Angelet slowly moved in the direction of the bloodstains, and soon came to a white mushroom house.
The doors and windows of this mushroom house were all torn to pieces, and it wasn't too dark inside, just the side facing the sun.
Golden sunlight shines in through the broken doors and windows and falls on the floor, making the whole house bright.
Angelet slowly walked into the room, and the silvery white on his skin became more and more conspicuous, like a metal man, with a hard texture reflected all over his body.
The mushroom house is very small. Several brown wooden tables and chairs are crooked on the floor.
There is an oil painting frame hanging on the wall, which depicts a family of three. An ordinary man, an ordinary woman, and a cute little blond girl, who is held by her parents with a sweet and cute smile on her face.
These three people were wearing gray Orion clothes, no different from the people in the main world.
In order to distinguish other worlds, Angele called the world of wizards where he lived the main world. But now it seems that the humans in the nightmare world don't seem to have anything else.
He walked over and gently wiped the dust off the surface of the frame.
Bang!
Suddenly one corner of the picture frame tilted down, leaving only one nail hanging on the white wall.
Angelet took back his hand and looked around at the situation in the room.
Next to the table and chairs, there is a large bed, and two mummy-like corpses are covered in white quilts. The hands and feet of the corpses are exposed. From a distance, they look like a few dry black tree trunks.
Angelet walked over and opened the quilt.
Suddenly a stench hit my face.
The blue light in his eyes flashed rapidly. He took three steps back before frowning and covering his nose, squinting at the corpse on the bed.
"Huh?" He suddenly murmured. His eyes fell on the gap between the two corpses.
In the gap there, a dirty girl was curled up in the arms of the corpse, sleeping soundly.
A hint of gold can be faintly seen under the long gray-black hair. The girl wore gray-black long-sleeved trousers, and her feet without shoes were together.
The whiteness in the picture cannot be seen at all on the skin, it is completely gray and black.
She put her hands on her chest. She was holding a black object tightly in her hands, which looked like a broken bone.
Angelet's eyes flashed with blue light and he scanned the girl's body. Then he walked over and patted the girl's face gently with the dagger in his right hand.
laugh!!
A black hunting knife slashed into Angelet's legs.
A hunting knife appeared in the little girl's hand. She lay on the bed and struck Angelet with the knife.
clang!
The long dagger and the black hunting knife collided.
The little girl groaned and rolled back as if struck by thunder. She hit the wall with a bang.
"Ah!!!" She screamed violently. Black-red blood slowly flowed from her eyes and ears, and the rotten smell became even stronger.
The little girl sat by the wall, staring at Angele with her eyes fixed on her. The screams became louder and the blood on her facial features became more and more flowing.
Sound waves are like essentially transparent ripples, spreading in all directions in the air.
Angelet frowned, raised the dagger in his right hand, and swung it down violently.
Wow!!
The dagger instantly elongated and turned into a slender silver sword. The blade spanned a distance of several meters and cut the little girl's head in half with a hiss.
The screams stopped abruptly.
The little girl was leaning in the corner, her head was empty, just like an empty shell, with nothing in it.
Angelet walked over, knelt down next to the little girl, and pulled out a brown necklace from the girl's chest.
The necklace is made of a black rope threaded through a small wooden sculpture. The wooden sculpture is in the shape of a round eyeball.
"I originally thought it was a living person, but I didn't expect..." Angele frowned and stood up, "Presumably this is the infected mutant recorded on the inscription."
He used a dagger to turn over the little girl's body. Apart from the necklace, there was nothing left. The bone in his hand was just an ordinary broken bone.
Gently shaking off the stains on the dagger, Angele turned and walked out of the hut.
Bang bang bang bang!!
Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps came from behind the mushroom house on the right.
Angelet looked stunned and rushed over without hesitation.
On the back of the mushroom house, a figure in black clothes flashed around another corner.
Angelet ran quickly with the dagger in hand and quickly rushed to the corner, just in time to see a black figure rushing forward.
He raised his left hand, and a silver thread flew out from his palm, blocking the person in front of him, completely blocking the way.
The figure suddenly stopped and turned around.
Its whole body was wrapped in a black cloak, and its eyes were blocked by ink-colored glass. Not even a trace of skin was exposed on its body. It was like a person completely wrapped in black cloth.
He was shorter than Angelet, almost 1.6 meters tall. The man looked at Angelet and backed away from the wall step by step, looking extremely frightened.
"Are you a survivor?" Angelet narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice in a somewhat jerky chaotic language.
