Cheng was stunned for a moment, and there was some difficulty in understanding what was happening in front of him, because this magic circle that summoned demons should have been taught by them. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thinking of this, his eyes widened, and he thought of some possibility.

"The inside of the gravediggers is not completely polluted at this time, no, it should be said that the demonic knowledge has only been partially circulated. ”

Sure enough, he saw the man in black crawling out of the bloody mud, pointing at the pile of bloody mud and roaring loudly.

Her hood fell off because of the movement, leaking out the face of an old woman.

And this person, Makoto also knew, was one of the eight old men in the original fantasy world.

Then, Makoto's eyes swept over everyone, and he immediately saw that among the six people, only two middle-aged people showed panicked expressions.

Not only Makoto noticed, but the old woman also noticed.

Then she stopped yelling and looked at the crowd.

Four of them glanced at each other and turned their gaze to the three in a panic.

And after that, of course, there is nothing to say, it is a completely one-sided slaughter.

The old woman seemed to be less than a level of strength, and she didn't even have the ability to fight back, so she was cut off by a person with a dagger.

And the two middle-aged people seemed to be a little stronger, but after only three moves, one person choked his throat at the same time, and dragged the entire esophagus down alive.

Even if the attack wasn't on Makoto's neck, he still felt a tingling sensation in his neck, especially as he watched the two of them cover their necks but still couldn't stop the blood from splashing.

He subconsciously touched his neck and felt a lot more relieved.

After killing the three of them, two black shadows prostrate on the ground immediately appeared in the distance.

That's the ghoul!

As soon as the two ghouls arrived, they began to devour the three corpses, but in five or six minutes, they ate all the blood-stained dirt on the ground.

One of the men in black stomped on the ground with his foot, and the dirt rolled so that even the last traces were buried in the ground.

Then the four of them disappeared with two ghouls.

Makoto's gaze returned to the present, staring at the weedy land, and sighed silently.

"It turns out that the gravediggers more than 50 years ago have just been corrupted by demons, and the cult organization dominated by the hearts of the people has been transformed into a chaotic organization under the erosion of demonic power, but how did they build the country? How did they remain rational?"

The picture he saw brought endless questions to Makoto, and for a while it was difficult for him to find someone to answer.

He shifted his angle and looked back again.

This was the moment when the boy who imitated several corpses had just been taken away by Franklin.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment, and the picture in Makoto's eyes becomes a three-dimensional and static painting.

He swept the faces of the men in black one by one, and then memorized all of them's faces.

Then the screen began to flow, Makoto looked at the daggers that appeared in the hands of the four people, and said to himself: "Strange, shouldn't the gravediggers be led by forces like mages?

He suddenly discovers that the four are more like killers.

"Strange thing! Strange thing! How is this gravedigger organization so strange everywhere?"

Makoto paused the frame again, his eyes fixed on the daggers in the hands of the four.

The dagger was a long jab and two fingers wide, but the edge was jagged.

The most peculiar thing is that the head of the dagger is slightly bent to the side, creating a slight arc.

And the side of the dagger has an extremely tiny pattern.

At first, Makoto thought it was a two-headed cat ornament, but when he looked closer, he felt like a special butterfly.

He then looked at the dagger in the hand of the man who had stabbed the old woman to death, and sure enough, he saw that the groove of the dagger was stained with blood, and a vivid butterfly figure appeared.

The blood on the dagger seemed to collect itself into the groove, and then slowly disappeared inside.

That is, it is a blood-sucking weapon.

"Strange thing, this is clearly magic equipment! And why is it a butterfly and not a two-headed cat?"

Makoto couldn't figure out for a moment whether they were the gravediggers or not.

"Wait, someone who isn't a gravedigger?"

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and he said secretly: "In other words, the gravediggers have been invaded by people from other religions or organizations?"

He swept his eyes over the daggers and said secretly, "Killer organization? Well, it's possible that they're one of the gravediggers themselves!"

Makoto touched his chin and said to himself: "The gravedigger is a revenge organization, but in the final analysis, digging other people's graves is just disgusting at most, and the damage in essence is not great, and it is not incomprehensible if there are activists who form a killer organization to take revenge." ”

"It seems that the founding of the country is also this time period, if the interior is completely occupied by radical groups, then their next step is to restore the country in addition to assassinating the new individual. ”

Thinking of this, he felt as if he had grasped some important clue.

He suddenly felt as if he could guess the nobles of Saran.

The eight black-clothed people he saw in the illusion at the beginning, except for the dead old woman, everyone else is possible.

Of course, it also includes the young people who killed just now.

"Teacher Franklin, did you end up on the throne, or did you end up on the Pope?"

Makoto was immersed in the picture and his own reasoning, and Chaozhu suddenly said, "Someone is coming." ”

Makoto blinked violently and saw a figure approaching in the distance.

This man was the center of the group of prisoners, a young man named Klin.

Chengcheng's heart jumped, and there was a trace of doubt.

Everyone knew that he didn't know the language here, and he didn't know the lingua franca, and the other party definitely didn't come to talk to him.

Makoto waited here, then watched him slowly approach.

Two minutes later, the young man with a few small freckles on his face smiled at Chong Cheng, then pointed at Cheng, and then pointed to the house in the distance, and said a few words, as if someone was looking for him over there.

Makoto relaxed for a moment, but then thought of a possibility.

He nodded, and began to walk towards the other side of the room.

Chaozhu said, "I don't know anyone has this ability yet, and he's obviously been watching you. ”

Makoto smiled slightly, noncommittal to Chaozhu's words, he could see everything that had happened in the past three hundred years, and others could see what he was worth.

What's really interesting is that Makoto never imagined that the young man would have some kind of relationship with the gravedigger.

He branched himself out, apparently knowing something.

And that's where it gets interesting.

Cheng can see the past, so naturally he no longer pays attention to the expression of Klin, who is following him, but in the next time, he will definitely come back to observe and see what kind of face the other party has shown at this time.