Oops!

The moment he saw the distorted light, the old guard realized that he had been careless and in extreme danger - in the middle of the night, there was an unimaginable and indescribable presence knocking on his door, and even more deadly, he had lit a powerful incense a few minutes earlier in order to dig up the secret from the souls of two cultists!

The incense was enough to construct the dying illusion in the mind of the deceased, and it could also greatly increase the caster's own perception range and mental acuity, which allowed him to distinguish the ghostly demonic breath from the slightest fluctuation of consciousness of the two cultists—the side effect was that his spiritual vision briefly increased, so that he was now almost defenseless to face the truth about the visitor.

The brilliant and twisted starlight surged wildly outside the door, faintly outlining a huge, giant-like existence, as if a shrill howl of ten thousand roars superimposed on each other was rampaging in his mind, each whistle seemed to tear his soul apart, the old guard stood there stiffly, and saw a starlight extending towards him, and the front of the starlight suddenly bloomed, as if there were countless eyes rolling around inside.

Duncan looked at the old man with the shotgun in front of him, and then looked behind the old man.

He saw the two lifeless bodies.

The cultist has been dealt with - the seemingly fragile old man in front of him seems to have more strength than he expected.

"Looks like the trouble is solved, that's good," Duncan said with a smile and a slight nod, "I was trying to help, I was worried that you would be in danger......"

As he spoke, he glanced down at his current state, and quickly added: "Ah, I know that I look a little scary now, and very suspicious, and the reason for this is very complicated - the situation is urgent, I had to temporarily use a shell of poor quality, and now this body is gradually crumbling, but don't worry, old man, I am not a bad person......"

The humming roar seemed to be mixed with human language, the few intelligible words mixed with a huge amount of knowledge washed over all the senses, and the old warden faced the starlight giant in an invisible storm, and he realized that the other party was talking to him.

The indescribable person who visited this winter night seemed to want to communicate something with himself.

But he couldn't hear anything clearly.

It's just that one thing is clear to him - he is the guard of the cemetery.

He could not allow a suspicious presence to remain in the land where the dead were supposed to rest.

The old man's muscles were stiff, but he still slowly raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and under the interference of great mental pressure and confused thinking, he aimed the muzzle of the gun at the ...... "individual" that seemed to be as powerful as a god.

"Leave," he muttered, and then raised his voice a little, "Leave!" Don't bother them! ”

Duncan frowned.

But he quickly understood the old guard's fierce reaction at this moment—after all, how he didn't look like a good person at the moment.

With black smoke coming out of his body, his skin being torn apart inch by inch, and half a pound of soot dropping at his heart, the old man just raised his gun at himself and didn't fire immediately, which only proved that there might be no bullets in his gun......

"It's time for me to leave," Duncan nodded, taking a half-step back, not minding the old man's violent reaction, "I'm just here to check the situation." ”

He could feel that the collapse of this body had reached its limit, and the spirit he had projected from the Lost Country was gradually detaching itself from the medium that was about to disintegrate.

"Today's first visit was chaotic and there were many accidents," he said to the old guard, smiling, "but the conversation with you was quite pleasant, and I hope we can meet next time in a more peaceful and stable environment." ”

The spirit was detached from its shell, and the body, which had quickly disintegrated due to the death of the Symbiotic Demon, was finally completely destroyed, and after losing Duncan's forcible maintenance, it fell on its back and fell to a dry and shattered piece of charcoal.

The indescribable being suddenly left, and it really did.

The old caretaker felt that the huge pressure and crazy noise in the spiritual world disappeared in an instant, and the chaotic starlight in front of him also dissipated in the blink of an eye, and a kind of tinnitus with a sense of emptiness emerged, he raised his head and looked around in the persistent tinnitus, and saw that the cemetery path was winding and extending under the light of the gas street lamp, the shadows on both sides of the path were blurry and overlapping, as if hiding countless trembling and jumping outlines, and the morgue near and far was covered with beating limbs and creeping shadows, and a pair of eyes blinking in the dark, Every pair of eyes is human.

He closed his eyes forcefully, silently recited the name of Bartók, the god of death, and opened them again after a few seconds.

The strange sight in his vision was still there, but a little better than before, at least he could see more of the real world as it should be, and he could see the line between the road and the morgue.

