Darkness covered the land, and the sparse trees looked like mottled ghosts in the darkness

Only the sound of the wind blowing through the fallen leaves

Luthor bowed his head and followed Jack

Like a puppet being pulled

His eyes are empty, and his thoughts are floating thousands of light-years away

Fear of paralysis, fear of death.

Is there something wrong?

Because you're too cowardly?

A person with a normal brain would choose to run away.

Evade...

Escape...

I've been running away from ...

Escaping the reality that you can't be strong,

escaping the oppression of others,

Escape the loss and despair that comes with a breakup.

Escape into the game, hoping to numb yourself through the game.

In the end, even the game has to be escaped!

Luther, you are really a cowardly person, a humble person, a small person, a person without a trace of existence!

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, some trivialities."

Jack turned around and found Luther looking gloomy.

With his hands in his pockets, he didn't continue to ask, and said to himself.

"I was born in this town"

"Right there, that's school, it's my childhood, I have a younger sister, she's cute, always follows me, and I'm often disliked..."

"At that time, the family's economy was not good, and my sister always wore my old clothes and followed me with snot and called my brother."

What's going on? He's talking about himself?

Luthor wondered

"Aren't you a gamer?"

"Players?"

He hesitated and did not answer.

Jack glanced at the town nostalgically, his expression flat, as if telling someone else's story.

"That year, the factory closed down, and I heard that a lot of people had died in the factory. The bishop of the church was killed, and there were rumors of the living dead in the church. People were drowned in the river next to the town, and the river was no deeper than a child, so how could it be drowned. ”

"Some people say that God has abandoned us, so all kinds of unbelievable things began to be staged, the little girl of Monroe's family killed the whole family next door, the dead things in the slaughterhouse came back to life, and the tombstones in the cemetery became crooked, as if something was about to crawl out of the grave."

"On that day, the devil-backed tarantula appeared on the streets of the town, the corpses in the cemetery walked on the campus, the sky was full of flames, and the ground was scorched."

"That day, I saw my father, he was eating his sister like a wild beast, and my sister was dying, and she didn't cry, but asked my father why I hurt her!"

Jack's voice was low and trembling, and his eyes were full of dead silence.

Luther had hairs on her back

He's talking about the end of the world?

This is the truth that descended on the Seven Sons?

Will these monsters eventually destroy and erode the entire town?

.....

"Kicking my father away and pulling my sister to run, her body gradually became cold, and finally left me. I was overrun by my father, who tore at my neck and gnawed at my flesh like a wild beast..."

Luthor glanced at Jack's neck, and a dark mark was faintly visible through the gap in his cloak.

There was a chill in my heart.

What's going on?

"Why?"

"Because he's no longer his father, he's become a monster under the hands of the Dead Whisperers in the cemetery."

"Why did the town become like this, and where did these monsters come from?"

Jack smiled, and the smile made Luthor creep.

"The monsters are from..."

Jack fingers the dark sky.

"One day, I'll kill them all!"

Luthor is confused, Jack reveals the identity of the player, and now reveals the truth about the Seven Sons to himself, every word and everything he says is as if it really happened to him.

An NPC that the player is playing as?

But why did he feel his grief?

A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes when he talked about his sister.

The look of hatred in the eyes when talking about monsters.

It's not like acting.

That's the last thing Luthor understands.

"What do you mean..."

The questioning is interrupted by Jack

He stared into Luther's eyes.

The oily head was meticulous, there was no expression on his face, and his eyes were cold and cold.

It sent a chill through Luther's heart.

"What would you do if your sister died in front of you and the murderer was your father?"

"You just said the one in the cemetery... Is the Dead Talker the culprit? ”

"Yes, the Dead Whisperer is the real murderer! ... What will you do. ”

"Kill him!"

Luthor paused.

"Inch by inch!"

Anyone who dares to hurt their loved ones should not be forgiven!

"He's in the cemetery ahead!"

Jack was faint, and didn't mean to joke. Luther misunderstood, thinking that Jack had made such a big circle in order to find himself to go to the Dead Whisperer to fight alone.

"You?"

Luther's face was a little unsightly, and he said so many things along the way, telling tragic stories. Just to let yourself go to the lair of the dead to die?

"Since you can look down on everything for the sake of your relatives, why don't you dare to go?"

"That's different!"

Can it be the same?

Assumptions are always assumptions.

Their loved ones are living well in another city.

Luthor shook his head.

Jack was silent.

Maybe when he really experiences the edge of life and death, he will have a different feeling.

Unsheath the sword, hold it in your hand, and walk into the depths.

......

For some reason, Luthor always had a strange feeling, Leon and Jack had a strange atmosphere before, and Jack had been looking strange since he came out of the tavern.

It's like the oil-headed young man who was a little self-smelling before.

Did he just talk about that?

Even if a player plays as an NPC, what is the connection between the background and the background.

Too deep into the play? Or go crazy?

All in all, it's not normal.

.....................

Cemetery at night

Like all horror films

Withered branches, slowly rotting leaves.

The crow of a crow came from the silence.

Everything was the same as Luthor had imagined, the only difference was that.

At the moment, the center of the cemetery.

There were two people standing

Jack and the old man across from him.

The old man wore a top hat and a long coat, and his fat pants were blown by the wind, and the craggy skeleton was faintly visible.

The old man gave Luthor the feeling that he had just woken up from his grave.

The wind and candle are old and crumbling

Maybe

The old man in the cemetery

It has its own horror atmosphere.

...

Jack stood in front of the old man with a complicated expression.

"Should I call you the Tomb Keeper?"

