Hearing the words of the Death Priest in front of him, the old caretaker did not cooperate as soon as an ordinary grave keeper did, but frowned dissatisfiedly: "I am the caretaker of the cemetery, and I have never heard of the statement that the actions in the cemetery still need to be avoided by the caretaker." ”

"This is a special situation, old sir," said the diminutive man in black, in a serious and sincere tone, and after seeing the stubborn expression on the old guard's face, he finally sighed, "Well, I shouldn't have told you that this corpse was going to be sent to the Cathedral of Tranquility. ”

"The Cathedral of Tranquility?" The old guard subconsciously spoke, "What the hell is this ......?"

"Serious unknown contamination may have something to do with something deep in the mines, and we need to perform a special purification ritual where there are as few people alive as possible," the short man said with a serious face, "It's not just you who want to avoid it, but one of my colleagues and I have to do with you." ”

As he spoke, the tall man in black also stood up and silently came to the short man's side.

The old guard looked at the two black-clad priests in front of him, and then at the woman in black who was standing next to the morgue, who had now taken out the herbs and sacred oil used to perform the ritual from her body, and began to set up a makeshift altar in the open space in front of the morgue.

"Well, since it involves mines and pollution, that's not my part," the old man finally gave up his stubbornness, shrugged, put away his shotgun and turned to walk towards the cemetery path, and then turned back to greet the two men in black, one tall and one short, "Come on, I still have some hot tea in my hut, and you can also make a fire in it, the cemetery at night is colder than outside." ”

The two men in black glanced at each other, and said casually as they walked after the old man, "Then thank you for your hospitality, old man." ”

The old guard and the two men in black left, leaving only the woman in black with thin lips and another emaciated man who had always been silent by the morgue.

and a coffin that has fallen silent at the moment.

Duncan lay quietly in the coffin, contemplating the conversation he had just had with the caretaker, and guessing at the origin of the few uninvited guests who had appeared.

Landing tour in Frost...... It's really different from Prand's time, although it didn't seem to be going well, but it was also a lot of fun.

The only thing that displeased him was the poor execution efficiency of this shell.

Duncan raised his hand in the coffin and watched a small cluster of green flames leap on his fingertips, illuminating the small space.

Fortunately, the effect of the spirit fire was not affected.

In the flickering green firelight, he saw cheap low-quality wooden planks, rough linen lining, and the dense runes on the coffin lid and the triangular emblem in the center of the rune—it was supposed to be the mark of Bartoc, the god of death.

Those runes and emblems are obviously not "noble handiwork", but should be printed directly by machine, and the effect is similar anyway.

Duncan pricked up his ears again, listening carefully to the movement outside the coffin.

The coffin was thin and not tightly sealed, and he could clearly hear the conversation of the people outside, and he had just heard the sound of the caretaker and the two uninvited guests leaving, and now he could hear some rustling movements, as if the people who had stayed behind were walking around the coffin.

What are they going to do?

The woman in black stopped arranging the altar in front of the morgue.

She stood up, glanced in the direction the caretaker had left, and after making sure that the stubborn old guard was far away, she spat on the ground next to her, and then walked to the coffin in front of her.

The "altar" that had just been set up was trampled by her carelessly, and the powdered herbs and the earthenware container containing the grease were kicked open.

The taciturn man in black had already arrived at the coffin, and he shook the cane he was carrying, and the end of the cane popped out of the metal elbow and turned into a crowbar.

"Wait a minute," the woman in black raised her hand to stop her partner, then came to the coffin, curled her fingers and tapped, "Is it still there?" ”

"Ah, yes," Duncan replied at once, "something?" ”

The woman in black frowned, as if she was a little confused, but then said with an expressionless face: "Do you know who you are?" ”

“…… "I don't know," Duncan said casually, "I'm still confused, I don't know how I got here, and a caretaker at the cemetery just got out of the cemetery who said I was actually a dead man and would be burned down in three days...... What the hell is going on? What do you do? ”

"Ah, we're here to help you," the woman in black said lightly, "You don't want to be burned, do you?" ”

"Of course - while it's true that the frosty winter is cold, it's still too challenging to keep warm in the crematorium, are you going to let me out?"

