Ron's face was unusually gloomy as he looked at the pitch-black arm hanging around his neck.

If this thing is real, then it means that the things he has encountered in his memory are not all hallucinations.

You know, this strange black arm is a terrifying thing that has caused a huge family to decline rapidly.

Like the girl in red leather shoes who wore this arm before, she was even burned to death in the closet by the fire, and even the body was not left.

All kinds of signs show that this thing is definitely a very dangerous existence, and this dangerous thing is actually stuck to him at the moment, and he can't even throw it away.

"Damn it, if you can't throw it away, I'll destroy you!"

Ron's eyes froze, and he reached out to re-grasp the necklace around his neck and squeezed it hard.

'Click!'

A slight cracking sound came from the palm of his hand, and his face was happy, but then, an inexplicable sound seemed to pass directly past his ears and into his brain.

'Hiss'

Slightly stunned, Ron's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pintip, and then swelled suddenly, as if frozen in place.

In the boundless scarlet meadow, Ron stood on the grass with a blank expression, and bursts of salty and wet wind continued to pour into his mouth and nose like rich blood.

Across from him, the strange, pale-skinned woman stared at him like a statue.

"Coming back?"

Between his muttering.

'Smack!'

Ron felt a throbbing pain in his brain, and his vision instantly disappeared into darkness as he felt a strong feeling of nausea in his chest and abdomen.

Let him cover his head and squat, and immediately retch.

"Vomit"

After spitting up some of the food he had eaten last night on the ground, the nausea in his chest and abdomen gradually disappeared, and the stinging pain in his brain was inexplicable.

After a few moments, Ron stood up with a pale face.

He looked at the intact black arm hanging around his neck with some trepidation, and vaguely understood that this could not be solved by brute force.

And the two appearances in the scarlet meadow at the same time, Ron could clearly sense that this arm had some unknown connection with the woman in the prairie.

"Could it be the owner of this arm?"

He took out the kettle and poured it into his mouth a few gulps before spitting it out.

"It's like eating a big bowl of raw meat with blood on it in one go"

When his mouth was almost clean, Ron raised his head and looked at the black-and-gray manor not far away

"Since this thing came from the manor, maybe you can get some clues from there. ”

In the dim yellow manor hall before, he still clearly remembered that this dark arm seemed to be brought by the owner of this manor from somewhere, and looking at the looks of the people around him, this thing was still very precious.

With the critical eyes of the aristocracy, they all seem so valuable, so it will definitely not be obscure.

The hazy light of the early morning slowly became clearer, and the originally dark night sky also appeared in a large area of blue.

After a brief meal for the three of them who had been outside for half the night, they walked straight to the manor.

A cold morning breeze blew Ron into his spirits, and his eyes glanced at the two people next to him.

Patrick's expression was a little solemn, and the pair of ornate scimitars at his waist had been drawn and clung to his sides, as if they could be slashed at any moment.

Ian kept looking down and sniffing something, and the blue wolf head couldn't see any expression, but his eyes were also very vigilant.

Soon, the three of them came to their feet in front of the manor's crooked black iron fence.

Patrick glanced around the manor and turned back to whisper to Ron.

"If the mutants did it, they may have retreated to a nest somewhere on the manor by this time, and during the day they are no different from ordinary animals, and whether they encounter pheasants or rabbits, they will be killed immediately, since they have already attacked us once, then if they are escaped this time, we will not have to rest for the rest of the night. ”

"I see. Ron nodded, backhanding out one of the two-handed swords behind his back.

Ian, who was at the front, also silently carried his exaggerated horned battle axe.

He kicked the fence under his feet and said in an impatient tone.

"Okay, no more nonsense, let's go, whatever it is, it's best to kill them all. ”

With that, he stepped into the manor first, followed by the rest of Ron.

The manor's grassy front yard is no different from when it came.

Ron's gaze quickly swept to the charred black trunk of the carriage, and several black horses were trembling and snuggling together at this time, watching the entry of the three of them with some restlessness, and from time to time they let out a slight neighing sound, obviously after being overly frightened.

However, fortunately, the three horses, including the carriage, were mostly unharmed except for the fright, and there was no damage, which made all three of them slightly relieved.

After all, they still have a long way to go, and it would be unfortunate to have no horses.

Patrick walked briskly to the trunk and took some fodder from the wagon to calm the horses.

Ian, on the other hand, strode straight into the manor.

Ron waited for Patrick for a moment before walking in with him.

Stepping into the silent manor, Ian's figure in the dimly lit hall was long gone, except for the sound of loud footsteps in one room.

Pateret swung the two scimitars in his hand, leaving two silver trails in the air.

He looked at the doors in the hall and turned back to Ron.

"Mutants are not scary during the day, the three of us will search separately and try to kill all the creatures here. ”

"No problem. Ron nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Hmm. ”

Seeing Ron nod, Patrick stopped talking and turned around and walked down a dark hallway to the left of the hall.

In a few moments, Ron was left alone in the empty hall.

He looked at the pitch-black arm around his neck, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then chose a direction to leave.

After navigating through two somewhat eerie corridors, Ron soon found himself in the backyard of the manor.

