Lynch looked at Moore with suspicious motives in front of him, the gloomy man was not carrying a lantern, and in his perspective, a faint black mist surrounded him, making him look like a villain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"You're going to clean up this place?" Lynch asked, shifting his perspective to the map in his hand, looking at the rather old, rough corners of the map, "Then why don't you need my help? ”

He actually wanted to see if he could gain some experience.

"You have too many questions. Moore said in a low voice, his tone slightly dull: "Get the things and leave quickly, you don't need to meddle here." ”

Lynch didn't answer first, he first carefully compared it with the map in his memory, and found that there was not much difference, before continuing to Moore: "It seems that you are the one who interfered." ”

"Then I can leave, and you can solve it alone. ”

"Uh," Lynch was slightly sullen, "I mean, I can help." ”

"I don't need your help," Moore's tone was still low and unchanged, and his eyes were always on the little monster, "My ability is a little special, you better leave." ”

With all that said, Lynch, who was already passive, had to agree to Moore's request, so he had to shrug his shoulders and turn away.

Moore finally set his eyes on Lynch, and he watched the departing Lynch until his figure and the light on his hand faded into the black mist.

A smile tugged at the corner of the gloomy man's lips and he turned his gaze back.

"Mike," he whispered, "you can speak now." ”

Mike, located in the center of the worm blanket, spoke slowly, but was unable to make any sound due to the complete damage to his throat.

"It's a magical possession. Moore said, gradually walking onto the worm carpet, and the restless insects scattered as if they were afraid of it, and everywhere they went, the worm carpet slowly dissolved: "I wonder why you are not dead yet. ”

He just walked all the way to Mike.

The man in front of him has been corroded by insects into an inhuman form, his withered body is full of holes, and even the skin and bones of his face have disappeared, leaving only a bare brain.

"What?" the gloomy man crouched down and attached his ear to Mike's original mouth, as if listening to it:

"Hehe, rest assured. Moore smiled, carefully picking out a thin thread wrapped around Mike's brain: "I have no ill will towards you, I will save you, compared to your somewhat strange fellow flame relays, you are indeed an excellent candidate with this kind of possession." ”

"It's just that our boss has one less person in the game, and it hasn't changed for a long time, so you have to get involved. ”

......

Although Lynch's curiosity made him turn back to see what was going on, Lynch couldn't resist going back and dying. It's really not worth taking a risk for a guy who wants to get rid of himself.

It is clear that Moore's series of actions may have been premeditated. It is very likely that Mike's sudden illness has something to do with them. But what Lynch didn't figure out was why the men didn't do it while they were in the castle.

If you don't understand, forget it, there are more strange things in this world, as long as I'm still standing here well, and now I'm still a little weak, so I won't make much trouble.

After walking for a long time, Lynch stopped and looked at the empty surroundings, where a few houses were scattered not far away, and there were some traces of broken walls.

It stands to reason that the closer you get to the city, the more and more scattered buildings there will be.

Lynch picked up the map and looked at it again. Then he realized that his behavior was useless, because he didn't know where he was.

"Alright," Lynch muttered, scanning his gaze left and right again, re-ratchling the bell and shaking it lightly.

This time he waited a long time, and then just when Lynch almost thought that the arm would not appear again, the arm that pointed the way finally emerged from the dirt.

Lynch was a little disappointed because the arm was not a messenger. In the course of greeting these similar arms several times, the messenger usually does not appear directly in front of the person, but chooses to appear around the person in other ways when the person is not looking, and then communicates with the person. These arms are always a little clumsy compared to those of messengers.

"Do you have a map or anything like that?" Lynch whispered to his arm with the idea of giving it a try—Lynch suddenly became a little nervous when he was alone in such a quiet, empty, dark place.

He always felt as if something was watching him. Although the feeling was not as strong as it had been in the garden, Lynch clearly sensed the uncomfortable feeling of being watched.

That's not a good thing in a place like this.

The arm didn't respond, just pointed in the direction of the new city to Lynch.

"Can you call your fellow messenger out for a moment?" Lynch asked again, still hopefully, "I don't need directions now, give me a new map or something, I can find an answer in that place." ”

The arm still didn't respond, and it drilled back into the ground after pointing Lynch in the right direction, leaving only a small bottomless pothole, and it didn't even ask for payment.

"Hey!" Lynch was a little dumbfounded: "Don't be in a hurry!"

He crouched down, lifted the hood he had been carrying, set the lantern aside, and peered over the small hole left by his arm.

This small hole looks like it goes straight into the ground, and there is no bottom in sight.

Lynch stared at the entrance of the cave as he gently shook the bell in his hand again.

There doesn't seem to be any movement in the cave.

Is it because this guide thinks I'm summoning too often? Do you have feelings for your arms?

Lynch was sneering in his heart, and just as he wanted to stand up, he felt a strange sound faintly coming from the small hole.

What's the situation?

Lynch stared at the entrance of the cave as he picked up the lantern beside him and leaned in.

Under the light of the light, Lynch finally saw what else was in the small hole.

It was an eye that had been watching him in the dark without Lynch seeing it before.

Lynch stepped back suddenly, and at this time, he was far away from the entrance of the cave, and under the illumination of the light, he realized that there had been a thin black fog emerging from the hole.

Was this the mark left on the arm? Or was it the eye inside? Under the faint torture of being watched, Lynch tried to keep his composure, thinking about the eye he had just seen.

It seemed to blink just like there was a man buried at the end of the hole, and its eyes were just looking at Lynch through the hole.

Now Lynch is starting to miss Mike a little. It's good that many living people have more courage.

"Tuk Tuk"

The ragged door of a small house not far from Lynch suddenly rang, especially noticeable in the silence.

Lynch looked over vigilantly, and saw a withered arm sticking out of a small hole in the door, and stretched out his finger at Lynch as he looked over, signaling him to come.

It's the messenger.