"Whew. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lynch breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the dilapidated city wall not far away, which was more than half collapsed, and large and small rubbles were scattered everywhere.

The city was perhaps much grander before it collapsed. Like a small ant, Lynch stood under the once perhaps majestic wall under the black mist, with his head tilted and his eyes squinted, trying to penetrate the obstruction of the black fog and estimate the height of the wall.

It's probably close to 30 meters, to say the least.

Whatever it is, when it gets bigger, it's basically going to look spectacular, even the city wall, which is already in tatters and has collapsed more than half of it.

Lynch couldn't tell from the collapsed appearance how the wall had been damaged to become like this, although looking to the left and right, the wall still seemed to stretch towards infinity against the black fog, but Lynch felt that the other place might not be much better than this one.

"Such a magnificent wall...... It should be a magical creation, I don't know if it's so tall to defend against something. Lynch caressed the dilapidated wall in front of him, which was close to ruins, and felt the cold touch in his hand.

The stone-like walls were surprisingly not very hard, and instead, Lynch felt like he was stroking a ball of cream that was about to freeze hard.

The lantern that had not been seen before was now hanging high on the city wall not far from Lynch, and a black figure was standing straight on the lantern, his face hidden in the shadow of the tattered hood, his arms folded, his cold gaze piercing through the air, piercing Lynch's face.

He was waiting for Lynch to take the initiative to interact with him.

Before, Lynch relied on the Broken Eye and noticed that there was a trace of releasing his natural ability in the place where the lantern disappeared, and a shallow black mark was printed on the ground, so this trace was also the direction leading to the new city, so Lynch followed this trace.

The guy who took Lynch's lantern stopped at the edge of the city wall and waited for Lynch in this way after noticing that Lynch was following him.

Aren't you just pretending to be forced, I'll accompany you!

Lynch took out the map that he had folded and stuffed in his fanny pack - this was the thing in his fanny pack except for the cards, and he didn't even bring dry food, one because he thought there would be dry food here, but because he really didn't feel at ease about handing over the flash card in his hand to someone else.

The material of the foil cards is very special, Luo Yu said before that she had tried to burn these foil cards with flames, but when she didn't use all her strength, the foil cards would not be damaged in any way after a short period of scorching.

Because the material of this thing may be of great use in the future, Lynch attaches great importance to it. However, he only kept three in his hand, two dragon cards and one demon card, and gave one to Ying Lan to do research.

Lynch wanted to see if he could confirm where he was now. Since there are no signs, and it is impossible to distinguish between the east and the west, the act of trying to confirm your location on the map without being able to determine some of the landmark buildings on the map is honestly still not very meaningful.

I wonder if this collapsed place on the edge of the city wall in front of me is a landmark.

Well, it's not. Lynch carefully searched for the description of the city wall on the map, only to find that on the map of the pit father, the city wall was just a circle around the city.

However, Lynch noticed that the position of the little red circle representing him had changed, and it was now near the circle.

This map is magical.

Standing on the lantern, the guy is still very patient and waiting, the two of them are like some kind of master, they don't say anything to each other, but in this black fog, you stand yours, I look at mine.

The warning in the margins of the map about the danger of the periphery of the city was still there, and while Lynch didn't know what that danger meant, he was pretty certain that it wasn't something that the poser at the top could handle.

Because this guy's hostility Lynch could clearly feel it, but he was basically sure that the sense of danger that was churning in his head right now did not come from him. In this way, it can be roughly judged that even if this guy is stronger than Lynch, it may not be much stronger.

The longer you stay in this vicinity, the more exciting and definite the sense of danger becomes, and just waiting for a tipping point will suddenly explode.

Lynch, who had been standing on the wall for a while, pretending to be forced, and pretending to lament the majesty of the wall, felt that he could not stay here any longer, so he hurried out into the city, ignoring the guy who had taken his lantern.

Because the existence of the lantern is really not very important to Lynch, and he doesn't want to clash with the black shadow here.

The black shadow was probably stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Lynch to ignore him, but he didn't bother with it, and the dwarf turned into a black shadow, wrapped in a lantern, blended into the city wall, and disappeared.

At the same time, Lynch, who had entered the city wall, suddenly felt something more in his body.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, the monster that has haunted him for a long time, perhaps a demon, has done the same thing to him.

is a "marker".

Lynch grinned, a little surprised.

Beyond the city walls, the scale of the city in front of him seemed to be much larger than the so-called imperial city, whether it was not far from Lynch, although it had collapsed and dilapidated, but its original grandeur could be seen, or the slender or majestic towers that imprinted a black shadow behind the black fog, all made Lynch feel that this was like a city that had once been a glorious magical civilization.

There was some faint movement behind him, and Lynch turned his head to find that at the entrance of the dilapidated hole in the city wall, where Lynch had just come, there was a black figure facing him, not much taller than him.

Because of the black fog surrounding it, Lynch couldn't see it.

The figure held out his hand to Lynch and made a "welcome" gesture: "Welcome to the new city, possessed one," the dark shadow said, its voice unexpectedly soft, and the somewhat Sue-sounding male voice continued to say loudly, "Please work hard here and try to leave some evidence as you clean up." ”

What is this? Receptionist? As for broadcasting what should have been said to one person for half the city to hear?

Lynch's pitch-black eyes looked at the figure that was also steaming with billowing black mist in his perspective, looked at the two dazzling red points of light at the position of his eyes, and couldn't help asking, "May I ask ......?"

But after the words were finished, the black shadow turned into black smoke, as if blown away by the wind, and disappeared.

Will everyone be welcomed in such a way after the marking?lure the monster by sound?Lynch glanced around, and after hearing the faint crying and some strange movements, he decisively found a house that looked relatively intact, pushed open the door, and hid himself in deeper darkness.

The possessed themselves are not afraid of the darkness, not only because of their talent, but also, because of their possession, they are actually like most monsters in the black mist, they can be regarded as a part of the darkness.

Without determining the level of the monster, it is not a rational act to rush out and be a target.

Although Lynch regards almost all the monsters in this world as experience points that can move, he has to admit that in this kind of situation of fighting monsters alone and without a thigh hug, it is difficult to say who is the hunter and who is the prey.

Monsters themselves also have a thirst for humans and abilities, and this thirst is not much worse than Lynch's thirst for them.