"Jerroke?"

Despite the deep sunken cheeks, the black flesh clings to the bones. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But the ugly burn marks on her face still reminded Alina of Jeroc - Jeroc, who gave her important information.

Hearing his name, the corpse jerked its head up, and its black hole eyes stared straight at the surprised Alina. The silver-haired girl's ugly face was so frightened that the corpse opened its mouth wide and howled, and a piercing scream penetrated Alina's ears. The sound seemed to be a signal, and a terrifying howl came from every cell, forming a terrifying symphony.

In the midst of the symphony of terror, Alina covered her ears in pain, and she finally understood where the sound was coming from. It is the cry of pain from the terrible death, it is the cry of despair, it is the cry of torment. She staggered and took a few steps back. Covering her ears didn't do anything, she was dizzy, and the scene in front of her gradually blurred. She saw that there was one more victim in the originally empty cell.

Those who were locked in iron chairs and went crazy, their faces clutched around the wooden table in pain, their nails broken, blood stained red sawdust. The jawless black skull in front of the stone pillar whispered noiselessly. Alina's eyes widened, her heart beating wildly, and she couldn't believe her eyes. Suddenly, they stopped, the prisoners stared at her, and everything fell silent.

The bloodshot eyes, the hollow eye sockets that were snapped alive by the fingers, and the white eyes were all staring at her. It was a look of jealousy, and Alina could feel it, and they longed to drag her to prison and let the madness tear apart her healthy body. Her body shivered, and a chill enveloped her.

Suddenly, countless hands reached out to her, trying to grasp her.

"Yikes!"

Alina exclaimed.

She felt a chill on her face, and all the strange scenes in front of her disappeared. The two hands, barely reaching her cheek, shook in front of her eyes, causing her to take a step back, and the scimitar slashed at her shriveled hands at the same time. The blade easily sliced off both hands, and both fell to the ground. Grayish-yellow flames burned and jumped on the flat fracture. Jeroc, who was clinging to the iron, swung his stump in pain, and he fell to his knees with his mouth open.

The walking corpse was like dry firewood, and the gray-yellow flames burned more and more along his arm.

At this point, Alina discovered that a large piece of skin had been cut off from its chest and belly.

"Ciri..... Ciri ....... Soul... Soul"

It grows its mouth and spits out slurred words.

"What? Say it again?"

The flames had spread to the shoulder, ****ing its sunken cheeks.

It seemed to have some senses, and its face slowly looked at Alina, and the corners of its mouth twitched upwards on its terrifying face.

"The scriptures...."

"What scriptures?"

The flames rose violently, enveloping it like a torch, and it burned in great pain.

"Glass Merchant!

It screamed, its body turned to ashes in the flames, and its pale white soul let out a long howl of pain and vanished.

Everything was quiet. It's as if nothing had happened.

Only the smoke of ashes and the frantically beating heart proved that what she had just seen was not a hallucination.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid. ”

Silence was the greatest horror at this time, and she crouched down, stroking the head of the squatting cat with trembling hands.

"Merry, can you say a few words to me?"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak. ”

Melly let out a rat cry, and Alina was stunned and her hand froze.

"Meow, meow. (Coward)

With graceful steps, tail wagging disdainfully, Melly walked up to the wooden door with her head held high, patting it with her forelegs, and at the same time looking away at the half-elf girl whose face was as white as paper.

Alina wiped her forehead and found that it was covered in cold sweat. She realizes that she has made a fool of herself in front of Melly. The half-elf girl strode towards the wooden door, pondering what Jeroc's words meant.

Thankfully, there is no second cell. After opening the wooden door, the dimly lit tunnel led deeper, where icy water droplets dripped from the cracks of the bricks, and the damp and cold wind carried a rancid smell mixed with the smell of formalin.

Alina suspects that she may have to fight the corpses of the victims, and it is impossible not to be afraid. She clenched the blade in her hand, the legendary blade gave her a lot of security.

She moved slowly, and the muttling couldn't stand her speed and sprang into the darkness and vanished. Alina believed in it, and she secretly hoped that a cat that could only be in the company of the legendary ranger would surprise her.

"Great, great.

Praise the dark sun, praise the one true God.

Yay, great.

Perfect skin, fluffy flesh, and bones.

Great....

”

Hoarse ballads, accompanied by strange musical sounds, came from the end of the hallway, and although the level was about the same as limericks, the enthusiasm of the singers made up for some of the level problems.

Alina scrept slowly, and Melly stopped by the door, pointing at the door with one paw and gesturing the other to wipe her neck.

As she got closer, the half-elf girl could tell that the singer's language was not Jofia, but from a region of the West. But she couldn't tell what instrument he was using.

Alina finally came to the door, and there was no light in the room, only flickering candles. An old man in a black robe with a hunched back and a thin black robe, his black robe was tattered and dirty, and through the black strips of cloth, his old thighs and arms could be seen. With his back to the silver-haired girl, he was singing at a wooden table, holding his thigh bone in both hands and beating the skull hanging from the rope. Several corpses, like meat pork, were hung by iron hooks and surrounded him.

Behind the body, tall wooden cabinets were backed against the walls and filled with transparent containers. The parts of the human body soaked in it come to life with the help of formalin. She saw a thin, frightened head, which seemed to be blinking as if it were from the dancing candle flame.

Alina stopped, her left palm nervously aimed at his back.

"Meow. ”

Melly touched her calf and repeated the movement of wiping her neck.

The half-elf girl realized that she couldn't burn the clues with flames, and that a living enemy could give her more information.

Alina nodded at it, and as she looked up, she stumbled upon a wooden statue of a god on a wooden cabinet. It depicts a slender deity, staring at her with striking black eyes, a dagger that pierces her heart.

Frightened, she accidentally knocked off a glass jar on the table.

"Smack. ”

With a terrible cracking sound of glass, a withered hand and shards spilled onto the ground.

"Ah, here comes a new corpse. The black-robed old man turned his head, his white eyes were full of excitement, and the tattered robe on his chest was pinned with the emblem of the god of lies, "This time it's the year..."

"Boom!"

A mushy fireball interrupted him, and the flames exploded. The fiery shockwave shattered the container and scattered in all directions with various debris. There was more of a disgusting smell of barbecue in the air, and a stronger smell of formalin, which was disgusting.

"You, how dare you do this...."

"Zizizi!!"

Blazing flames erupted incessantly at him, interrupting his words.

There was a muffled voice behind the flames, and Aliana's ears were keenly aware of one of the prayers. Suddenly, several hands grabbed her hood from above, and she immediately unbuckled her cloak and broke free.

She jumped backwards and fled to the door, where she saw her corpse hanging from the hook alive, her cloak seized and torn into rags by several dead white hands.

The black-robed old man, whose eyebrows and hair were all burned, stared at her with white eyes with hatred, and he held the emblem tightly in his left hand, extremely angry, as if he wanted to swallow her flesh piece by piece.

"You wicked apostate. ”

He had almost just squeezed the words out between his teeth when another prepared fireball slammed into him.

However, the dark power in the Evil God Emblem turned into a barrier and easily blocked her fireball.

"Die, die, die slowly, I'm going to tear you apart slowly. ”

With the words he hated, the walking corpses hanging from the iron hooks slowly grew fangs and claws. The corpse, lying behind him, stood up. It flexes its dirty claws full of germs, rubbing against each other, making metallic sounds, and its red eyes are filled with a thirst for flesh......