On the outskirts of the North District, inside the three-story teaching building of the medical school that was about to be abandoned.
The red moon above the head was obscured by fog, and large interconnected clouds were deposited in the sky, making the abandoned medical school campus that already lacked lighting even darker.
In the dilapidated corridor, the cold light only penetrated a bit from the abandoned classroom not far away. Combined with the whistle from time to time passing by the window frame that lacked glass cover, everything seemed silent, devastated, and eerie.
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At the corner of the stairs that lacked light, different from Audrey who came for the second time, and Xio and Forsi who often attended gatherings of extraordinary people, Viscount Grelint, who was wearing a surgical hat and a large mask, pulled a light blue
gloves, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his low voice.
“Is this really an extraordinary gathering place?”
Forsi on the side glanced at today's biggest benefactor and said comfortingly:
"Don't those novels often place occult gatherings in places like this?"
"Don't worry, although it looks spooky here, the probability of encountering ghosts is smaller than in the cemetery. There is no danger."
As she said that, she looked at Miss Audrey who was calm and composed beside her with some regret, and curled her lips.
This lady with a richer net worth may have received the care of the elders in the family, and may have obtained the magic potion formula. Recently, she has not been as enthusiastic about buying extraordinary-related items as before.
After listening to Forsi's comfort just now, Viscount Greent, whose panic had subsided slightly, looked around, and suddenly felt something touching his trousers, and almost screamed.
Hearing the sound behind him, Xio was about to turn back just now. Xio's calf seemed to have touched something and looked at the Viscount behind him suspiciously. After glancing up and down, he said seriously:
"The party is about to begin."
After confirming that he was just scaring himself, Viscount Greent was a little embarrassed, but found that no one paid attention to the episode just now. Even Audrey, who was the closest to him, seriously checked the disguise on his body, and awkwardly tightened his belt again.
He took off his mask and quickly followed Xio who was walking at the front.
Although Miss Dilcha is not tall, she is definitely the most powerful one here.
"But why are there no ghosts in the cemetery?"
After walking for some distance, nothing happened along the way. Viscount Greent, who felt more at ease, looked straight ahead and asked distractedly.
"Because most families will ask the church's pastor to lead prayers during funerals. Even for poor people who can only rely on public burials, the church will gather the bodies together and sprinkle them with holy water and the like." Walking in the front is Xiu Mianwu.
The expression said yes.
Forsi, who was slightly distracted, was also attracted by his friend's speech. Looking at the confused look in Viscount Grelint's eyes, he added on a whim:
"Actually, if you really want to see ghosts or zombies, the easiest way is to go to a semi-abandoned village in the suburbs. There may be corpses there that are too late for the priest to deal with."
"A semi-abandoned village, is there such a place near Backlund?"
Viscount Greent on the side had not yet reacted, and Audrey, who had been listening silently, slightly turned her head to the side, looking at Forsi with teasing eyes in her green eyes.
Forsi, who was just chatting just now, obviously did not expect that Miss Audrey on the side would be interested in such a thing, and he laughed awkwardly.
"Of course, after the promulgation of the Corn Laws, many farmers came from nearby villages in the Eastern District, but most of them are young people." Xio on the side took over the topic without warning, turning his back to the person behind him.
The three of them were minding their own business and said:
"I helped with one thing. They were farmers from the village on the west side of Backlund, and they later went to the dock."
"According to what they said, most of the people left in their original village are old people. Even the bishop of the local Storm Church is over fifty years old."
For the next words, although Xio hurriedly closed her mouth because the four of them had already reached the door of the party room, Audrey, who listened carefully, still filled in the answer in her mind that could be obtained through simple reasoning.
Maybe the village now doesn't look like the scene in Forsi's joke, but in a few years, when the old people left behind pass away, ghosts and zombies may really appear.
ah!
A boy's scream called Audrey out of her thoughts.
She looked at the panic-stricken Viscount Greenlett in front of her, and calmly pulled her close friend over to the vacant position, ignoring the looks from around her.
Xio and Forsi, who were more skilled, sat behind the two of them, with normal expressions, as if they had not seen the bodies soaked in formalin at all, the culprit of Viscount Grelint's embarrassment just now.
After several minutes, a man in a white coat appeared, walked to the pool containing a intact body, and pulled the body in the water with a wooden pole with a hook.
The corpse with pale skin and swollen muscles slowly opened its eyes. The whitened eyes moved sluggishly. After turning slowly for a week, it looked aimlessly at the center of the room. A cold and hoarse voice came from the water.
"The party begins."
"Is d'Artagnan here?"
As soon as the convener finished speaking, a thin man raised his hand. The skin uncovered between the hanging white coat and gloves was as pale as a corpse in the pool.
Viscount Greent, who was still a little nauseous, cast a curious look, but found that except for himself, other participants in the room were either indifferent or sneered, but no one looked at him casually like he did.
Suddenly, he felt a chill, and saw the man who raised his hand looking at him in confusion, but after staring for a while, he slowly shook his head, and lowered his raised arm dejectedly.
"It seems it's a pity that d'Artagnan didn't come this time."
Audrey, who was silently observing the reactions of others, glanced to the right imperceptibly, only to see a fat man whose figure could not be concealed in a white coat, deliberately sighed, and then raised his hand, attracting the attention of the people around him.
He first looked around, looking at the weak light, as if he wanted to see other people's figures clearly.
"Is the guy who asked me for sedatives last time here?"
The fat man's words attracted the attention of two or three people, but the scattered participants quickly moved away, and no one responded to him.
He scratched his head, not paying attention to this kind of thing that often happened in extraordinary gatherings, but rushed to sell other products.
"I brought enough potions this time, the ones you usually use."
Seeing the indifferent reactions of the others, the fat man curled his lips and deliberately said in a long tone: