At this moment, the sound of the sorrowful rope came again.

Mark and Bison were no strangers to this voice, and their hearts were suddenly twisted by some mysterious power, and even wanton beating became a luxury.

The fog around the elementalist quickly thickened, and the dense fog that suddenly poured out was like a churning wave, hitting the elementalist head-on.

"Hahaha! It's waiting for you! The Elementalist immediately flew out of his hand with two fiery fireballs the size of a basin.

The spiraling, high-heat fireball screamed and hit the thick fog.

The thick fog that had been rolling a second ago suddenly slammed. Then it dissipated with a bang.

This was not the end, more dense fog swept towards the elementals, like a continuous wave.

When three fireballs were fired in a row, the elementalist panicked when he found that he had no way to stop the other party. The passive magic protection circle of his robe also released red light at this time, trying to resist the invasion of mist.

Unfortunately, the dazzling firelight only lasted less than three breaths before it "popped" and was completely overwhelmed by the mist.

The elementalist screamed, letting out a pitch-shifting hiss no less than a soprano, and crawled in the opposite direction in fear in an attempt to escape.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

It's not that he's running too slowly, it's that it's a mistake for him to go crazy and provoke this monster in the fog.

It's hard to blame him, a bloody eye means that half of his sanity has been eroded.

This is an inevitable consequence.

Less than a second.

The surrounding fog was filled with dense raindrops of footsteps, and if they weren't so crisp, Mark might have thought it was a spider's chelicera.

Apparently not.

For the first few seconds, the elementalist's dying wails could be faintly heard in the thick fog.

After a few moments, the death howls were gone, and all the sounds faded into softness.

As the fog quickly thins out, most of it eventually disappears.

All is silent again.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a large pool of blood and a devoured corpse in the middle of the break room, one might even wonder if nothing had happened just now.

Mark didn't come closer, just glanced at it from afar: sure enough, the elementalist's legs were gone.

The stupid girl asked weakly, "What shall we do?" ”

"Keep walking deeper into the academy."

Whether it is advance or retreat, the 20 points of the dice have long said everything.

After entering this strange misty world, Mark couldn't say that he had gained nothing, and there were two more small points of light in his soul vision.

One was brought by the Apologetic Knight Apprentice, which was even more light.

The other was brought by the elemental, and when he got a little closer to the corpse, the remnants of the elementalist's soul turned into a point of light and flew into the 20-sided dice that the Bison chick couldn't see.

This phenomenon made Mark guess - can the dice help him touch the corpse automatically?

It's a pity that the point of light is still small, unlike the storm force rubbing that came to hand before, the overall shape is a complete ball of light.

Or a few apprentices who touch the corpse can make up a copy.

Mark also noticed another thing: it seemed that the monster in the fog couldn't see them?

The distance just now cannot be said to be close, and it is definitely not far.

Even if the lights go out when he gets close, with his rather active soul fire, it's normal to attract monsters.

The monster ignored them completely.

It's bizarre.

Walk through the lounge and you'll find another atrium to the west of the college. The huge hollow design separates the teaching area from the dormitory area.

In a normal college, it is not a place with birds and flowers, but at least it is clean and tidy, with bright street lamps and a large space covered with ornate tiles.

At this time, the rest atrium changed drastically, and the outer wall on the north side completely collapsed. A boulder, to say the least, of a hundred tons, stuck on the façade of the building between the teaching and dormitory areas, rudely occupying half of the atrium space.

Mark had two options: one was to divert from the lounge to the deeper part of the teaching area, and the other was to go to the dormitory.

The dormitory area of the Mystery Academy is dedicated to the tutor, and if it is inconvenient to leave the school, the tutor will spend the night in the assigned dormitory. Lecturers who are younger and don't have the money to buy a house will also live here.

Bison chick spoke: "There is an even stronger [abnormal] reaction from the depths of the teaching area. ”

"Then let's go to the dormitory first."

"Why?"

"Maybe we'll find a helper."

The academy is so abnormal. There are outer courtyards, and even senior students from other schools rushed in, not to say, why they haven't seen the tutor since just now.

Normally, the combat power of the tutor far exceeds that of the student.

There is no reason why students have survived until now, and even stronger teachers have not survived.

Bison is a little stupid, and she has one thing to do: maybe she is scared, she has all kinds of ideas in her heart, but in action she will unconditionally obey Mark's orders. It's very comforting.

