The change of time is not obvious in Wandering Fork Road. When the sunlight passes through the haze of the big rift and reaches Hesitant Fork Road in the rift valley, the weak light can only slightly brighten the dimness. Therefore, the lighting in Wandering Fork Road
, almost always on around the clock, the pale light shines through the fog, like giant eyeballs of monsters, peeping at the people coming and going.
The time here seems to be frozen, whether it is noon or midnight, there is only darkness and paleness, reflecting it like a monster's lair.
Deep in the lair, Vika was busy behind the bar. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight. At this time, business was extremely busy.
Monsters and ghosts came out of the shadows of the wandering fork in the road one after another. They gathered here, some drinking and having fun, some exchanging secret information, and then moving towards different goals.
The singing and alcohol were intoxicating, almost soaking the tables and chairs, and swallowing everyone's mind.
Looking at all this, Vika has long been accustomed to seeing drunken guests slowly falling along the edge of the bar, like a corpse, lying on the side, and there are many such corpses in the bar.
Vika rubbed his eyes. Although he was used to this, it might be due to his old age. When he was young, he could still dance to these restless music, but now he only feels that these things are noisy.
After mixing a new batch of wine, Vika motioned for others to take his place for a while. He needed to rest for a while at the back. When he left, he didn't forget to take the small box under the bar. This is Vika's treasure, no matter where he goes.
Everyone needs to take it with them, it's full of mammon coins.
After leaving the bar, the conscious guests would raise their glasses to pay respect to Vika. It seemed that everyone respected the bartender.
Stepping into his office, closing the door and isolating the noise and the intoxicating smell of alcohol, Vika finally felt that he could relax a little bit. In this hellish place, silence was extremely precious.
I picked up a cigarette and smoked it calmly. There was no light on in the office, and the little firelight illuminated the blurry outline.
Vika opened the cabinet under her desk, and there was a safe inside. It was no longer clear how many times it had been opened. Vika unscrewed the safe with just her sense of touch, and then took out all the Mammon coins in the small box.
Put it in.
There was only a cigarette as a light source in the darkness, and the dim light fell on the Mammon coins, making them shine one after another.
Relying on this only light, the golden color flowed on the edge of the Mammon coin, like the philosopher's stone, with some unknown magic power, reflecting the pupils of Weika's eyes into gold, like
Melted gold paint.
Vika's eyes were calm and unaffected. Just as he was about to close the safe, a Mammon coin slipped out and rolled to Vika's feet.
Picking it up, you will see the mammon embracing gold on the back, but the roaring wolves on the front.
Seeing this scene, Vika's eyes were slightly distracted, and then he read out the name that he had almost forgotten.
"Lebius."
Vika closed the safe and did not put the Mammon coin back. Instead, he held it in his hand and rubbed the surface of the coin vigorously with his rough fingers, feeling the undulations and polishing it until it was shiny.
"Seven years have passed by so fast. I almost forgot about you. Why did you suddenly appear again?"
Vicar thought deeply, and he was a little uneasy. For the past seven years, Lebius has been keeping a low profile, and no news has come out. Vicar once thought that he left Opos, returned to his hometown in the Rhine League, and lived in retirement.
Life.
But now he appeared again and sent his messenger.
Recalling Boluogo's appearance in his mind, Vika frowned.
He has been on Wandering Fork Road for a long time and has seen countless monsters and monsters. His nose is even more sensitive than Boluogo's, and he can smell the smell from Boluogo's body.
There is a slight rotten smell of decay, as if the soul under the body is decaying and collapsing, but its smell is not as strong and obvious as that of demons.
Like a... struggling soul between continuation and collapse.
"debtor……"
Old words came to mind, and Vika's eyes were solemn.
For a moment, my breathing became a little suppressed, as if the air in the room was a little heavier, and the roaring wind and rain were approaching the hesitant fork in the road.
Vika knew very well that Oath City Opos was far from being as simple as it seemed.
