The unicorn beast pulled the ornate carriage and walked on the road like a country road, and the ordinary people on both sides whispered and avoided from both sides, they were dressed modestly, some even had patches on their clothes, sitting in the carriage, Lynch, who was holding the reins in one hand, looked at these ordinary people with interest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seems that they must be people who live on the edge of the city, like farmers without their own fields, these people have vegetables, and their faces are either sad or dazed, a bit like the ordinary people that Lynch once saw in the City of Fire, and they look even more miserable than the people who lived in the villages before.

These people did not dare to look at Lynch, who came out of the carriage, and they lowered their heads and avoided the carriage with nervous expressions, holding all kinds of things in their arms.

This carriage was pulled out of the courtyard of a family that Lynch randomly found before leaving the city, and the wildebeest was very individual, and at first he was reluctant to follow Lynch, and even wanted to use his horn top Lynch to resist, but then it was cleaned up by a guy with much more strength than it and became much more honest, with electrotherapy.

As for the possible hunt?

Lynch, who was relieved after getting Wells's hint, was not in such a hurry, and it was not his business, rather than rushing to the destination at the speed of light with the emperor like a eunuch, it was better to move forward slowly and leisurely. Finally able to enjoy the scenery he hadn't seen in a long time.

This temporarily safe world is too big to see the darkness at the end of her edge, like a large enough Earth.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of Lynch knocking on the glass behind his head sounded, and he looked back into the car, and saw that Perrisius was holding a map and excitedly pointing and shouting at Lynch, bouncing in the narrow space of the seat, but the sound insulation of the carriage was so good that even Lynch couldn't hear what the children inside were shouting.

I'll go in and have a look later. Lynch yawned, the pony under his hand was probably not calm enough, and Lynch felt that he should have to train for a while.

The small carriage slowly moved along the country road with the sound of clattering horses' hooves, and the city behind it gradually faded away, and the surrounding people gradually became scarce.

Lynch leaned back against the carriage behind him, and the scene on both sides gradually changed from the previously orderly cultivated land to a clutter, overgrown with weeds, and finally completely deserted.

It's a big place. Lynch watched the changes in the scenery on both sides of the path, listened to the occasional animal calls around him, the colorful world, the breath of life, Lynch breathed slowly, only to feel that his eyelids gradually became heavy.

It seemed like he hadn't closed his eyes in a long time...... It's been a long time, indeed.

......

On the gloomy and narrow aisle, there will be some ghosts floating by quickly, these guys are like smoke, incorporeal and invisible, but they wantonly show their presence, with sound, with sudden invisibility, with the malicious intent that can be clearly felt by the target.

But there was more of it in the hallway, the flesh of the corpses, the puddles of blood beneath their feet, the disgusting and dense insects, the buzzing sounds, and the whispers that rang in the ears.

The main color here is red, which is madness, not dead silence.

Villier, though he wasn't using his true body, still felt visibly creepy as he focused most of his attention here, and the power that disgusted him also reminded him of the black mist beyond the barrier.

He hadn't been in the black fog for too long, but these things that disgusted and disgusted him still made him think of the black fog subconsciously.

The space of the central tower here had clearly been completely corroded by some evil force, and he was not sure if the council could control it—or maybe Mion, he had doubts about it.

As he walked along, a door appeared on the edge of the dark corridor in front of him, ajar, and Villier knew that this was his destination.

He pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

The space inside was much larger, the walls were covered with red candles, the light was faint and unsettling, and it barely served the purpose of lighting, and in the center of the room was a large cauldron, and Mion was standing on a small bench with his back to him, stirring, and I don't know what material the stirring material collided with the cauldron, making a dull sound.

On the other side of the wall was a wooden table with only a book on it, which was being opened.

Villier withdrew his gaze, he wasn't going to explore the contents of the book.

"It looks like it's a lot neater here. He was the first to speak. He had been here before, but the hallway wasn't as disgusting and terrifying as it looked now, and the room was full of bottles and cans.

The house was indeed a lot cleaner.

"Hmm. Mion didn't look back, and after hearing Villier's voice, she just stopped what she was doing, jumped off the stool, and then walked to the table and looked at the books on the table: "This time it's you again, Villier." ”

Villier knew what Mion meant: "They are indeed very puzzled by what you are still doing...... and trepidation. ”

Villier rarely has negative emotional fluctuations, and he can control his emotions almost perfectly with the help of his runes, and he will basically only release his emotions on his own initiative, which only he knows.

"Restless......," Mion chuckled, and continued to look at the books on the table, each page turned with a scream of pain from the face on the cover of the book, "That's why you've cut off the resources you continue to supply me?"

Villier looked at Mion's back, the dilapidated wooden door behind him was slowly closed, and all the voices outside the hallway, screams, hysterical laughter, and neurotic whispers, were all cut off.

"That's right," he said in a low voice, "we agree that there is no longer any need to continue to help you, and that the threat of the Pale Lord is most likely gone. ”

There was silence, and Mion stopped flipping through the pages.

"Help?" said Mion softly, "if I'm not mistaken, our pact was to be allegiance, not help." ”

"Things are going to change a little, my lord. Villier said, watching the room he was in gradually shrinking, and his voice couldn't help but speed up a little, showing a little urgency: "Many people were forced to choose you only for the safety of Seras, and now the appearance of those flame remnants has given them new hope, and they ......"

"Don't think I can't get out. ”

The entire room vanished in the shrinkage and became completely dark.