In the cemetery, the old guard raised his head again and glanced at the guard's hut next to him.

He had reported the situation of the deceased in the morgue to the cathedral in the form of a telegram, but there was still no response - apparently, now that the entire city was covered in a strange fog and the sunlight in the sky had eerily disappeared, the cathedral had no energy left to pay attention to the anomalies in a small cemetery.

"I'm on my own······ The old guard grunted, tightening his coat, and the leather armor and metal inserts lining the coat made a slight grinding sound, "The scope of this fog is not small......

The dead silence in the cemetery was broken by the sound of clattering and knocking, and the coffins on several nearby morgues seemed to shake slightly under the thick fog.

「…… For the sake of my daily vigil for you dead people, can't I settle down a little at this time?" The old guard frowned and raised the muzzle of his gun slightly, he knew that these corpses had been parked for a few days

The sudden "movement" of the body was due to the strange fog, but there was nothing he could do.

I guess I can only wait for them to get up, and then send them away one by one.

Just as he was thinking this, a sound that was different from the restless sound in the coffins around him suddenly caught the old man's attention, and he was stunned for a moment, and instantly reacted, looking up at the path at the entrance of the cemetery.

A small figure stumbled out of the trail, its thick white coat and skirt like a jumping snowball in the dim environment.

"Guardian Grandpa! Help me! Guardian Grandpa!

Are you here!?"

The little jumping snowball shouted on the path, its voice sounding like it was trying to suppress panic and nervousness.

"Annie!" The old guard was not surprised, and subconsciously shouted to the girl through the thick fog, "Come here, don't go that way!"

The little girl who ran into the cemetery in a panic finally saw the old man standing near the guard's hut, and there was a moment of relaxation on her nervous and frightened face, and then she quickly ran towards this side: "Guard grandpa! Great, you're here·····

"Why are you still running around outside at this time!?" The old guard didn't bother to listen to the girl's cheers, and immediately reprimanded loudly with a stiff face, because today's situation was different from the past, and the danger of this dense fog was not like the snowy and slippery streets on weekdays, "Do you know that the whole city is under martial law now?!"

"I'm separated from my classmates!" Anne was taken aback by the old man's stern appearance and tone, but she still quickly waved her hand and explained, "We went to visit the museum with the teacher, and when we came out, we encountered heavy fog, and the teacher said to take us to the nearest night shelter, but in the blink of an eye, they walked into the fog and disappeared, and the old man stared: "Disappeared into the fog?"

"Yes, it's gone, it's a blink of an eye," Anne looked shocked, but still tried to explain her experience, "Then I went to find a place to take refuge myself, the museum was blocked, there were no adults to be found on the street, all the doors were locked, I knocked hard and no one opened, and then I remembered that the teacher said that if you were in danger, go to the nearest priest, guard, or sheriff, and the cemetery was recently, I heard you say that you are a veteran of the guards......

Listening to the girl's crackling explanation, the expression on the old guard's face quickly changed several times, and he realized that he had made some mistakes in the urgency of the little girl just now, and this child's response was actually a calm move among his peers, but he couldn't wipe his face for a while, so he could only continue to keep a straight face: "So you came to the cemetery to take refuge?"

Anne nodded vigorously, "Yes, they all say that Guardian veterans are more powerful than ordinary Guardians......

「…… But the cemetery is not a good place to take refuge," the old warden said in a deep voice, "especially at times like these."

Anne was a little flustered: "I ...... Shouldn't I be here?"

「…… No, there's no better option right now, and there's a higher chance you'll get into trouble by braving the fog and running around the streets," the old guard shook his head, "You hide first······

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a strange sound of Kerala nearby, and then out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a sudden rise from the nearest morgue

The lid of the inferior coffin of the shadow ——— was violently pushed open, and a restless arm struggled to lift from the coffin, and then the restless dead got up from it!

There was no time to remind Anne to close her eyes, the old guard had already instinctively raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and after a "bang", the corpse that had just wobbled up fell to the sky, and rolled off the morgue due to loss of balance.

"Ahh

Anne, who was hiding behind him, was just a child after all, and was immediately startled by the gunshot, but what she was more shocked than the gunfire was the ...... who had just sat up in the fog Corpse.

"That······ That ······." The little girl pointed to the morgue in horror and stammered.

