Anglie slowly walked in the direction of the bloodstains, and soon came to a white mushroom house.

The doors and windows of this mushroom house were torn to shreds, and it was not too dark inside, just facing the sunny side.

Golden sunlight shone in through the broken doors and windows, and fell on the floor. Brightens up the whole room.

Anglie slowly walked into the room, the silver white on his skin became more and more conspicuous, like a metal man, and the hard texture reflected from his body up and down.

The mushroom house is very cramped. Several brown wooden tables and chairs fell to the ground.

On the wall hangs an oil painting frame with a picture of a family of three. Ordinary men, ordinary women, and a cute little blonde girl with a sweet and cute smile on her face when she was held by her parents.

The three men were dressed in gray Orion clothes, no different from the people of the Overworld.

Angles distinguished himself from other worlds, calling the world of the wizards he lived in the Lord world. But now, it seems that there is nothing else about the humans in the nightmare world.

He walked over and gently wiped the dust off the surface of the frame.

Syllable!

The corner of the frame suddenly skewed, leaving only a nail hanging from the white wall.

Angre withdrew his hand and looked left and right in the room.

Next to the table and chairs, there was a large bed, and two mummified corpses were covered in a white quilt. The corpse's hands and feet were exposed. From a distance, it looks like a few dry black tree trunks.

Angret walked over and lifted the covers.

Suddenly, a foul smell rushed to his face.

The blue light in his eyes flickered rapidly, and he took three steps back before he covered his nose with a frown and squinted at the corpse on the bed.

"Huh?" he snapped. The gaze fell on the gap between the two corpses.

In the crevice, a dirty girl curled up in the arms of a corpse. I slept soundly.

A hint of gold can be faintly seen under the long gray-black hair. The girl wears gray-black long-sleeved trousers. Feet without shoes side by side.

The skin is completely unrecognizable as white as in the portrait, and is completely gray and black.

She rested her hands on her chest, clutching a black object tightly in her hands. Much like a broken bone.

Angree's eyes flashed with blue light and scanned the girl's body. Then he walked over and patted the girl's face with a long dagger in his right hand.

Laugh at!!

A black hunting knife slashed at Angle's legs.

The little girl didn't know when a hunting knife appeared in her hand. Lying on the bed, he slashed at Angle.

Clang!

The long dagger and the black hunting knife collided together.

The little girl rolled backwards with a muffled grunt and slammed into the wall.

"Ah!!h Black and red blood slowly flowed from both eyes and ears, and the stench of decay intensified.

The little girl sat by the wall, her eyes fixed on Angele, her screams getting sharper and sharper, and the blood in her features became more and more watery.

Streams of sound waves spread out in all directions in the air like solid transparent ripples.

Angliel frowned. He raised the dagger in his right hand and swung it downward.

Swish!!

The dagger was instantly elongated and turned into an elongated silver sword. The blade spans a distance of several meters. With a snort, the little girl's head was cut in half.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The little girl fell crookedly in the corner. The head was empty, like an empty shell. Nothing.

Angre walked over, crouched down beside the little girl, and pulled a brown necklace from the girl's chest.

The necklace is made with a black rope threaded through a small wooden carving. The wood carving is a circular eyeball shape.

"I thought it was a living mouth, but I didn't expect it," Angliel frowned and stood up, "Presumably this is the infected mutant recorded in the inscription." ”

The dagger flipped the little girl's body, and there was nothing but the necklace. The bone in his hand is just the most ordinary broken bone.

Gently flicking the stain from his dagger, Anglie turned and walked out of the cabin.

Bang Bang Bang!!

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps from behind the mushroom room on the right.

Angliel was stunned, and rushed over without hesitation.

On the back of the mushroom room, the back of a black-clothed man flashed around another corner.

Anglie scurried with his dagger at his feet, and quickly rushed to the corner, just in time to see a black figure rushing forward.

With a wave of his left hand, a silver thread flew out of his palm, and he sneered in front of the man, completely blocking the way.

The figure suddenly stopped and turned.

It was wrapped in a black cape, and its eyes were covered in inky glass. Not even a single trace of skin was exposed. It's like a person who is completely wrapped in a black cloth.

He is a cut shorter than Angle, almost 1.6 meters tall. The man looked at Angle, and stepped back to one side of the wall, looking terrified.

"Are you a survivor?" Angre asked in a slightly jerky Chaos whisper, narrowing his eyes.

The pronunciation of chaotic language is like a man and a woman speaking at the same time, and it is impossible for the average person to speak this language without the use of special vocal cord techniques.

