The grave keeper forgot about tonight's patrol.

As soon as he stepped out of the door with the lantern in his hand, he turned back because he had forgotten about it, thinking that he had finished his patrol. Tonight's grave keeper felt that he had no energy left to stay up late, so he yawned sleepily, cleaned up and went to bed quickly.

He'll sleep extra heavily tonight.

The young man left the grave keeper's hut, and Shi Shiran walked towards Esther's tombstone with a shovel in his hand, humming a ditty that was often passed down among sailors.

The crow was still standing on the stele to comb its hair, and when it saw the young man walking back, his black eyes showed human distress: "Do you really want to dig it yourself?" Why don't you parasitize that grave keeper? ”

The young man leaned down, keeping his eyes level with the crow, and the smile on his face deepened: "Isn't this your ghost?" Haven't you noticed that there are no wild animals or insects in this cemetery? I don't want to cause more trouble, I suspect that if I parasitize him, this place will soon be surrounded by official extraordinary, how will I dig this person out when the time comes? ”

The crow scratched the stele with its paws, tilting its head and not caring: "How do I know? I'm just calling you over. Or wait until you lift this coffin board, and you will know what you should know. ”

Neither a person nor a bird spoke, and the huge cemetery was quiet, not to mention the birds, and even the insects could not be heard at all, it was simply a foreign land full of dead silence.

The young man and the crow turned their heads at the same time, looked at the place where Esther's coffin was buried, and said in unison, "This is really interesting. ”

The young man glanced at the crow in surprise: "Haven't you broken off your connection with the body and us?" ”

"I'm Amun, too, and of course I know what Amun thinks." The crow jumped twice on the tombstone, "No wonder you didn't parasitize anything, it turned out that you couldn't do it, you really laughed to death-"

The young man snapped his fingers and flew the crow away, and then he picked up the shovel and began to dig the grave: "The guy who was plundered of his fate should shut up, I really don't know how you got to this point, and only the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence Seven are left." ”

"It was just an accident."

The crow spread its wings and landed on the tombstone again, watching quietly and expectantly as the young man wielded his shovel. More and more dirt rose from the tomb, and it wasn't long before the young man felt the coffin board below and lifted it up.

When he saw the "deceased" inside, the young man couldn't help but whistle and said with a smile: "This wound is really neat. ”

The young man tossed the coffin board aside and observed it curiously. The person lying in the coffin looks young, but for mythical creatures, "age" is the most unreliable factor in appearance. His gaze swept over the "deceased's" simple linen skirt, peaceful countenance, and silver stream-like hair, which, to be honest, naturally reminded him of the "snake of mercury".

"You mentioned earlier about her abilities, so she's actually an angel of the path of destiny? But Ulorius is already the king of angels, and the characteristics of the exile are in the speaker of the school of life, and it is impossible for a giant snake to appear. ”

The crow did not reply, it flew to the coffin, coughed violently twice, and vomited a small clump of silver-white hair. The moment the hair detached from its body, a white circle appeared in the crow's right eye, and it smashed its beak and stared silently at the "deceased" in the coffin.

"It's this thing that suppresses your uniqueness? A hair? ”

The crow cleverly bypassed all the youth's questions, in case of any possibility of being tricked, and it directly asked other questions: "Have you noticed?" Her body showed no signs of decay at all. ”

"You haven't answered my question yet, why, Amon still has to guard against Amon?" But the young man did not wait for the crow's reply, but knelt beside the coffin, "But it is indeed strange, according to that date, the number of days of her death has been a week now, even if the weather is cold, it is impossible to preserve it so vividly." ”

The young man's gaze swept over the silver holy emblem in the coffin, and the smile on his face faded a lot: "Night God? I haven't heard that her gods can also embalm. If it weren't for the hands and feet of the Spirit Church, could it be that she was trying to ......"

"It's far away." The crow let out a hoarse chuckle, "The abnormality in her body has nothing to do with those boring organizations, it is her own peculiarity. ”

The young man picked up the hair that had just been spit out by the crow, not caring that it was still stained with gastric juice, and there were several reflections on his monocle for no reason: "Particularity? In my opinion, it's the carrier. It's similar to our doppelganger but different, closer to ......"

"Containers." The crow narrowed its eyes, slightly excited as it spit out the word.

The young man agreed with this statement, but still raised objections: "But this strength is far from the divine descent vessel, and the ontology is probably suppressed very much, and it cannot even reach the level of the true god." And is it necessary for the angels to shape such a fitting vessel of divine descent into the gods? With this time and energy, it is enough to recover from the weakening. ”

"What's more, she's too weak, too weak! If it weren't for the good fortune that possessed this Sequence Seven Extraordinary Characteristics, she would be a purely incapable ordinary human! The existence of such an insidious means to disguise itself will even hide in the quilt at night and cry secretly! At the sight of this, the crow shook its head in annoyance, and it was full of resentment about the experience of being trapped, and mercilessly uncovered the old bottom of the man in the coffin.

"Maybe it's not that 'Him' is too lucky, but that you are too unlucky."

The young man threw down the small mass of hair in his hand and reached for Esther's forehead. In his analysis, there was nothing to be known except for a faint glow, which made him decide to start with the wound and conduct a close-up investigation.

The white-eyed crow flew to the tombstone, keeping a certain distance before staring at the scene, its cocked tail feathers shaking with excitement.

Just when the young man's fingers were still two inches away from the forehead of the "corpse", his hand suddenly stopped, and the young man looked back at the crow suspiciously: "They chose me to investigate, you won't be waiting to see my bad luck, right?" ”

"How so? I really want you to figure out for me and the other Amun what kind of existence this 'Esther' really is. In order to urge the young people to act quickly, the crow even specially added, "Well, the ontology must think so." ”

The young man's hand froze in the air for another two seconds, and a larger smile rose into the corner of his mouth: "I should have used you to dig the grave." ”

Then, as if resigned to his fate, he no longer hesitated to use his fingertips to flick away a few strands of hair from Esther's forehead, revealing the wound that ran through her head below.

When the young man's fingers touched the edge of the wound, the surprise he had expected erupted.

A pale yellow ball of light exploded from his fingertips, instantly expanding into a huge cocoon of light that enveloped his entire body.

What made the young man feel even more terrifying was that his clone that had previously parasitized on nearby microorganisms was only suppressed by the "restart" power of unknown origin in an instant, and was instantly forced to retract and return to his body!

It is simply a natural suppression of the parasite.

The lens in front of the young man's right eye lit up uncontrollably, reflecting several times more dazzling light, and there was a chaotic flow of light in those lights, which had no order, and did not even outline any symbols, but exuded a strange binding power.

As more and more light flew through the young man's body, he lost control of himself, as if these rays did not exist in reality, did not cause any damage to his body, but made the young man's figure blurred, turning into oil paint that was constantly compressed and condensed.

In the end, the young man's whole body condensed into small dots, tightly locked in by the shrinking light cocoon, and the coat fell directly to the ground.

With a faint humming sound, the condensed dot of light shattered and became three, two of which sank into Esther's forehead, and the other was thrown to the ground like a spit pit.

The crow, who had been standing on the tombstone, let out a hoarse laugh, and he almost died of laughter, and his claws could not grasp steadily.

The laughing crow eventually tumbled off the tombstone, but he continued to laugh, and the strange smugly cry echoed in the Raphael cemetery at midnight.