It's the aftermath of madness – the good news is that it's not permanent madness, it's not outright madness.

The old warden looked down the path and saw a strange pile of charcoal scattered on the side of the road, and looked in the direction of the morgue in the distance, but it was difficult to see what it really looked like.

The pale glimmer of light of the creation of the world shines on this world.

The experience turned into an accurate judgment at the moment: he didn't know how long his madness would last, and with his ability to judge and the possibility of mental deterioration at any time, continuing to be outside could only lead to unpredictable results—he was not even sure whether he would be aiming at the living or the dead the next time he raised his gun.

The unspeakable being is gone, and from the perspective of the superior individual, he can be said to have done nothing wrong, which means that he may be some kind of friendly presence - so at least for a short time, the cemetery should not be invaded by anything else.

Whatever you want to investigate next, you can only wait until after the sun rises.

The old warden groaned slightly, turned back to the hut, quickly locked the door, locked the window while battling the persistent vertigo and tinnitus, relied on his memory to find herbs and holy oil from the confusion of shadows and wriggling things, and poured them into the four corners of the room, and after all this he came to the center of the room, pushed the still warm body from the chair to the ground, sat down on the chair himself, hung a death insignia on his chest, held the double-barreled shotgun, and waited quietly for the day to fall.

……

In the captain's bedroom of the Lost Land, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced beside him.

Aye was tilting his head to look at the side when a phrase popped up: "Our warriors are engaged in a battle with the enemy...... The situation is too bad for us! ”

"What did Alice fight again?" Duncan listened to the movement outside, and could faintly hear the clanging sound on the deck and the occasional exclamation of the puppet lady, but this sound had long become a daily routine on the Lost Country, so he didn't care, just shook his head, "Let her go, the fight will stop after a while." ”

As he spoke, he moved his slightly stiff neck and looked up at the window.

It was not yet sunrise, and there was still only darkness on the endless sea.

And at the end of that darkness is the direction of the frost.

His somewhat hasty journey to the frost did not go well, not only did he not find a long-lasting body, but he did not even leave the cemetery in the end.

But if it doesn't go well, it won't go well, and it's not for nothing that I have learned from this toss.

Duncan reminisced about his experiences in the cemetery, combing through the information he had.

The Annihilation Cultists who follow the Dark Lord...... This is the most noteworthy part.

Four cultists, posing as priests of the god of death during the strictest hours of the curfew, ran into the cemetery to try to steal a corpse, and even risked their lives for it...... This is no small matter.

It is foreseeable that what will happen in that cemetery after sunrise tomorrow will come into the eyes of the frost authorities and the local church, and will cause a small shock among the church guards.

The "deceased" who crawled out of the coffin himself would of course also attract the attention of the local church.

The temporary-occupying body......

Duncan frowned slightly.

This is another key place.

There was clearly something wrong with the corpse - not just because four of the Annihilators risked coming over in the middle of the night to steal it, but also because of the strange "self-disintegration" of the shell that followed.

Duncan looked at his hands.

He still remembers the sight of the shell rapidly disintegrating.

It wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, but it was the first time he'd seen the strange disintegration - in the sewers of Plain, the heartless sacrifice had never been in such a strange situation, no matter how bad it was!

At the same time, Duncan also remembered a sentence that the cultist had inadvertently revealed:

"This body is almost at its limit."

The Annihilation Cultists obviously knew something, and they had anticipated the disintegration of the body......

Duncan lifted his hand and rubbed his chin slowly.

While speculating about the intentions of those cultists, he was also thinking about another matter.

Behind these unusual things...... Is there some connection to Morris's "friend who came back from the dead"?

(Thanks to the white silver Meng who embraces the motherland on the left and the Kong Daijian Xian Guyue on the right, today is a double change~.)

In addition, from the end of this month to the 7th of next month, during the double period, ask for a monthly pass~~

ps: Anyway, since Yangkang, the speed of thinking has slowed down a lot, and the memory is not right, and the idea of writing a chapter will be interrupted several times, and it will be repeated several times to ensure that it is a normal level to write, and it is said that many authors are also in this situation...... Who knows how long this will last? Is this mild brain fog? ）

(End of chapter)