he tucked the notes in his hand into his robes with great care, looking up at the top of his head.

"Maybe it was because the previous scout died that attracted this group of crows to invade." Elf calmly analyzed.

As they spoke, the flock gathered more and more, and not only did they make a terrible and piercing chirp, but they also bounced up and down on the roof, pecking at the roof with their hard beaks and beaks, making a sound like knocking on the door.

'Quack-quack-quack-'

'Tuk Tuk-'

'Titicaca-'

The increasingly mournful chirping and the claws of birds clawing and pecking at the roof converge to form a unique and highly rhythmic rhythm that rushes down from the top of the church, making people upset.

"Something is wrong with these crows." The elf felt that under such a noisy sound, his emotions seemed to be affected, and a sense of boredom and fear arose from the bottom of his heart.

"They seem to be summoning something?" The swordsman glanced around and said how he felt.

In the monk's mind, however, he remembered a passage in his notebook that the priest had written:

“…… The crows outside kept screaming, and in the dim light, I saw a huge black spider with a long tail on the wall, looking down on us coldly, like a hunter picking prey. ”

His gaze involuntarily fell to the wall, and in the faint light of the Lamp of the Mind held in the elf's hand, he saw several vague slender and curved black shadows reflected on the wall.

"The long-tailed giant spider—it's true—"

The black shadows moved slowly, like the long legs of a giant spider.

The attention of the elves and swordsmen was immediately attracted to him, and they all followed his gaze and tilted their heads sideways to look up at the wall.

Song Qingxiao's eyes fell on the coffin in the church, and he slowly spoke:

"Whether the giant spider has appeared, I don't know, but we may be surrounded by dead bodies."

As soon as her voice fell, there was movement in the coffin placed in the church.

'Quack-'

'Quack-'

In the roaring sound of the black crows, there was also a loud sound of 'bells' in the coffin!

After this loud sound, the chirping of the crow flock suddenly stopped.

In the quiet environment, the loud echo formed a surround echo in the church, and it was still 'buzzing' for a long time.

The eyes of the four followed the sound and fell on one of the coffins surrounded in the middle.

Song Qingxiao's eyes were keen, and he could still catch the movement of the coffin gently swaying under the impact of the force after the loud sound.

This scene seemed to be slowed down and magnified dozens of times, and it was clearly reflected in her eyes.

Half an hour later, 'bell-'

Another thump came from the other side, as if a 'person' was turning over inside and began to push the lid of the coffin.

These two sounds were like a signal, and the coffin in the church began to be hit one after another.

'Bell, bell! ’

The thick lid of the coffin was slammed, as if the 'person' inside was in a hurry to get out.

Violent movements sounded in all directions at the same time, and the coffin, which was originally stationary, began to shake violently, and the coffin lid was slammed into the coffin.

As the 'people' inside were trapped and didn't come out for a long time, the 'people' inside seemed to gradually begin to look irritable, and the force used was bigger and bigger, and there was an unbearable 'squeak' sound from the coffin.

"Undead!"

The three monks also had the experience of dealing with the undead back then, and immediately reflected what had happened to the three of them.

"Song is a newcomer, and Saiji's blessing can't let her withstand the siege of these undead."

According to the diary, the coffin was parked in the last twenty or so spirits of the village of Ogur.

Ten days was enough time for them to smoothly transition into fierce undead spirits under the nourishment of darkness.

More than 300 years ago, they participated in the battle to seal the 'Moon' sage and fight against the undead, and they knew these necromantic creatures very well.

Compared with the undead transformed by human beings after death, because of the purity of the elves before death, once they are polluted by the dark power, the undead transformed after death will be dozens of times stronger than ordinary undead, and even close to the power of the lord-level undead.

"Get out of here!"

The eldest monk made a decision at this time, and the three of them wanted to protect Song Qingxiao from here.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the chirping and pecking of the crows above his head again, and with this very rhythmic sound, the coffin in the church hit more violently than before.

'Bang-'

'Bang bang-'

Echo after echo continued, and the cracking of the wood accompanied each impact.

'Bang-' A fist-sized embossed mark was knocked out of the coffin's surface, and countless tiny cracks spread out from the emboss, and a large amount of black gas drilled out of the cracks, suppressing the light in the church even lower.

It's just strange to say that the movement of these corpses is so loud, that the seemingly ordinary coffin is bouncing heavily on the ground, but none of the coffin lids have been knocked open.

The black smoke from the coffin's surface splashed with each bounce, but the smoke carefully avoided the messy scratches on it, as if it was afraid of them.

The corpse slammed into the coffin with such force that it made the heavy coffin bounce up, and the lid of the coffin was lifted through a crack, but before it could break free, it was forcibly tied by those clean scratches, so that they could not separate.

"It's the mark of holy water."

When the monk saw these scratches, his eyes showed emotion:

"This is the last refuge left for us by the priest here."

But these restraints obviously didn't last long, and the ropes of nothingness drawn by the holy water were gradually defiled by the black qi, and the undead who woke up were amazingly violent, and in an instant, they overwhelmed these holy waters that no longer had much power.

"Let's leave before they come out—"

The swordsman rushed to the front, and the monks and elves walked behind him.

Song Qingxiao was protected in the middle by the three of them, and several people stood to form an arrow, wanting to rush out of the church.

But these spirits have been awakened, and how can they be tolerated to leave again?

Even though they couldn't break free from the coffin for a while, the coffin on the ground began to beat like a living thing, trying to close it and stop the four of them inside the church.

"Get out of here!"

The swordsman carried his sword and scolded viciously.

He didn't dare to use his fighting spirit, the power of his fighting spirit was too terrifying, and the coffins that trapped the necromancy themselves were already tormented, and if the power of the swordsman was added, they would shatter on the spot and release the demons inside.

Because of this, the swordsman can only rely on his own strength, raising his legs to kick these coffins open.

It's just that there are more than 20 coffins in the church, and at this time, under the manipulation of the necromancer, they all bounce over and surround the four people in the center.

He kicked out with a powerful kick, only kicking back two meters of the coffin that came from the impact, and then the coffin slammed into the other coffin.

The two coffins collided, making a 'click' sound when the wood shattered.

The force of the swordsman's kick was blocked, and soon the other coffins surrounded him, blocking the way of several people.

On the contrary, with the force of this impact, a large amount of corpse gas poured out from the cracks in the coffin that the swordsman kicked out.

The corpse qi corroded the coffin with the ropes drawn by the holy water, and the traces of the holy water were quickly covered with black smoke—

In the heavy sound of the 'bell', there was an unbearable wail from the lid of the coffin, and it cracked open, and a black shadow inside jumped up quickly.

A large amount of black qi poured out, and the eyes of the Three Saints caught the black shadow flashing, and a bad premonition welled up in their hearts.

The swordsman didn't care about anything else, his fighting spirit flashed, and a golden glow appeared on the armor, illuminating the entire church, and when he was about to cut out with a sword and forcibly split out a passage, a cold female voice sounded behind him:

"Get out of the way."