Fueled by curiosity and a slight feeling of hunger, Lynch stepped up the steps and stood in front of the tower's door. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Again, for that reason, the other place was too far away, and he had no choice.

Without the cover of the gate, the scene inside can be seen at a glance under the illumination of sufficient light sources.

First of all, there is a pile of clothes that have turned into tattered cloth by the door of the house, which should have been broken after the monster was transformed before, and there are some tattered rune paper debris scattered around the clothes, Lynch guessed that this should be the rune paper that was pasted on the guy before, as for who pasted it, Lynch is not interested in knowing.

These runes should also be one of the reasons why the guy couldn't break the door easily before.

There were only a few tables, chairs and a small bed in the rather cramped space, and there was only a lantern on the old table.

This is a little different from what Lynch had imagined after entering this tower. In his imagination, as soon as he entered the door, there should be the shadow standing in the doorway in the center of the first floor, with his back to the doorway, and as soon as Lynch entered, he would applaud softly:

"It was a good game. ”

Then he will fight with this behind-the-scenes mini-boss who doesn't know whether it's a person or a ghost, and he will be beaten when he only has three talents, and then he will choose a talent from this traditional villain's taunt, that is, choose a talent from the many words to awaken immediately, and then turn the tables and slap the face in the boss's exclamation of "Impossible!".

Refreshing.

But in fact, the entire floor is just a few useless tables, chairs, lamps and beds, which look like an ordinary resting place, except for the clutter at the door, there is nothing abnormal.

Then the supplies may have been placed on it.

Lynch scratched his head, accustomed to exploring in the dark a lot, and now the feeling of not carrying a lantern really made him a little uncomfortable.

So Lynch picked up the lamp on the table, and then walked to the staircase on the other side of the narrow space, which did not look very sturdy, and looked up, the ceiling opening at the end of the staircase was not very large, and Lynch could only see a very limited amount of things through this opening, that is, the ceiling on the second floor.

However, from below, the second floor still looks relatively bright, and it should also be covered with light sources.

But if you just climb up like this, if you encounter any unexpected situation, the posture is awkward and difficult to guard against is really dangerous.

Lynch thought for a moment, and threw the lantern in his hand towards the mouth of the ladder above.

The lantern successfully flew into the entrance above, and then smashed into the floor on the second floor with a "thud".

"Is there anyone upstairs?" Lynch shouted below, "I accidentally threw my things up, can I do a favor upstairs and give me back the lantern?"

There was no sound.

Lynch didn't expect a response, he just wanted to make a sound in this quiet and oppressive environment.

He shrugged his shoulders and decided to climb the stairs to get supplies. But before that, Lynch decided to close the door.

He turned, walked back to the door, and pulled a piece of talisman paper from his beltbag.

Lynch pasted the rune paper on the wall next to the door as he watched as the fragments of the wooden door that had been scattered around began to slowly assemble as if they had gone back in time.

Outside the house, there was still darkness and silence, and there was nothing in the clearing around it except for the corpse that was slowly evaporating.

In the distance, the dark shadows are lined up and scattered, and the houses are almost like two worlds compared to the empty place.

Compared to the unknowns in the distance, this place can give people a sense of security.

Lynch shook his head and watched as the last small piece of wood in front of him was spliced together, completely blocking his view from the outside world.

A soft "bang" suddenly came from behind Lynch.

Lynch jerked his head back, summoning a long sword in his hand, he scanned around, looking for the source of the sound, his back against the doorway, slightly arched, ready to break through the wooden door at any moment and run.

It doesn't look like there's anything out of the ordeal.

Wrong!

The frightened bird-like boy fixed his gaze on the table.

On the table that should have been empty, a lantern reappeared, and this lantern was the same one he threw up to the second floor before.

......

"Let's ...... away"

The vision in front of me is like a thin veil.

"What the hell is going on in this place......"

Mike dragged his bruised body and walked blankly on the dark avenue of the new city, his body was constantly burrowing in and out of the wounds of his body, but compared to the malice and uncontrollability of the black worms before, they now looked more like they were mending and healing their wounds.

In his much more sensitive perception, there were always malicious eyes watching him from the dark houses on both sides of the street, but for some unknown reason, there was no other action.

"Why are there so many monsters......

Mike continued to drag his body, under the influence of his own will or something, slowly moving towards the unknown territory ahead.

He lost his sense of what he called "child", but he didn't know why. The events that would normally make him extremely irritable and flustered had little effect on him now.

He didn't have any doubts about it.

In fact, all he had left was fragmentary memories of the events that had taken place before.

All he remembered was that he was going to be a partner with a guy named Lynch, and then he was going to come to this place on a mission. Then, because of some unexpected events on the way, the hateful guy named Lynch simply abandoned himself and came here alone.

What happened?

He doesn't remember.

Then, following in Lynch's footsteps, he came out of the city, and then seemed to have a confrontation with a terrible guy outside the city.

That's what I look like now. I'm strong now, but I'm hurt because that guy might be stronger. Mike's groggy head told himself.

The long threads in his body were agitated, gushing in and out, and from time to time a large pile of brains would flow out of his body like a waterfall, surging towards a certain house, and then enveloping the weak monsters inside and digesting them.

Is the monster here easy to deal with?

It was as if it was dragging him, the strength that his body could continue to maintain, but these long lines were the driving force that pushed him in a certain direction.

Where am I going?, Mike asked himself.

I'm looking for Lynch. Mike replied to himself.

Oh yes, I'm going to find Lynch. But why am I looking for him now?

I need him. Mike continued to answer himself. I need to find this Lynch's damn Lynch, also because of his betrayal of you. We are going to punish him.

That's right, right. Mike felt himself grow more and more groggy, and the bugs in his body that were supposed to make him panic no longer scared.

This made him a little strange, knowing that these bugs were not his talent before, they were his children. These black lines should have done him no good.

Damn the guy...... As Mike moved on, the image of Lynch faintly conjured up in his mind.

Then he was stunned.

Is he a flame bearer, or is he possessed?

The head that was already groggy tingled slightly.

Don't think about things you can't remember.