Hearing Anglie speak, the figure suddenly trembled and seemed to be a little excited.

It trembled violently.

"Molesuxiliyeji?" he looked at Anglie, and suddenly said something from his mouth, as if he remembered something, and he hurriedly added: "Yehu!ygjjlinan!"

"You don't understand the language of Chaos?" Anglie was slightly stunned.

"Govalia?" the figure said tentatively.

"What do you mean?" Angliel looked at him with a frown. He pointed to his lips, then shook his hand.

"Who are you?" Finally, the figure spoke in a very strange Byronic language. "Don't repeat!!Only the infected will repeat!!" his voice hurried.

"I, I'm a recluse. I have always lived in a very secret place, a corner of the world. I didn't expect to see this kind of scene when I came out. "Anglie didn't think twice about making up a set of life experiences. Also introduced in fluent Old Byronic language.

"Hermit?" the figure's voice was thick, "I'm a survivor, a survivor in this town. He seemed accustomed to speaking in Byron.

"Can you find a place to tell me more about what's going on? I was almost attacked by a weird little girl. With a flick of his hand, Anglie withdrew the silver thread and fused it back into a long dagger.

"That's fine. The man nodded. He looked at Angret carefully. It seems that he finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. "You've got something on your skin, right? No wonder you don't have to wrap your whole body like I do. But how can it be silver?"

"Wrap your whole body?" Anglie was stunned, "Why do you want to wrap your whole body?"

"You don't know?! Those guys can only stop them in black. Any other color of clothing will be directly penetrated by them, sucking any living thing dry. Eat the flesh of any living being!" the man was surprised. "Let's go, I'll take you to our refuge first. He turned and walked towards the path to the left.

"Good. ”

Angel backhanded the twin daggers into his back and followed behind the man.

The two of them walked one after the other, and soon walked to a mushroom house. The house was in a dilapidated state, and half of the roof had completely collapsed.

The man stepped over some wooden slag on the ground, bent down and groped for a while on the ground, and soon found a pull ring, which he held and lifted.

There was a muffled sound.

Rumble.

The man pulled up a stone slab from the ground, revealing the dark space below.

"My family and I live in this cellar. It's been more than three years. He said as he walked gently down the stairs. "Come in, and take it with you.

Angliel frowned. Eyes flashed with blue light. Only then did he follow the man in, and brought the slate with his backhand.

The cellar is a space no more than 10 meters long and wide.

Black stone walls and floors. There is no light. Only the silhouettes of some barrels and tables and chairs can be faintly seen.

There was a musty smell and the smell of feces and urine in the air. Stepping on the ground, it was a little slippery and sticky, and it was very uncomfortable.

The figure of the man was standing by a bed in the corner, and two petite figures threw themselves into his arms.

"Ezra!" "Ezlakiri!"

The voices of the little boy and the little girl suddenly came out.

The man removed the black clothes from his body, turned around and said to Anglie embarrassedly.

"This is my son Fella, daughter Frya. ”

Anglie nodded, and watched as he pulled out some hard bread and pieces of meat from a small pocket under his clothes and handed them to the two children.

"Have you lived in this cellar all along?" he asked in a low voice.

The two children seemed to be a little afraid of him, and they both cowered behind their father's back, looking at him timidly.

"Yes, it's been more than three years, 64 months a year, 100 days a month, and it's almost 20,000 days, and I've been living in this cellar all the time," the man seemed to sigh with emotion.

"What the hell is going on?" said Anglie, pulling out a chair and sitting down. He converted the time, and one year was equivalent to 17 years in the Overworld. More than three years, that is, more than fifty years ago.

"What's going on?" the man smiled wryly, "There was a big change five years ago, and the whole world changed. I don't know where a disease appeared and spread rapidly. All creatures are turned into various monsters by this creature. The Mother Church of IICOLIN was unable to stop the spread of the disease, and after the last High Priest left a record of despair, the whole world was completely plunged into fear and darkness. Many times, some illusory things will become reality, and some real things will become illusory. The world is in shambles. ”

"The illusory becomes reality, the reality becomes unreal?" Anglie became more and more interested in the nightmare world now.

"yes. The man walked over to Anglie and sat down. "Sometimes, there are lakes and houses in some places for no apparent reason. Sometimes some places disappear inexplicably, and many buildings disappear. On the earth, in the sky, there are some strange monsters everywhere. You know? I've even seen a human walking alone in the woods with no other body than a thigh, alone! ”