The old guard subconsciously said, "Don't be afraid, that's just ......."

Anne finally cleared her breath and shouted quickly, "The teacher said that at this time you should immediately recite Bartók's name in your heart, and then beat the restless person with the branches of sour wood or smoked ropes, and then find an opportunity to run to the nearest church for help......

The old guard listened to the little girl's crackling words in a daze, and after two or three seconds, he suddenly raised his shotgun quickly, loaded it again, turned around and aimed at another morgue platform without looking back, and after a "bang", another restless person who had just crawled out of the coffin lay back where it should have been sleeping.

"Your textbooks are different from what they were back then, and we put this lesson after high school." He said casually.

Anne subconsciously held her head, her small body trembling a little from the impact of another gunshot, and although she reacted quickly when she memorized the text just now, her fear and nervousness were still quite honestly expressed.

"You hide in the house," the old man immediately covered the little girl to the guard's hut, opened the door with his backhand, and pushed Anne inside, "no matter what happens outside, never leave - as long as you don't go out, this hut is as safe as the icon hall of the church, understand?"

Anne's eyes widened in horror, and she nodded subconsciously as she looked at the fog outside, and in her sight, the morgues in the fog seemed to come to life, shadows wriggled between the platforms, invisible roars echoed in the cemetery, crucified coffins cracked and opened one by one, and frightened figures were waking up and sitting up from the "beds" that were supposed to be for people to rest.

The old guard shoved Anne into the hut, closed the door, and turned to shoot again.

The caretaker's hut was sturdy and protected by charms, but if all the dead in the entire cemetery did get up, then this small shelter wouldn't necessarily be able to hold off all the attacks - even if they did, the mental stimulation of the dead could penetrate the hut's protection and affect the child.

Try to kill as many as you can, and Anne will be safe.

"The god of death is above, and I've been retired for ten years!"

The old soldier grunted in his throat, skillfully pulling the bolt in his hand, throwing away the cartridge casing and reloading it, but there seemed to be a ball of fire in his already cloudy eyes, and he barely took aim at the next restless resident.

Gunshots rang out, the dead rested in peace, the smoke rose, and the soul died.

"On the other side, the gatekeepers are busy today, I hope they have time to deal with so many souls who are on the road early."

The old guard muttered, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all, and several restless people had begun to move in the direction of the guard's hut, he loaded his bullets again and again, shot again and again, and sent his "residents" on the road in advance again and again.

More and more rickety corpses appeared around the trail.

Those shadowy figures even made the old guard confused for a moment-

Are there so many corpses in the cemetery? With all the morgues combined, can you park so many corpses?

Did they come out of thin air in this thick fog?!

Bang!

After another gunshot, the old guard heard a roar from near him, and without raising his head, his left hand touched into his chest, and a short sword appeared in his hand

In seconds, his body seemed to disappear out of thin air and reappeared a few meters away from the doorway, the short sword slashed in the air, a corpse fell, and a swollen and deformed head rolled to the ground.

The old man looked down and saw that there was only one large eye on the skull.

The astonishment lasted only a moment, and the old man had returned to the door of the hut again, and at the same time raised the muzzle of his gun, pointing at another shadow that was staggering in the fog and rushing towards it.

The trigger was pulled, but the gun did not go off, only the click of the bolt hanging in the air.

The old man's eyes changed slightly, and he quickly put away the short sword, and touched the bullet pouch on his waist with his free hand—it was already empty.

After a moment of silence, the old guard sighed, "It's okay, it's almost the same number......

He put down his empty shotgun, reached out and reached for his dagger again, looking up at the figures that staggered out of the mist.

A slight creaking sound came from behind him.

The guard's hut was opened from the inside.

The old man turned his head in astonishment to see Anne looking at him cautiously.

The little girl clutched a loaded large-caliber rifle in her hand—it was his spare weapon.

And at the feet of the little girl, there are several bullet pouches and ammunition boxes, large and small.

Visible scratches could be seen on the floor, heavy objects that Anne had clearly dragged from the corners with great effort.

"Grandpa Guard, use this," Anne raised her hand, handing the rifle to the old man in front of her with some effort, "Can it come in handy?"

「······ Yes," after a moment of silence, the old man nodded, reached for his rifle, and tossed the double-barreled shotgun to the girl, "Reload."