The pronunciation of Chaos Language is like a man and a woman speaking at the same time. Without the use of special vocal skills, it is impossible for ordinary people to speak this language.
Hearing Angele speak, the figure suddenly trembled and seemed a little excited.
It was shaking violently all over.
"Molasuxiliyeji?" He looked at Angele and suddenly said something in his mouth. As if he remembered something, he quickly added: "yehu! ygjjlinan!"
"You don't understand Chaos Language?" Angelet was slightly stunned.
"Govalia?" the figure tried to say.
"What do you mean?" Angele frowned and looked at him. He pointed to his lower lip and shook his hand.
"Who are you?" Finally, the figure spoke a very strange Byronic language. "Don't repeat it!! Only infected people can repeat it!!" His voice was urgent.
"Me? I am a recluse. I have been living in a very secret place, a corner of the world. I didn't expect to see such a scene when I came out." Angelet made up a story about his life without thinking. He also spoke fluently.
An introduction to ancient Byronic.
"Hermit?" The figure's voice was thick. "I am a survivor, a survivor in this town." He seemed to be used to speaking in Byronic.
"Can you find a place where you can tell me the current situation in detail? I was almost attacked by a weird little girl just now." Angelet raised his hand, retracted the silver wire, and re-melted it into a long dagger.
"That's no problem." The man nodded. He looked at Angele carefully and seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and relax. "Have you ever applied something on the surface of your skin? No wonder you don't need to wrap it up like me. But why?
Will it be silver?”
"Wrap the whole body?" Angelet was stunned. "Why do you have to wrap the whole body?"
"You don't know?! Those guys can only stop them if they are black. Clothes of any other color will be directly penetrated by them. They will suck any living thing dry and eat the flesh and blood of any living thing!" The man was surprised. "Let's go, I
Let me take you to our refuge first." He turned and walked towards the path to the left.
"good."
Angelet inserted the two daggers into his waist with his backhand and followed behind the man.
The two of them walked in tandem and quickly walked into a mushroom house. The house was very dilapidated, and half of the roof had completely collapsed.
The man stepped over some wooden waste on the ground, bent down and groped for a while on the ground, and quickly found a pull ring, held it and lifted it up.
There was a muffled sound.
boom.
The man pulled up a stone slab from the ground, revealing the dark space below.
"My family and I have been living in this cellar for almost three years." He said as he walked gently down the stairs. "Come in and close the door.
Angelet frowned. His eyes flashed with blue light before he followed the man in and took the stone slab with his backhand.
The cellar is a space no more than ten meters long and wide.
There was no light on the black stone walls and ground. Only the outlines of some wooden barrels, tables and chairs could be faintly seen.
The air was filled with a musty smell and the smell of feces and urine. The ground felt slippery and sticky when my feet stepped on it. It was very uncomfortable.
The man's figure was standing beside a bed in the corner, and two petite figures jumped into his arms.
"Ezra!" "Ezra is beautiful!"
The voices of the little boy and the little girl suddenly came out.
The man took off his black clothes, turned around and said to Angelet sheepishly.
"This is my son Furla and my daughter Furia."
Angelet nodded and watched as he took out some dry and hard bread and pieces of meat from a small pocket under his clothes and handed them to the two children.
"Have you always lived in this cellar?" he asked in a low voice.
The two children seemed a little afraid of him, and they both huddled behind their father and looked at him timidly.
"Yes, it has been more than three years. There are 64 months in a year and 100 days in a month. In total, it is almost 20,000 days. I have been living in this cellar..." The man seemed to be feeling a little emotional.
"What's going on?" Angelet pulled up a chair and sat down. He converted the time. In the time unit here, one year is equivalent to 17 years in the main world. More than three years, that is, more than fifty years.
years ago.
"What's going on?" The man smiled bitterly, "There was a big change five years ago, and the whole world changed. A disease that appeared out of nowhere spread quickly. All living creatures were transformed into various forms by this creature.
A monster. The Mother Church of iicolin could not stop the spread of the disease. After the last high priest left a record of despair, the whole world fell completely into fear and darkness. Many times, some illusory things will become reality, and some real things
, will become illusory. The world will become a mess.”
"Illusion becomes reality? Reality becomes illusion?" Angelet became more and more interested in the current nightmare world.
"Yes." The man walked to Angelet and sat down. "Sometimes, lakes and houses appear inexplicably in some places. Sometimes many buildings disappear inexplicably in some places. They appear everywhere on the earth and in the sky.
Some weird monsters. You know what? I even saw a human thigh walking alone in the woods, no other parts of the body, just a thigh, alone! It kept walking, not knowing where it was going."
(To be continued...)
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