After making sure there were no other hidden dangers in the room, the flesh moved and piled up with its clothes, forming the appearance of Lady Catherine Motley in a matter of seconds.

Returning to her normal state, Catherine walked over to Tyron, who had fallen into an anomaly, and took a closer look. Soon, the experienced woman had a guess:

"If there is nothing abnormal in the body, then the problem is that there is something wrong with the spirit. Well, it's not that hard for me. ”

Catherine's turquoise eyes flashed with a ghostly light, and she instantly used the "soothing" ability of the "hypnotist". Tyron, who was lying on the bed in a strange whirlpool, immediately reacted, and his trembling body and inaudible whispers were significantly reduced.

But this is a big difference from the outcome she wanted.

"Alas, trouble." Lady Catherine sighed silently, knowing that the matter could not be resolved quickly, she quickly thought of another way. After a moment's pause, she touched the edge of the bed with her fingers and tapped rhythmically.

This is a method of hypnosis through the voice.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick......"

As fingers tapped the wooden planks vigorously, the room began to reverberate with one crisp sound after another. The sound was layered, like a long, quiet nursery rhyme, and finally it all merged into his mind through Taryn's ears, and his unconscious consciousness gradually returned.

With that done, the matter is nearing the end, but it's not over. Lady Catherine's body shattered again and fell to the bed. Then the flesh burrowed into Tyronn Raymond's body little by little through his ears, nose, mouth, and into his consciousness......

On the other side, Brian, who was hidden downstairs in the teacher's quarter, took out his old watch from his bosom and checked the time, and it was now nearly 20 minutes before he was separated from Ms. Catherine. This made Brian, who didn't have much experience in the first place, feel inexplicably nervous and uneasy.

"Arnold, how long do you think it will take for Lady Catherine to return?"

Arnold moved slightly, and stepped out of the shadows of the wall with his hands on his chest. smiled: "Don't worry too much, the captain hasn't come out yet, it should be that something happened, but there will be no accidents."

"Hmm." Brian put away his pocket watch and nodded silently, noncommittal.

Arnold knew he hadn't reassured his team-mate's suspicions, so he stepped forward to say something more. But before he could open his mouth, he felt a tingling in his scalp.

This is the special inspiration of some transcendent professions for danger, an almost intuitive inspiration.

"Oops! Brian, come on!" Sensing that something bad might happen next, Arnold instantly pulled out a revolver hidden under a trench coat from his waist and threw it to Brian without hesitation. Because he knows that Brian doesn't have much ability to resist risks and surprises now.

"Huh?" Brian, who had not yet reacted to the "magician's" high degree of coordination of his body, almost instinctively caught the revolver with a handle made of wood.

Then, before he could see the suddenly extra items in his hand and ask what was going on, he saw the scene around him become blurry and unfamiliar from far to near.

When his gaze gradually recovered, Brian's mouth opened slightly, and he looked around in astonishment by the crimson moonlight, and found that Arnold and the surrounding buildings were majestic, quiet, and the wooded college had disappeared, replaced by rows and rows, examples, stone tablets with strange names written on them.

"This is a cemetery?"

The biting wind swept across his face, and the trees not far away shook one after another, making a strange "rustle" sound, Brian looked helplessly at the revolver in his hand, he knew that he might have encountered another extraordinary event. For such a thing, he was prepared in his heart after learning about the professional, but when he really met it, his heartbeat still couldn't help but speed up.

"Now is not the time to be afraid, stay vigilant first, observe the surrounding situation, and see if you can run out!" Brian clutched his throbbing chest with one hand and his revolver with the other, trying not to show that he didn't know how to use a gun and create a false impression of a possible enemy. Then he took a cautious step, his eyes wandering around, and he observed the surrounding situation very carefully.

The area of the cemetery is not very large, and you can see the end at a glance. But on the periphery of the cemetery, there are large trees of human thickness and treacherous branches, and they form a fence.

Brian walked about ten meters in one direction, and his cautious footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked at a tombstone in front of him with a complicated expression, and the name on this tombstone was Brian Morris

Without too much panic and fear, he took a deep breath and quickly calmed down, for him who had seen even stranger things, it didn't seem so surprising to see his name on the tombstone of a deceased.

Then Brian stepped back, curious and apprehensive, and looked at the other tombstones, and this time he saw several familiar names, namely:

Noel Morris.

Catherine Motley.

Arnold Heslett.

Taryn Raymond.

……

"Heh, just separated, how could you see Arnold's tombstone?" Brian didn't react much to this, because such a thing was not credible in his eyes, and it was much worse than a truly terrifying monster.

But just as his expression relaxed slightly, the tombstone engraved with his name suddenly trembled, and the soil beneath it loosened little by little, and jumped out more and more violently.

The sudden change made Brian frightened again, and he quickly raised his gun and retreated, his black pupils constricting to stare at the stone tomb in front of him. The next moment, the stone tomb fell to the ground with a "bang", and a black and shriveled hand full of dirt suddenly stretched out from it and clung to the ground.

Immediately, the dry palm of the hand was forced, and another hand came out, followed by a rotten, hollow, disgusting-smelling head, and a body dressed in tattered sackcloth, hollowed out in the middle, with a large hole in the abdomen.

Brian held back his nausea and stepped back once more, while raising his revolver with both hands and taking aim at the monster's head that was gradually crawling out of the dirt without hesitation. Then he pulled the flight hard, and the muzzle of the revolver flashed a ray of fire, and a bullet spun out at high speed, "boom" and whined all over the cemetery!

In an instant, the bullet passed through the position of the monster's neck and chest, bringing out a piece of rotten foam and black water, and the huge force also made the monster's body tilt back slightly. However, the monster did not fall to the ground because of this, but crawled out completely after a terrible roar!

"What is this? Bullets can't kill? Brian held his gun, his brow furrowed, staring at the bullet hole in the monster's body.

Although the bullet just now unexpectedly deflected the monster's head, it also really pierced the chest, how could it be useless?

Brian couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to think about it anymore, because the monster was already rushing at him with its teeth and claws. Almost subconsciously, without any combat experience, he instinctively wanted to escape......