"Or is it called the Dead Whisperer? Or is it called... What about the father? ”

Luther heard Jack's words.

Be terribly alarmed.

Cover your mouth to keep yourself from making a sound.

The Tomb Keeper is the Dead Whisperer? Or Jack's father?

What's the plot?

The whole town of Acepeter is a cloud of smoke, and the demons... Ghost back tarantula... The Dead Whisperer... The whole game is like a mess.

Like

It's the same as monsters from different worlds appearing here at the same time.

It gives an eerie feeling.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully for the other person's reaction.

After Jack finished speaking, the old man on the other side froze, slowly raised his hand, took off his hat, took out a crumpled cigarette roll from his hat and lit it.

Chapped lips squeezed out an ugly smile.

"Oh?"

"How did you find out?"

"I've only been here for a few days, and I haven't moved, how did you find out?"

The old man wondered.

Jack's expression slowly flattened, except that Luthor noticed that his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

"How did I find out?"

"Haha, I found out late!!"

"Come and get your death!"

Jack was insane

The teeth were clenched, and a trace of Yin Hong overflowed from the corners of his mouth

The originally shiny and neat hair is now flowing everywhere.

The big sword dragged a red trail towards the old man's front door.

Call!

The sound of piercing the air

A fiery red semicircle flashed in the darkness

The other party turned into an inky black mist in an instant.

Cigarettes fall, and sparks disappear with the wind.

The black mist was dispersed by the great sword, and it condensed on the side in an instant.

Condensed into a human form, but no longer in the form of an old man, but turned into a skeleton hidden in a cloak formed by the black mist.

"Boom"

"Interesting..."

"The weak race will soon become the residue of the belly!"

"You can't hit me! Boom! ”

The skull's jaws closed one by one, but the sound seemed to come from all directions.

Jack closed his eyes and held his sword in both hands.

The blade of the sword stood upright in front of it, slowly turning red, red, like a soldering iron.

For a moment, flames flew on the blade.

Like elves circling

"Try this, die!"

The great sword slashed in front of him, and a cross sword made of flames flew towards the black shadow.

The black shadow dissipated and condensed again, but it let out a howl, and strange cries rang out from all directions.

Luther shivered involuntarily as he watched his body.

"Untouchable, you can hurt me, you ant!"

"I'm going to turn you into the lowest ghoul!"

“@##￥#￥%￥%……”

A string of unintelligible words rang out

Like the howl of a torn cloth.

Luthor covered her ears, only to notice that the tombstone next to her began to shake.

The tombstone turned to gravel as it trembled, and the ground beneath his feet shook violently.

A bloodless arm protruded from the dirt beside it.

"Ahh

Luthor was startled when he felt someone scratch his ankle.

A rotting arm underneath him clutched at his ankle.

The white stubble in the carrion can be clearly seen.

Instantly, the scalp was numb, and the stomach was turned upside down.

The sword's pitch-black blade resembles the best assassin at night.

With a slash of his arm, he noticed that the skeleton opposite Jack heard Luther's cry turn into black smoke and drift into the depths of the cemetery. And Jack looked at him with some surprise.

Luther scratched his head.

I don't know how to speak.

"Follow me, he went inside."

Jack dragged his broadsword, flames flying on the blade, and a line of fire was drawn on the ground.

Luthor looked at the flames on his greatsword in amazement. Some envy.

So far, I don't have any skills at all except for being able to use a knife to slash.

"Is he?"

"The Dead Whisperer!!

Jack's voice was hoarse, and his gaze was cold.

"Is that him?"

"That black mist is the Dead Whisperer?"

The black fog clearly resembled a ghost in a horror movie, and ordinary weapons were helpless against it.

And

"What about these!"

Luthor pointed to the undead who had begun to crawl out.

"Kill the Dead Whisperers and they'll be back to normal."

Jack ran deeper into the cemetery with his great sword, and Luthor could only stubbornly follow.

At this moment, the cemetery was full of undead who had crawled out of their graves, and instead of frightening them, the flames on the great sword attracted more and more walking corpses like fireflies.

Jack raised his sword, and in the heat there were several charred corpses with their heads on their heads.

Luthor wielded Kenshin, the head and neck of the walking corpse separated, and the body was still moving.

Frowning

"Can you still move even if you cut off your head?"

How the hell is this thing killed!

Suddenly, a black mist appeared not far away

"Here! ..... Dead Whisperer! ”

Spotting the traces of the Dead Whisperers, Luthor called.

The black mist turned into a skeleton and stood not far away.

"Kill him!"

Luthor came back to his senses and clenched his sword

Jumping up with a vertical split, the skeleton turned into black smoke once again.

"He's going to turn into smoke, only your flame can hurt him, I can't?"

The flames on Jack's sword can hurt him, and he will only slash with his sword.

The Dead Whisperer is immune to physical attacks and can't help himself?

Luthor was a little anxious.

Jack knew that it was unrealistic to want Luthor to be like him and that the skill was not something that could be learned overnight.

Immunity to physical attacks in the face of the Dead Whisperer.

Jack only found out at this moment

Is it that you are too rash and anxious?

Luthor obviously couldn't help!

What to do!

What's the solution?

Physical attacks don't work!

Can only chop ... Chop..

That's right... Kenshin

Nolan once said to himself that Luthor is the connection... Star... Splinter... Target...

Kenshin Fragment Key!

The shards will merge with him!

Key!

Jack suddenly woke up

He shouted at Luther

"Stab your heart with a sword!"

"Quick!"

As he shouted, he made a gesture of pulling out his knife and stabbing himself.

Luthor heard

Ha?

Stab yourself with a knife?

And to prick the heart?