On the hill behind the library were the ghosts of the Flange Immortals, soldiers who had been reduced to living corpses and roamed around a large bell that had sunk into the ground.

The instinct left by the living corpses kept them from the items left behind after the collapse of the outpost that had been established with them in this world.

Because of the weak fire of the abyss, many soldiers have almost never extinguished torches in their hands, which has a miraculous effect when dealing with black mud monsters that resemble human pus.

When Zhang Lin and the others bypassed a dirt slope, a soldier sitting below suddenly stood up, raised the torch in front of him, and spewed flames at several people with a special gunpowder in his dry mouth that he didn't know how long it had been placed.

The rigid thinking made the living corpse soldiers not judge the exact distance, and the flames stopped half a meter in front of Zhang Lin and them.

Perhaps sensing that the flames could not burn anyone, the living corpse soldier moved a few steps forward while holding the torch.

However, before the Living Soldier could squirt again, Gail took out a talisman-like object from the pouch on his waist and shook it at the Living Soldier, and the other gave up the attack as if he had lost his target.

"They once had a pact with the master of the painting world," Gale still held the amulet, "even if he was turned into a living corpse, he would still retain some of his actions during his lifetime......"

Before he could finish speaking, the living corpse soldier who had put down the torch suddenly picked up another spear and threw it over, smashing it around several people, splashing a snowflake.

When the living corpse soldier was cut off and his legs were knocked to the ground, Zhang Lin stared at Gail's eyes that you are teasing me, which made the old knight stroke his beard a little embarrassed: "Eh, it used to work very well, I haven't walked this road for a long time." ”

However, most of these flange ghosts were not too far away from the big bell, and their eyes were basically focused on the bell, and the talisman was still somewhat effective, and they did not have much combat with a few people.

At the bottom of the hilltop church, there is an irregularly cut opening, and several wooden stakes are erected on both sides of the hole to reinforce the stone blocks that are prone to collapse, and the circular staircase can be faintly seen in the cave.

There is a rotten tree at the entrance of the cave, the root is up and crawling with a red fungus blanket, Zhang Lin didn't need much strength to kick it down, the broken trunk is crawling with white maggots, they are still active in the rotten trunk, when the torch passes from above, these maggots are suddenly burned into char by the high temperature, and send out a burst

The smell of burning made the little girl on Cialis and Zhang Lin's backs frown frequently, blaming Zhang Lin for having nothing to do.

Zhang Lin pointed to the trunk of the tree that happened to be on the opposite cliff after falling, "It's a good habit to take a shortcut." ”

The opposite slope is just on the side of the roof of the library, and you can see the snow-covered blue tiles from a distance.

Although there were candles lit at intervals in the gloomy passage, the faint light of the candles obviously did not make the place bright enough, but the flames on the torches were quite bright in the narrow passage.

Walking on the stone steps, you can faintly hear a series of strange sounds in the distance, some of which seem to be sucking liquid.

When Zhang Lin and the others came to the end of the stairs, there was a spacious basement, and there was a smell of decay and a foul smell of blood.

The walls of the basement were carved into neat rectangular lattices, and from some of the human bones that could still be seen, these were columbarium walls, some black fences had fallen down due to rust, and there were several hexagonal wooden coffins on the side of the walls, and two corpses that seemed to be wrapped in blood poured out of them, but their lower bodies were not normal legs, but fleshy balls like worm bellies.

A dark red condensate on the ceiling was covered with gray-white twisted lines, like a dense patch of tiny vines.

"Whew-"

The sound of blisters breaking rang out in the basement, and some blood-red vesicles on the ground were trampled and cracked, thick liquid flowed out of them, and the maggots that had not yet fully formed writhed a few times before losing their breath.

The arrival of several uninvited guests apparently alarmed the monsters in the basement.

The guys who had been eating around the red mushroom blanket flapped their wings, which were too small compared to their fat bellies, and gathered around in a swaying manner. A pair of scarlet compound eyes stand out in the basement.

"When did so many corrupt creatures gather under the church?" Gail pulled out the somewhat old sword on his back and looked at the humanoid flies with a frown.

The scavengers of the painted world, devouring the blood left behind from the corruption of the world and transforming into flies, are thirsty for blood, and this corpse-strewn basement becomes their "paradise".

The hideous faces of the corpse flies showed a terrifying "smile", and the disgusting smell made people desperate to get away from the group.

However, these flies will not give up fresh food at hand, even if they are disgusted by the blazing flames on the torches.

Flying over a distance of more than ten meters, some corpse flies were obviously a little unbearable, and they landed on the ground and crawled over with the legs of the three pairs of thin human arms.

Without waiting for the corpse flies to pounce, Zhang Lin swung his big sword and cut the most impatient one into two pieces, and the smelly dark red blood splashed from the broken waist to the ground, and some corpse flies even almost shifted their targets, wanting to feast on the dead ones first.

The little girl stood beside Ciris, her little hand tugging at the corner of her coat, Gale carrying a weapon to protect her, even in the face of this somewhat bloody scene, the little girl still stared wide-eyed, only sniffled and covered her other hand in front of her nose.

The abdomen and joints of these corpse flies retained the white fur of the crow form, and when they were burned by the black flames ignited by the great sword in Zhang Lin's hand, these disgusting creatures let out a terrible wail, and their resistance to flames was obviously weak.

When a corpse fly was still a certain distance away from Zhang Lin, its abdomen contracted suddenly, and a large ball of plasma wrapped in dense maggots sprayed towards him.

Zhang Lin hurriedly waved the torch in his left hand and burned these long strips of insects in mid-air, because it was indoors, the stench of protein burning was more obvious, and Zhang Lin himself couldn't stand it.

The corpse flies had no idea what they were afraid of, and their thirst for blood made them pounce one after another, and Gail in the rear held a modified hand crossbow, and the continuous crossbow arrows shot through some of the corpse flies that were still far away from the compound eyes, but it didn't take long for his hand crossbow to snap, and he slapped it a few times angrily, and then retracted his waist.

The stench of corpses lay on the ground, and Zhang Lin carried the little girl on his back again, so that her bare feet would not be stained with these disgusting liquids.

There was another layer below the basement, and there was more fungus blankets, bones, and corpse flies below than standing water, but what happened above didn't attract the attention of these guys, who were still immersed in sucking rotten blood from the fungus blanket.

Ascending the spiral staircase behind a small door opposite the basement, the group finally reached the church at the top of the hill.

However, the hall of the church was empty at this time, and only the sound of whipping could be heard from the depths of the secret room passage, which had not yet been closed.