Lynch pushed open the door of the room he had lived in for eight years. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As he expected, no one had moved into the house, not even a few families near Lynch's home.

He glanced around the room.

Probably no one had been in since he left, and the layout hadn't changed in the slightest.

Lynch took a deep breath, and a faint musty smell entered his nostrils.

He didn't stand in the doorway, and Lynch hesitated for a moment and walked into the black hut with the lantern in his hand.

He touched the furniture, felt the thin dust on it, and walked to the place where the black ash should have remained.

"Evaporated......" Lynch crouched down, the bell on his waist ringing with his movements, and he looked at the empty floor and muttered to himself. A few years of experience had made him understand what the black ashes that remained in those two pools were. Lynch was mentally prepared before he came.

"No wonder there's no custom of burial here. Lynch muttered to himself again, then let out a long sigh, got back up, and walked out of what had once been his home.

He closed the door again and continued his patrol.

Although it is said that it is a team of two, it is only two people who are responsible for an area. The outer ring area is much larger than the inner ring, and the number of people patrolling is correspondingly much larger than that of the inner ring, and this time all the personnel who have awakened the second talent of Lynch this time have been mobilized into the outer ring, but it can only slightly ease the tension of the number of people in the outer ring.

The two children patrol an area separately and overlap with the other patrolmen's areas to provide timely support in the event of a difficult emergency.

And before it was opened, the patrols were much denser than they are now. As an outer area that has been shrouded in black fog for a long time, the probability of monsters appearing is much higher than that of the inner ring, and as the black fog has become denser in recent years, the number and intensity of monsters have also increased.

The outer ring area is now becoming more and more dangerous. This is true not only for the people on patrol, but also for the ordinary people who live in the house. The stronger the monster, the more resistant it is to the light. As long as their thirst for the living flesh of humans outweighs their fear of light, they will attempt to break through the realm of light and enter houses to slaughter civilians.

Fortunately, there are not many such monsters in the outer ring, and the area where Lynch lived before is relatively safe due to its proximity to the inner ring.

Lynch walked slowly down the narrow, bumpy road, with a faint glow from the tightly sealed windows of the houses on either side, and a glowing lantern hanging from the doorway of every house.

Carrying a lantern and hiding his little face under a wide hood, he looked around the room on either side, as much as he could make his footsteps sound louder, with the bell ringing at his waist as the only source of sound in the cold, silent path.

He felt that doing so would also reassure the people who were staying in the house.

He swayed down the narrow lane, and after a long walk came to the trading place in the area. Here he will rest for a while and then resume patrolling.

Lynch let out a long sigh of relief, put down the lantern in his hand, and then sat down on the ground against a wooden beam, he lifted his wide hood, took dry food from his fanny pack, and ate it.

The light on the wooden beams matched the lanterns that Lynch placed on the ground, and this much brighter place also made Lynch feel a little more at ease.

There weren't many houses around the empty square, and Lynch felt like he was on a dark stage, with only a lone light shining directly on him, while the rest of the theater was pitch black. The crowd that surrounded him was all hidden in the darkness of the stands, staring at him silently, expecting his performance.

"Ahh A well-fed Lynch stood up and stretched, straightening his hair, which had been a little messy behind his hood, then picked up the lamp on the ground and looked at the other intersection opposite.

Someone in the dark audience pulled out their mobile phone.

A monster is exposed to Lynch's perception.

As Lynch's right eye closed one by one, darkness replaced the original whites of his eyes.

At the same time, a child who looked to be less than six years old and had slightly bluish skin also stood opposite Lynch, not too far away.

From Lynch's point of view, this should be just a monster that has not been born for too long, and while it is exposed to Lynch's vision, there is also a black mist that cannot be shaken by ordinary people or capable people gathered around it, slowly fluttering around, and then drifting into its body in wisps. Its eyes were as white as Lynch's, and its mouth was slightly open, red inside, as if it had just drunk blood.

Its small, slender body looked unthreatening, but Lynch knew that it could at least take out a grown-up, strong man with the strength it could have, not to mention their innate special abilities.

Lynch stared at it intensely, his free right hand slowly gathering a short sword that looked a little dazzling.

It's a bit of a dagger to call it a dagger, at least it's not as short as it was a few years ago, and it's changing as Lynch grows.

The imp on the opposite side looked at the sword in Lynch's hand, suddenly turned around and ran.

"Do you want to run away when you come out and show your face?" Lynch chuckled, following the imp with his lantern and sword in his hand.

With Lynch's current speed, it would not be difficult to catch up with the monster floating in front of him, but he would like to figure out where the nest of this newborn monster is.

It's easier to find the nest and catch it all. And generally speaking, this kind of newborn monster should hide well before it becomes stronger, with its own instincts, and it is really unusual to show its face in front of Lynch and then run away.

"This is supposed to be Lily's patrol. Lynch muttered to himself, then frowned.

Because Lily is the Flame Bearer, she is responsible for a larger area than Lynch. It was only the first day of patrol, and a small monster came up, and Lynch felt that her side might be a little more troublesome than his own area.

Compared to the speed of patrolling, the speed of this man and monster was much faster, and Lynch ran quickly through the narrow alleys, but the bell on his waist did not make a more chaotic sound because of his speed, on the contrary, it was completely silent.

Soon around a corner, the little monster disappeared from Lynch's field of vision with a nimble turn. At the same time, it disappeared from Lynch's perception.

Lynch immediately stopped, vigilantly and slowly came to the corner, beware of corner killing.

The long run did not cause Lynch to lose any physical strength, and you must know that his physical fitness has continued to grow in the past three years. Recently, however, the rate of growth has slowed somewhat.

Lynch slowly moved around the corner. He reached for the lamp in his hand first. Nothing happened, and nothing sounded.

It's still silent.

Then Lynch turned around.

"This ......" he frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him.