The two of them carried kerosene lamps and walked to the dormitory.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the darkness ahead: "Who's where!?" ”

In the next second, a spotlight-like thing hit the two people with a fairly bright light.

"Wait! We are living people. Mark covered his eyes with one hand, and slowly raised his other hand with the lantern to show that he had no ill will.

"Release your left hand and let me look into your eyes."

Barely able to open their eyes in the bright light, Mark and Bison struggled to open their eyelids.

In a few seconds, the other side seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Praise the mystery! Your eyes are not red. Come here, it's safe here for now. ”

The glare is gone.

Mark and the two of them ran over in small steps, and in the gatehouse by the fence at the entrance of the dormitory, they saw a man dressed as a guard lighting a kerosene lantern.

"You're ......," Mark hesitated.

The man sighed: "Worthless dormitory janitor Anthony." ”

Mark noticed that Anthony was holding a double-barreled shotgun with a golden inscription on the barrel in his other hand.

Both sides immediately introduced themselves briefly.

Anthony was surprised, "You guys just entered this place for a short time?" ”

"Yes, maybe an hour, maybe more." Mark showed off the angry pocket watch given by a certain lady, and the diamond-encrusted on it reflected the light of the oil lamp, almost blinding the eyes of others.

When they opened the lid of the watch, they found that the pocket watch had stopped.

Mark: "No matter what I do, the pointer just doesn't move. ”

High-priced mechanical pocket watches are quite reliable most of the time.

The janitor sighed, "We've been here for an unknown number of days. Maybe it's ten days, maybe it's months. Time in the dark has lost its meaning. ”

"You guys?" Mark noticed the words he was saying.

"Well, you come with me first." Instead of taking Mark into the dormitory, after entering the fence, he walked to the side.

Through a tunnel that was not long enough for two people to walk side by side, Mark and his wife were surprised to find that the janitor had brought them to a small platform on a cliff outside the main building of the school.

Miss Bison couldn't help but ask, "Won't those fogs intrude here?" ”

"Thank you for the Dean's magic runes." Anthony pointed to the top of the tunnel entrance, where there was a magic array that emitted a pale blue glow, and carved it on the stone wall: "It was just windproof, but then it seems that something was added." We don't understand the things of the transcendent. ”

The platform is not big, only about 50 square meters. On the side is a row of wooden fences, and if it is a normal situation, it is probably an abyss-like cliff. All that could be seen was a churning fog.

Most of the podium is occupied by a two-storey wooden house.

The light provided by kerosene lamps is insufficient, and everything is hazy.

A "squeak" opened the rough wooden door, and Anthony made a 'please' gesture: "I don't know what's going on at the academy, at least during this time, the dormitory gate and here are safe." ”

The door opened, and a woman's voice came from inside as the kerosene light on the wall next to the entrance was projected: "Anthony, is that you?" ”

"It's me, dear." Anthony replied, with a smile on his face: "That's Susie, the insider." ”

As soon as he turned his head, he shouted to the inside, "Guess what I came across?" Two students who were not contaminated. ”

"Oh, that's great." The woman inside shouted again, "Sorry, guest, I'm cooking, Anthony will greet you first." ”

"It's fine. It's not good for us to take the liberty of bothering. Mark replied with a smile.

Anthony let the two in, closed the door, pointed to the standing hanger next to the door, and then opened the exaggerated shoe cabinet embedded in the wall next to the entrance, revealing two rows of shoes neatly arranged inside.

The light is low, and it's hard to see what shoes are inside.

"You both took off their coats and shoes first, and I needed to disinfect them. Well, you two should understand that we just instinctively prevent any pollutants from entering the house. ”

"Oh, okay." Bison chick subconsciously sat on a small stool specially placed next to the shoe cabinet, and was about to slipper, when suddenly Mark stopped her.

Mark glanced at the oversized shoe cabinet that could hold at least fifty pairs of shoes, and said for no reason, "I can take off my coat." Forget about the shoes. ”

"Why?" Anthony was stunned.

Mark's smile was odd, and he pointed at the stupid girl, "Although it would be rude to say it to the lady, I still have to tell Mr. Anthony about you...... Her feet stink. ”

Bison's brain shut down for a second, and then an irrepressible shame and anger appeared on her face.

It was the worst hack she'd ever had.

"I ...... Where do my feet stink. ”

Mark insisted, "I'm sorry, it does stink, I'm sick and I'm throwing up." It's just that you can't smell it yourself. ”

This time, Anthony and Bison had the same wonderful expressions on their faces.