"Your joke is as cold as this night, sir," laughed the woman in black, "of course, we'll let you out, and then you just have to come with us, and you won't have to worry about anyone continuing to trouble you." ”

"Thank you very much." The voice in the coffin said politely.

The woman in black retracted the expression on her face, stepped back half a step, and nodded to the silent man holding a crowbar: "Pry it open." ”

The silent man stepped forward at once, and with the creaking sound of prying, the coffin, which was not very sturdy, was quickly opened, and then he pushed forward with his cane, pushing the dark lid aside completely.

The planks slipped off the platform and fell heavily on the gravel floor.

The woman in black held up a finger and made a silent motion, but there was some kind of hoarse muttering in her throat, which didn't sound like a human voice.

And with her "silence" gesture, the coffin lid fell to the ground without making a sound, and even in the blink of an eye, the heavy wooden board turned into black dust drifting in the wind, and disappeared silently into the night.

Then, a man and a woman dressed in black raised their heads and looked at the wide open coffin.

A pale-faced, thick-armed man in a dark brown coat sat up from the inside and looked at them curiously.

After a long time, Duncan showed a faint smile on his face, and sighed softly: "Ah, it seems to be interesting." ”

"What did you say?" The woman in black frowned, then immediately straightened her face and commanded in a deep voice that seemed to carry a strange power, "Come out of it first, and leave here with us." ”

"No hurry," Duncan smiled and shook his head as he sat in the coffin, "your chains are so chic—your dark demons are pretty chic, I thought it was only dogs." ”

The man and woman in black were stunned at the same time when they heard this, and the next second they were shocked, and the woman with thin lips even subconsciously took half a step back, staring at Duncan sitting in the coffin in shock and vigilance: "Can you see our disguise?!" ”

"Disguise?"

Duncan raised his eyebrows, his gaze sweeping over the two people in front of him—

A woman, dressed in a long, dark-colored dress, with a thin and mean face, had a black chain sticking out of her neck and collarbone, which was clearly one with her body, as if extending directly from her collarbone, and at the end of the chain was an ugly bird made of black bone fragments twisted and pieced.

The black smoke rose from the strange bird's body, and it was resting firmly on the woman's shoulder, and the two blood-colored holes in the skull were staring at Duncan, and every bone fragment in his body was trembling slightly.

The other was a thin man, wearing a thick gray-blue coat, a chain extending directly from his throat, and the other end of the chain was connected to a huge jellyfish floating in the air, the jellyfish seemed to have no body, its whole body was made up of fluttering smoke, and in the depths of it was a blood-red core, which was constantly expanding and squirming, like a heart.

Pitch-black chains, symbiosis with smoky creatures.

Obviously, two annihilationists.

And the two cultists were all shocked at the moment.

"Ah yes, disguise," Duncan nodded knowingly, then got up from the coffin a little, walked out slowly, and carefully climbed off the platform - his movements were slow, because the body was really not very useful, "Dog seems to have a talent for interfering with cognition and helping symbiotes disguise their identities, so this is your universal skill?" But with all due respect, your disguise skills are really not very reliable, and I haven't seen a situation where things don't go wrong......"

"Stop!" The female believer finally reacted, she took a few steps back, and then raised her hand to Duncan, and the words that came out of her throat seemed to be mixed with another low, hoarse voice, as if another spell caster was casting a spell through her throat, "I deprive you of the ability to move, and order you to stop here!" ”

Duncan finally stepped off the platform, took two steps forward unhurriedly, and looked curiously at the woman not far away: "So, this is the so-called 'spell' that the Annihilation Cultists borrowed from the demon's mouth?"

"Well, one thing to say, it's a little more elegant than Shirley.

"But now it doesn't seem to be as effective as a meteor dog—it can at least scare the hell out of me."

(End of chapter)