He felt that something was about to happen, an undercurrent was surging. After seven years or even longer years of recuperation, the monsters hiding in the darkness had regained their strength. They gritted their teeth and sucked blood, trying to break out of the shadows and continue.
The unfinished war.
A feeling of helplessness and desolation arose in his heart. Vika knew very clearly that such a peaceful life would not last forever, but when it was really about to be broken, he still couldn't bear it and tried to prolong such a life.
.
Closing her eyes, darkness fell, and her mind tried to calm down, but was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door. Vika opened her eyes, the door was pushed open a corner, and the light fell in, it was Nellie.
"problem occurs."
Nellie looked a little anxious.
"What's going on? Someone's kicking the field?"
Vika stood up. His ability to stay on Wandering Road for so long relied on more than just connections and relationships. He also had enough force to protect himself and deter the enemy.
"No, it's not that bad, but it's not that simple either."
Nellie didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so he could only signal Vika to come over quickly.
After walking out of the office and returning to the noisy bar, Vika could clearly feel the change in the atmosphere. The psychedelic joy disappeared. In an instant, it seemed that everyone was sober, whispering and discussing something in the dark.
"What's going on?" Vika asked.
"Something happened to Norm Ward." Another man came up and whispered to Vika.
Vika remained calm on the surface, and he was not surprised by this situation.
He knew very well what kind of business Nomu was doing, and he also knew about the existence of the so-called "people-loving people". More importantly, he also knew that Bologo represented Lebius and the Bureau of Order.
What will happen when these two groups of people meet is really too simple.
"Is Norm dead?" Vika asked calmly.
"It could be worse than that, do you want to go check it out?"
The man continued, which caught Vika's attention, and he glanced at Nellie.
"I'll leave this to you first. I'll be back in a moment."
"Um."
Nellie nodded.
Some people left the bar with Vika. They were in groups, and the sparsely populated streets became unusually crowded. Along the way, Vika noticed that there were other people walking towards Nome's clinic.
Hesitating Cha Road has been quiet for too long, and there haven't been any sensational events for a long time. The other thing is Norm's business.
Those demons hiding in the wandering fork in the road are all Nomu's clients. They are anxious to know Nomu's situation, not because they care about Nomu, but because they care about those sweet philosopher's stones.
These demons are wandering in the hesitant road. They have no courage to leave here and face the iron-blooded Order Bureau. They can only linger here, seeking any shred of soul to satisfy their hungry holes.
It didn't take long for Vika to arrive at Nomu's clinic. There were already some people gathered here, and everyone stood at a distance, watching everything that happened here.
Vika walked on the rugged path and entered Norm's clinic.
For a moment, the stench of blood rushed to his face, almost overwhelming Vika's consciousness. He looked at it intently, and saw that the ground was covered with a layer of blood that had long since solidified, and every step he took brought a sticky feeling of obstruction.
The demon's corpse lay on its side, with a look of death horror on its face, its mouth open, and the wails of the dead soul could be faintly heard.
"It was like a massacre, and these people had no power to fight back."
Someone said on the side that they had long been accustomed to demons. Deep in the forked road, there were things far stranger than demons. Therefore, what really shocked them was that these demons died so easily.
Like a lamb, easily slaughtered.
"The secret door is at the front, but there is a heavy iron door at the end. We can't open it."
The man continued.
Vika did not speak, but walked into the dark passage. The iron door appeared in front of him, with dents all over it. It seemed that someone tried to forcefully break through the iron door, but ultimately failed.
Stretching out his hand and pressing it against the edge of the iron door frame, Vika breathed hard. A strange force surged and attached to his body. He slammed the frame with both hands, followed by a violent vibration, followed by dust and debris.
The stone fell, and the iron door trembled a few times, then fell backwards.
After a metallic sound, the door opened, revealing an even more bloody hell.
"So that's how he got in?"
Vera raised his head, and he saw the big hole made by Boluogo. The ceiling collapsed section by section, crushing everything in its path.
"This is Reed, he's dead too."
