An hour later, it looked like Diana had lost.

The bandits did not return to the monastery, but only heard the constant sound of horses' hooves in front of the monastery, as if the open area in front of the monastery had become a training ground.

Curses and shouts kept coming from the playground.

"They got lost in the fog,"

'No, they're wandering in the mist,"

At three o'clock in the morning, bandits appeared outside the tower, and they really returned.

The bandits vented their anger on the tower.

The shootout continued until dawn, until the bandits were exhausted and did not gain much benefit, and they made a fuss for a night and quieted down.

After dawn, the fog was so thick that it made people panic.

Even the ordinary nuns found out what was wrong, and the spice merchant was in high spirits last night, and this morning he looked at the white iron curtain wall around him and said, 'Oh my God, we are buried in the fog, and look at how high this wall is, and we are imprisoned, right, Abbot.'

Looking at the fog wall under the moonlight at night is a beautiful view, and looking at the fog wall during the day, it is terrifying.

There seemed to be something in the wall of fog, flowing slowly like mercury.

The sky, turning a gray color, and the clouds were like the moon last night, pressed low.

Ringer gave the colonel another acupuncture last night, and the colonel woke up from his sleep and saw a vision outside through the bullet-shattered glass window.

He walked out of the room, and in the corridor, everyone had already gotten up, silently eating the breakfast distributed by the big devil, which was dry bread.

The colonel found Ringer, who was on the fourth floor, looking out the window with a telescope.

"How's it going?"

"It's not going to be good."

Ringer lowered the telescope.

"Is it unusual weather?"

"Yes, there's something you can't see, General, and we're going to win without a fight."

The colonel didn't understand for a while.

Diana knew what was going on, and today, Ringer noticed that many of the bandits had a black mist on their heads, which was a symbol of death.

"General, wait until tomorrow, I'll explain it to you, now I can only tell you that many bandits will die tonight, and the people in the building will not be spared."

Ringer handed the telescope to the colonel.

Starting from the fourth floor, he searched room by room, looking for the nun with the black mist on her head inside the tower.

According to statistics, there are three people with black mist wrapped around their heads, which is a very scary thing.

Diana came over, and the two were in a no-man's corner.

"How many?"

"So far, I'm seeing three."

For a whole day, there was peace and tranquility inside and outside the building.

Ringer was thinking about the man shouting twelve o'clock in the bandit horde, who never appeared.

In the evening, this person appeared, he was the person who hugged the boatman last night and said to evacuate, in the binoculars, this person was very burly, bearded, dressed quite strangely, dressed in a big red robe, wearing red shoes, and his long hair smashed on the top of his head, forming a small pill that stood up.

He wore a necklace around his neck, and there were wooden beads, crystal beads, and some strange horns.

"Is this the legendary psychic master?"

Ringer put down his binoculars and asked Diana.

"It seems, it's a bit like, this person can say twelve o'clock, he is a person with the value of life, does he have a black mist on his head?"

"Nope."

"He seems to be looking for us, why did this man appear among the bandits."

Ringer pinched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "They were frightened by the miracles we made, and they also found a psychic, which is normal. ”

Diana corrected: "It's the undead summoned by you alone, not us, please change your wording." ”

"Well, I'll revise it, it's me, the miracle that I made with you."

When the next day came, inside the tower, Ringer saw that the three nuns had died, exactly the same as the two nuns who had died the previous day.

Now, there is no need to doubt that what his eyes see is the black fog of death.

The big devil was confused and asked Ringer what to do.

"Sister Jasmine, don't worry, after today, there will definitely be people who will be poisoned, we have to find a way."

"We can't get out, we're all going to die, right, the bandits have been lingering at the door of the monastery the night before, but they haven't left, it's not normal, it's very abnormal."

Ringer shook his head: "We won't die, don't worry." ”

However, Ringer said such a thing, but he did not have the slightest confidence, he found that there were more people with black fog on his head today, and he searched for it, nineteen!

Ringer said: "Sister Jasmine, there is no point in talking about this now, you prepare a separate room, and I will find nineteen people to get together, hoping that tonight will pass safely." ”

The Great Devil immediately realized Ringer's intentions, and she remembered the two old nuns who had died.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the big devil gathered nineteen people in a room on the fourth floor according to Ringer's intentions.

Of the sixteen nuns, three were the servants of the spice merchants and bankers.

The banker did not understand why he did this, and the spice merchant was puzzled, but the monk wanted to do it, and they could only agree, in their fearful curiosity, and of course they saw that it was not good.

The three people who died last night were terrifying.

Nineteen people, plus Ringer, Diana, twenty-one, all of them sitting, some on stools, on chairs, most on beds, and this room has two beds.

Everybody's worried, they're asking the same question, are we going to be horrible corpses?

Ringer couldn't answer, and Diana couldn't guarantee it.

They first needed to find out the cause of death, so tonight, Ringer told the people in this room to do whatever they wanted, just don't sleep.

Of the five people who died, Ringer found one thing in common, they were all killed in their sleep.