In a damp basement, in front of a dim oil lamp, a skeletal man clutches a quill and lies on his desk writing.
A surging gray mist surged behind the man, waiting for the moment to finish writing.
The notes were turned to the last page, and everything was coming to an end.
Finally, the disheveled man let go of the quill, and the falling tip of the quill hit the end of the obscure text, as if it was a full stop.
The man raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes between his hair.
"As promised, I have completed it." A hoarse whisper sounded, and he held the notes in his trembling hands and presented the gray mist; "The character, identity, and story requested by the Lord..."
The surging gray mist split into a haze, like an arm taking a note and turning the page.
The gray mist being read quietly, and then, a piece of mist formed in front of him words that had the same origin as those in the notes.
The man whispers imploringly: "My wife..."
The mist is shattered, reassembled, and pieced together into brief content.
The man's skinny face with protruding cheekbones showed his relaxation, and he reached out to touch the oil lamp on the table.
The gray fog and notes disappeared quietly, as if they had never existed.
Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, he knocked over the oil lamp with his trembling palm. The oil flowed and the wick burned along the soaked draft.
The basement suddenly lit up with a dazzling light that dispersed the filth.
The faint light in the depths of the man's eyes disappeared.
…
"Why did Dad lock himself in the basement?"
On the street, the little boy held his mother's hand, raised his head and asked.
"He has to think about work..." Mother said softly, her eyes exposed from the scarf showing concern.
My husband said yesterday that he was going to write a novel about an exorcist for a big shot, and then he locked himself in the basement, but he didn't even know the words.
While I was thinking about it, the crack in my eye socket covered by the scarf suddenly started to itch and squirm.
My mother subconsciously reached out and touched it, but the tear that made her cry with sadness every time she touched it healed.
But how could it be...
When the mother was absent-minded, the skin where the crack had disappeared continued to squirm.
A granule breaks out of the skin.
"No……"
The cheeks under the scarf were beating like water. The mother let go of her son's hand and ran forward in panic.
"Stop following me!"
The mother hurriedly left a word and stumbled away from the child.
The twig-like flesh sprouts came out of the clothes, squeezed and entangled with each other, swallowed the running figure, and turned into a disgusting, bloated, and growing mass of flesh.
People nearby fled in all directions, away from the squirming mass of flesh that stayed in the middle of the street.
"Mother……"
The fleeing people passed by the little boy. He stared blankly at the ball of flesh that had lost its outline, calling his mother's name over and over with a cry as he walked over.
Only the little boy and the meat dumplings were left on the empty street.
Two figures suddenly rushed out of the roadside shop. A young man with the same brown hair picked up the little boy and kept him away from the meat ball. His companion rolled up his sleeves and robe, and his palms wrapped with dark green vines faced the meat ball and opened their arms like a poisonous snake.
From the crack, corrosive dark green mucus spurted out and fell on the meat ball.
The growing meat ball suddenly contracted like a heart, and the mucus rose up with poisonous gas, corroding the meat ball, but it did not last long. The diluted venom no longer corroded the meat ball, and the meat ball resumed expansion and growth.
"Weirdness has powerful healing and growth powers."
Said the girl spewing venom.
She and the young man each wore the caduceus and shield of Crans University on their chests.
The brown-haired young man holding the little boy observed: "It didn't attack anyone... Lena, you stay and reduce its size while I contact the Knights."
"Um."
The young man nodded, hugged the child and left the street with vigorous movements.
The little boy looked at the meatballs on the street and stretched out his arms.
"Mother……"
At this time, the girl sprayed venom for the second time.
Dark green venom stained the meat mass, causing it to shrink again.
But the meat ball did not fight back or leave, as if it was an unconscious meat ball.
Only the contraction when it is contaminated with mucus and the faint scream coming from the meat ball can prove that it has pain...
…
[Although Lord Exorcist Yernard Matthews does not have as great a move as Lord Exorcist Lu Li, he is equally respectable, because the Midnight City under our feet was built by them.]
[We look forward to the moment when the last two exorcists of the weird era meet.]
Wow
Lu Li put down the newspaper.
Dean Lawrence explained to Lu Li: "Your Excellency Yernard Matthews was here when Midnight City was still Midnight Town. He is a veteran of Midnight City and is familiar with these powerful people."
"He looks very young."
The newspaper photo showed a blond man in his thirties.
Dean Lawrence replied: "Maybe like you, more than ten years have not passed on him."
"Not a bad thing."
Lu Li comments on the return of The Exorcist Yenard Matthews.
It's a pity that he doesn't know this person and has never heard of him.
"Of course, it's just..." Dean Lawrence sighed helplessly, feeling that everything was getting worse. "It would be better if he could come back a few days later."
Yernard Matthews is also a hero and one of the founders of Midnight City.
In the eyes of some people, his achievements are higher and more significant than Lu Li's.
Just like, Lu Li is the legendary hero who saves the world, and Yernard Matthews is the brave man who came out of his hometown. He naturally has no barrier with Midnight City, which makes people want to get closer.
"Your attention will be shared a lot," Dean Lawrence said. "I think the Lord Yenard Matthews will also be invited to the party in the city hall tomorrow night."
Fortunately, Dean Lawrence has done something in the past two days.
"Tomorrow morning the Montreal Theater will perform your legendary journey, and they hope you can go and watch it."
See what happened from the perspective of a bystander?
"Okay." Lu Li did not refuse.
After dinner was served, Dean Lawrence left, leaving only Lu Li, Catalina, and Pusius who got out of the black cloth.
"Mr. Lu Li, can you tell me your story?"
Psius really likes stories and he has read many books. But now, the protagonist of a story is standing in front of him.
"You can go to the theater with us tomorrow." Catalina broke off a thigh of the roast chicken and ate it without caring about the image.
"Is it okay?!" Pusius looked at Lu Li in surprise.
"With Dean Lawrence's consent," Lu Li said.
As night falls, the giant tree lights up with star-like points of light, and its presence brings an unparalleled sense of security.
Just like Dean Lawrence said, Yenard Matthews was still invited to the city hall reception party, which not only made the party more anticipated, but also inevitably reduced Lu Li's attention.
At the same time, one of Lu Li's requests was fulfilled.
"A high-quality clay, you can take it back to Ghost Town."
The jar filled with clay was placed on the table, and Lu Li called out to the eldest sister.