Someone found Reed's head in the corner and kicked it a few times, revealing his pale face, which looked like the other corpses, with a look of horror.
After doubts, people began to wonder what they saw before they died.
"Where's Norm? Has anyone seen Norm?"
Vika asked loudly, he wanted to find out what was going on. Is the Bureau of Order preparing to take action against "Human-loving"?
Or... another behemoth has made a comeback, and this is just a precursor to their return?
Vika felt a chill in her heart.
"No, his body was not found. He may have escaped."
Someone responded, but Vika didn't think so. It was the Order Bureau who came to the door, and they were not willing to give up.
Others are busy searching. Their interests are consistent with those of Vika. Although the Wandering Fork Road is a place of chaos, it is also their only refuge. They cannot tolerate this last refuge being destroyed.
Therefore, under these many dark wishes, more and more people living in the shadows of the hesitating fork in the road began to believe in the name of "tyrant".
"Evil spirit!"
A shrill wailing sound suddenly sounded, and Vika's eyes flicked towards the direction of the sound, and he saw a scarred hand stretching out from the collapsed ruins, its face completely covered by gray dust, like
Solidified sculpture.
It was the only survivor. The collapsing rubble crushed its flesh and blood, but this actually saved its life and prevented it from dying under the claws of the evil spirit.
The crazy mania should have driven it into complete madness, but the beast also has instincts. Under extreme fear, its instincts brought back some sense, just like a mad patient, it kept wailing.
"The evil spirit is coming! It will devour everyone!"
The nightmare lingered in its ears, endless whispers repeated over and over again, as if to tear its eardrums, marching along the ear canal to the brain, until the flesh and blood under the skull was completely boiling.
Vika walked over quickly and tried to dig it out from the ruins, but when he moved away a few pieces of rubble, what he saw was a body penetrated by steel, with blood and dust mixed together, turning into darkness.
Red lumps.
Hopeless.
Vika immediately squatted down and asked eagerly.
"what happened?"
"Evil spirit... blue-eyed evil spirit."
The demon grabbed Vika's collar tightly, and Vika's face was reflected in its horrified eyes. It repeatedly whispered the name of the evil spirit, and the fishy blood spit out from its throat, blowing on Vika's face.
"When it comes, we will surely die."
Fear occupies all of its thoughts, like a machine, constantly telling all this.
Soon, its body stiffened, and it slowly let go of its hand, hanging down weakly. Its eyes were completely frozen, like a turbid crystal with a cyan phantom wrapped inside.
It's dead.
"Evil spirit..."
Vika murmured, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, until a sudden collapse sound was heard.
Due to the violent demolition of Boluogo, it was not safe here, and the buildings were cracked and crumbling.
At this moment, the remaining ceiling above the head continued to collapse with the huge gap as its core. Bricks and steel fell down, drowning the blood and corpses.
The collapse did not last long, and the roar in his ears gradually dissipated. Vika stood up and looked around. Among the thick dust, others also stood up. It seemed that no one was injured.
More light spilled in, illuminating the dimness full of decay. Vika turned his head, his body stiffened, and stood there for a long time. The same was true for the others, who kept looking at the corner.
It was a wall hidden in the darkness. As the ceiling collapsed, more people noticed its existence.
Vika stepped over the corpses and ruins, walked towards the wall, stretched out his hand and touched it gently.
His fingers followed the knife marks made with a folding knife on the wall. They were intertwined with the dried blood, turning into a mural of knives and blood.
"Evil spirit, blue-eyed evil spirit."
Vika whispered, slowly retreating, and the ferocious painting gradually became clear before his eyes.
As if a monster had swung at the wall, the slender and hateful scratches cracked and spread, like six criss-crossing beams of thunder across the sky. Under the thunder, the corpses of the demons were piled up, like trophies.
Standing together.
Later, such a story spread in the wandering road. At a certain moment that no one knew, an evil spirit appeared out of thin air in Opos. No one knew where it came from and what it wanted.
Its purpose is that the only thing it knows is that it is hunting.