Compared with the deserted front yard, the backyard of the manor is more intact, and there are not many traces of charred black.

In the middle of the surrounding buildings, a gray-white fountain overgrown with weeds sits it.

Ron circled around the fountain, observed it for a moment, and then walked down a corridor not far away.

The hallway, covered with a thick layer of white ash, was covered with messy footprints, which looked like they had left behind by Ian and Patrick last night.

Sniffing at the faint smell of dust in the air, Ron's eyes were constantly vigilant.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the direction to the basement of the manor, and since Patrick said he found me there last night, there may be some clues left there. ”

The pitch-black arm around his neck now threatens Ron's life like a time bomb in Ron's senses.

If he didn't figure out what it was, Ron was afraid he would end up like the girl in the red shoes he had seen last night.

It was a tragedy to die in the closet after countless bad lucks.

The hallway soon came to an end, and a half-open wooden door appeared in Ron's field of vision, and gusts of cold wind blew out of the cracks in the wooden door with the smell of decay, blowing the hem of his clothes.

Standing in front of the wooden door, watching the dim light behind it, Ron gathered his mind and stepped straight inside.

Behind the wooden door is a rotating stone staircase, and the walls are flanked by extinguished torches.

Pulling out a torch and lighting it, Ron moved on.

After walking for about five or six minutes, the dim light gradually dimmed completely, and only the orange-yellow light of the torches illuminated the surroundings.

After another two or three minutes, Ron felt like his front was suddenly empty, as if it was the end.

However, as soon as he took a step forward, he heard a crisp 'click' sound under his feet.

Frowning, Ron looked down at the torch in his hand.

I saw that under his feet was a white bone broken in two.

Then, Ron looked up and saw that the small basement was filled with dense white bones, some of which had weathered into white powder, and some of which were still intact and scattered on the ground.

Sniffing the rotten smell in the air, Ron's face darkened slightly.

Although Patrick had already told him about the scene here, it still felt strange to actually see it now.

After a pause, Ron walked to the pile of broken bones with a blank face, lifted his two-handed sword and slowly rummaged through it.

Moments later, a large number of broken bones emerged from the pile of bones, mixed with rotting gray-brown clothing or other items.

The stuff is very cluttered and seems to have everything.

In one corner, Ron even found a delicate faded earring and a hoe.

"These bones don't seem to have piled up here at the same time, but they have appeared one after another, and"

Ron tapped the tarsh-stained hoe with his two-handed sword.

"The identities of these people are also very different, even the farmers are there"

Referring to the fact that Patrick found him here last night, suddenly, Ron seemed to think of something, and he swept over the large pile of broken bones here, his eyes slightly fixed.

"Could it be that these people are the people who used to rest temporarily in the manor and died because of those strange events?"

As if to test his speculation, in this rummaged mess of bones, an inconspicuous corner, a palm abruptly appeared in Ron's field of vision.

Seeing this, Ron was slightly stunned, and immediately walked over there.

He reached out and grabbed the palm of the bone pile and tugged hard.

'Whew. ’

The sound of a large pile of skeletons being broken, and then a horrific corpse dressed as a servant was dragged out by him.

Half of the corpse's skin was bare, with fine blisters in some places and charred black.

Half of the charred face had revealed a small piece of bone, and the corpse had its mouth wide open, its hands holding its neck, and its eyes bulging, as if it had been suffocated to death by smoke and dust in a fire.

"Really, Tom?"

Seeing the corpse's familiar attire, Ron immediately recognized its identity.

However, as for the cause of Tom's death, Ron's expression became solemn.

"Did Tom have the weird things that happened to me last night, so why did I survive and Tom died?"

Ron had a vague feeling that he had missed some memory.

And that memory happened in that cold black water, when he was about to lose consciousness.

He could only vaguely remember now that there was blood red around his vision at that time, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in countless blood.

In a daze, he then stood in the endless blood-colored grassland.

While thinking, Ron unconsciously looked down at the dark arm hanging around his neck, and in his field of vision, he faintly saw the strange woman's face.

Immediately, a tingling pain came from the brain.

Ron instinctively bent over his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Damn!, will even a little thought be affected!?"

The stinging pain only lasted for a very short time before it subsided, but Ron felt like he had a strange needle implanted in his head, and whenever he thought about the dark arm, he would be affected.

He shook his head vigorously as Ron tried to find something useful in the basement again.

'Bang!'

A series of strong, muffled noises came from outside the wooden door in the basement......

Ian roared fiercely.

"Die!!"

"No, there are too many, Lord Ian, please get out of the way!" Patrick's hurried voice followed. "Ron, where are you, we're leaving!"

Hearing the urgency in Patrick's tone, Ron looked at the pile of white bones scattered on the ground, hesitated slightly, and immediately ran towards the exit of the basement.

'Smack!'

After smashing the wooden door in one fell swoop, Ron turned into a silver shadow and came to the backyard of the manor.

However, when he saw the scene outside, his heart suddenly shuddered.

Under the clear blue sky, I don't know when a large number of huge bats with cat heads gathered.

These bats are extremely numerous, densely packed, and layer upon layer around the entire manor, spinning and flapping ailerons.