Then, without hesitation, Oppenheimer thrust Frederick into the waddling living dead, shouting, "He! he did it!" and fled. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As Oppenheimer rushed to the gate of the manor, he saw the dead men knock over Frederick with bitter hatred, throwing the stubborn count to the ground, and then rushing up like a flock of rice-pecking chickens, scrambling to drown Frederick's body, and the sound of tearing muscles and breaking bones crackled out, and before Frederick could finish shouting "Oppenheimer, you ......", the throat was torn out, and the syllables behind became indistinct "grunt".

Oppenheimer was frightened by the spectacle of the hungry people fighting for food, and as he ran past, he turned his head to see the hell for the last time, and saw only the shadow of Frederick's aristocratic slippers exposed, the soles still twitching reflexively, flicking from time to time.

Oppenheimer prayed in a frightened cross: "May you and I never see each other in heaven." Suddenly, a sinister smile floated in his ears: "How are you going to hide in the dark wilderness?"

Oppenheimer's eyes widened, and he suddenly saw a white figure standing still in the bleak and blowing grassland, with long white hair draped in moonlight, pale bloody clothes fluttering, like a mountain hermit. Oppenheimer knew, however, that the figure had a hideous and terrible face, and that his face was torn apart, and his skin was cut open, as if it had been slashed by a knife.

It was Grand Governor Mendelssohn who had been hunting him down until nightmares.

"Don't look for me!" Oppenheimer covered his face and cried in horror, scratching his cheeks and crying, "Don't look for me...... Please...... Leave me alone......"

The white ghost stood still, suddenly disappeared from a distance, and instantly appeared in a close distance, as if teleporting. Oppenheimer had completely lost the confidence to race against the ghosts in the wilderness, and fell to the grass with tears streaming down his face, and rubbed backwards on the ground, but accidentally approached the terrible manor, and turned his head in fright to find that the corpse of the woman dragging the logging axe had staggered out and was approaching step by step.

Suddenly, the snow-white remnants of the cold wind lifted Oppenheimer's face. He looked back in horror, and his entire vision was of the skinned face. The face, with its wide white eyeballs and a bloody smile, was close to it, and it was snickering with pleasure: "It's time to pay the debt! It's time to pay the debt! Will I peel off your skin whole? Or will I eat you alive with pity?"

Oppenheimer was terrified, his pupils dilated, his hair was straight, his body and limbs did not obey him, and he screamed incoherently: "Don't look for me! Don't look for me! Find those murderers, find those big guys!"

"I can't find any murderer but you!My dear son-in-law, my son-in-law who will take revenge! I can't find any other murderer, I find you by smelling the rancid stench of your conscience, and I can only find you!" Mendelssohn's ghost cried out frantically and angrily.

"Go to Lawrence! It was the vulture mercenary group that killed you, and Lawrence of that mercenary group is still alive! He was the one who laid the deadly trap, it was he who configured the poison that paralyzed the Teutonic Knights, and it was he who planned the whole ambush! Don't look for me! Go find him! It was Lawrence's dog bastard bastard at you like this!" Oppenheimer gambled his last hope, desperately straightened, glared at the ghost, and roared angrily: "It's obvious that Lawrence is more hateful than me who was used, right? He's killed all of you with his own hands, and he's got unwashable blood on his hands! You fool, you go out of your way to hunt me down in your nightmares, but let that bastard of Lawrence live in the Holy See! Go kill Lawrence, and kill that cunning hunter!"

The female corpse had staggered behind Oppenheimer, and the felling axe was mercilessly slashed down on the head.

Oppenheimer's eyes went black and he fell into the endless precipice of death.

The next morning, Oppenheimer suddenly shivered and woke up on a soft bed with a splitting headache. He touched his head and found it intact, with no signs of being eaten or opened. He immediately sat up and looked down at his body, which was intact.

Oppenheimer thought in surprise, "That's just a dream! I'm still alive!" and suddenly he pulled the door open and rushed into the sunny corridor, where he immediately heard the soldiers with guns behind him say, "Good morning, sir." ”

Oppenheimer stood barefoot in the hallway, embracing the fresh and lively air, embracing the dust floating in the sun. He carefully inspected the corridor and found that the wallpaper was smooth and elegant, and the floor was spotless, and it was indeed a clean world in real life, not a dim corridor in a nightmare.

He was in a good mood, and thought to himself, "It's all fake." Anxious to see how Frederick and Richard were doing, he hurried back to his room to change his clothes and shoes, and went downstairs and rushed into the dining room.

The restaurant had breakfast on the table, but it was empty. Oppenheimer hurriedly grabbed the butler and asked, "Where is your Highness?"

The steward bowed respectfully: "Your Highness is trying murderers in the courtyard." ”

Oppenheimer flew into the courtyard like a happy bird, and saw that the grass was as green as new, and there was not a single dirt pit, and there were no living dead crawling all over the ground.

Two rows of knights stood in the courtyard, and a cook, tied up with five flowers, trembled and knelt before Frederick's knees, crying and begging for mercy.

Oppenheimer walked over softly, just in time to hear Frederick gritting his teeth: "Those personal grudges cannot be used as an excuse for you to murder three living people." For the sake of your dignity and that of your family, I will lynch you to death. May God forgive your soul. ”

The knights of the two lines bowed their heads in pain and touched their chests, and mourned softly: "Amen." ”

Oppenheimer curiously hid behind Frederick and Richard, peeked at the weeping cook, and asked softly, "Did he kill three people?"

Frederick did not move, put his hand on the cook's head, and silently recited the first chapter of the Sanskrit text, ignoring Oppenheimer. Richard quickly pulled Oppenheimer aside to prevent him from disturbing the death ceremony, and then whispered to him: "Last night Frederick kept watch all night and caught the murderer who tried to kill someone. The cook poisoned his enemies and then secretly broke into the house to murder them while they were asleep. There was a lot of noise last night, and you slept too hard. ”

Richard took the bribe and treated Oppenheimer much better.

Oppenheimer clapped his hands happily: "Therefore, there are no demons and monsters in the world, only sinister human hearts. If I can catch the murderer, I will feel much more at ease--I am afraid that there are a few restless fellows in my house, I wonder when you will be free, and I would be grateful if you could move my mansion and pull out the thorns around me for me. ”