How would a normal person react at this time?

Linden has always had this question.

Can they witness the paranormal before they die?

They......

Will you hear the bewitchment from the abyss?

At this time, Lyndon really wanted to think about these things.

If so, you can get yourself out of pain.

The crazy and chaotic murmur echoed leisurely in his ears, mixed with a terrible roar, teasing his heart.

The bursting headache, almost at the same moment, stimulated the blue tendons on his forehead.

Before that, no matter how much his life was threatened, there was no such real torture that constantly eroded his spirit.

now

The pain is so real.

The excruciating pain caused him to fall to the ground spasmodically, his hands clutching his head.

What's going on?

Did I trigger any conditions that made the attack worse?

The pale arms, and the twisted and hideous face, the strange thing from the darkness, from the moment they appeared, the clinic was covered with a layer of cold air, and Linden, who had fallen to the ground, was covered in cold white frost.

it

This "hunt" is being carried out in an orderly manner.

The unknown seemed to have an eerie smile, and the corners of his mouth were cracked up and down to his ears.

Is it mocking me?

Chill, murmuring......

Many stimuli made his senses extremely sensitive, and all the movements and stillness fell on his vision and hearing, which were magnified several times more perceiving.

Even though he was huddled in a ball, Lyndon could clearly sense that something strange was approaching him little by little.

Severe pain, confusion......

His thoughts were so disturbed by these that he was infinitely empty, and no amount of painful sensations, however severe, could not produce any response after they were transmitted through the nerves to his brain.

However, in this situation, he still maintained the sharp thinking in his head, and while he was hurting, a question arose from the bottom of his heart.

Is this thing a spirit?

If it counts, then—

Is that unique ability useful?

Prior to this, Lyndon had only used abilities on demon entrants to communicate with them, and in the face of the current situation, he was not too sure that it would definitely work.

However, the more severe the attack, the more you can prove the depth of your demonization.

Staying alive and proving this may be an opportunity to join the Night's Watch.

The long black beard, which looked like hair, spread down the ground in front of him, and Lyndon didn't have to look up to sense that it wouldn't be long before he would have direct contact with that thing.

He took a deep breath and made up his mind.

It's a matter of success or failure!

The shrunken body suddenly stretched out, and Linden stood up with his hands on the ground, holding back the sharp pain, his lips had already been bitten by his teeth and oozed blood.

Even the strange unknown, as if it hadn't reacted, stopped moving forward at this moment and froze in place.

And Lyndon's next move was fast, and there was no time for the unknown to prepare at all.

He rushed forward with an arrow step, and actually reached out and grabbed the long hair of the unknown object!

The condensed feel made Lyndon realize that the things in his hands were not the same as the illusory spirits he usually came into contact with.

The unknown object kept screaming and shaking its incompletely incomplete torso desperately.

The violent and intense struggle slammed into his body, making Lyndon feel like his bones were about to be cracked.

There's no time to procrastinate!

Almost from between his teeth, Lyndon viciously squeezed out the odd syllables:

"Black Dreams!"

Between the words, everything is quiet.

A circle of black mist spread from under Linden's feet, enveloping him and the unknown, forming an enclosed space.

Whispers, screams, and even small movements from the streets all dissolved into nothingness at this moment, disappearing into the small black fog space.

Even the unknown no longer resisted, quietly at Linden's disposal.

Suddenly, the black fog space became extremely quiet, so quiet that it was a little suffocating.

But Lyndon, who escaped death, will not be depressed by this silence at all. On the contrary, only the atmosphere reassures him the most.

The Black Mist Space can be really useful for this thing!

A bold attempt, undoubtedly with a good result.

He calmed down and casually set up a black mist bench, and after gently placing the unknown object on one side, he sat on the other side as well.

Linden intertwined his fingers and groaned slightly, and his face, which had previously turned pale from pain, gradually regained some of his blood color at this moment.

I'm safe.

Temporary.

So, what should we do now?

He leaned back, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the top of the space, a pair of eyes showing a strange purple and cyan light in the dark space.

"Can you speak?"

Linden asked the unknown abruptly.

The unknown object made a hoarse, feeble voice as if in response to him.

He listened for a moment before realizing that the unknown was communicating with him in Lovete.

It's no wonder that Lyndon couldn't recognize it at first, and it was only after repeated attempts to make a voice that the unknown could be expressed more clearly.

"I ...... I would......"

"What are you?"

Seeing that there was a scene in the exchange, Lyndon turned to the side and looked at the unknown with interest.

"I ...... I'm his daughter......"

"Daughter? Whose? ”

"His ......"

The tone of the unknown object, showing a sense of confusion. Lyndon was not impatient about this, and most of the spirits would show this state after being dragged into this dark dream space by themselves.

At this time, you only need a little guidance to get some information.

"Think about it, who is he and what does he usually do?"

Lyndon brushed his hair away from the unknown, not letting the strands of it cover its face, and it was only then that he could vaguely recognize that it was a girl's appearance.

It's just that the facial features are distorted to a little terrifying.

He ...... He's the doctor at this clinic and he's my father! ”

At this point, the unknown suddenly became a little agitated, churning restlessly on the black mist bench.

"Take it easy."

Lyndon smiled kindly, caressing the head of the unknown.

His palms seemed to have a hint of magical power, enough to calm the uneasiness of the unknown.

This is also the peculiarity of the black fog space, as long as he is here, he is sure to calm the emotions of the spirit.

"What's your name?"

"I—My name is Jana."

"Okay Jana, how old are you?"

"I'm seventeen."

Jana's agitation subsided, and Lyndon then threw out his most doubtful question.

"Why are you, unlike other spirits, able to do me so much harm?"

"Did I hurt you?" Jana replied a little timidly,

"I don't know, I don't want to hurt you. But I was scared, I was very scared just now. All I know is that my dad wants me to protect this place. ”

Protect here......

Linden twisted his chin thoughtfully.

"Here" should refer to the clinic, that is, it was because he broke into the clinic that he triggered Jana's attack.

There is another problem here.

That is, did this attack involve the "Vigil Regulations"?

After nightfall, it is forbidden to go out without permission, and those who violate it—

At the moment, it can be seen that the reason for the attack on the premise that he did violate the "Vigil Ordinance" does not seem to be going out at night.

Going out at night is still far from breaking into a clinic.

Jana doesn't seem to have much to do with the spirits that have been infesting her before.

What are the penalties for violation?

Lyndon didn't speak for a long time, his thoughts racing in his skull, thinking about all kinds of possibilities, but it was Jana who broke the silence first.

"Are you with them?"

"Who are they?"

The new topic has made Lyndon focus on Jana again, and it seems that there are new key clues to emerge.

"That's what made me like that...... You're dressed like them, that's why I think you're going to spoil this place. ”

Turning you into this?

Meaning, behind the unnatural phenomenon, could there be a human role in driving it?

This sentence surprised Lyndon a little, but this surprise could not be expressed.

On top of his handsome countenance, without any expression, he continued to induce in a very magnetic voice:

"Answer me, who are they."

"They are...... Night watchman. ”