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Chapter 84 Mutation

There is only one official cultural and historical museum in Wuyou Town.

This was confirmed by Lin Ling after checking the map. After confirming the location of the Literature Museum, Lin Lin hurried over quickly.

He knew that it was actually quite reckless to do this. After all, anyone with some intelligence, after learning about the legend of the witch, would definitely think of places like libraries, archives, and museums of literature and history, and search for information in relevant places. Lin Ling was so reckless.

In the past, it was actually very easy to attract other people’s attention.

That is because he naturally has his own considerations about this.

The first is that Lin Ling thinks that he is not an old coin and does not have the ability to control everything behind the scenes. In this case, he might as well take the initiative. Moreover, Lin Ling still has some knowledge of his own strength and is really not afraid of confronting him head-on.

who.

The second is that because of his current status, Wuyou Town is not a big town, but a relatively small town, and it is quite closed. In such a place, outsiders are undoubtedly very conspicuous, plus the original

Ideal has already bothered the curator many times and asked about the legend about witches, so if he suddenly stopped paying attention now, it would attract even more attention.

The third thing is about the information revealed in the introduction. Li wanted to say that this place is a hell on earth. When he spoke, his emotions had obviously reached a state of collapse due to fear. And a place that can be called a hell on earth will definitely not be

It’s as simple as just a few ghost monsters appearing. The hell on earth itself represents that the entire Wuyou Town may have quite a few problems. Today’s peace is probably just sugar-coating on poison. If Lin Ling doesn’t investigate earlier now, maybe it will be over in the future.

Feeling helpless.

And since he went to visit the curator, it was possible to attract other people and get relevant information about the world view, so why not do it?

Just after Lin Ling arrived at the Museum of Literature and History, she happened to see an old man walking out of the museum - the old man still had a curator's work badge hanging on his chest.

The other party obviously also saw Lin Ling. After being stunned for a moment, he turned around and went back to the Museum of Literature and History without even thinking about it.

"curator!"

Naturally, Lin Ling would not let him leave like this, and rushed to the door of the Wen embassy in three steps and two steps, blocking the old man's way.

"What the hell, do you still want to take action against me, a bad old man?" the old curator said, blowing his beard and staring.

"Director, you misunderstood. How could a gentle person like me do something to the old man? I'm just really curious about the legend of the witch in Utopia. I hope the director can help me clarify my doubts." Lin Ling said with a smile.

His tone was very polite, but judging from his actions, it was clear that he had no intention of giving in.

"How many times have I told you that I don't know what a witch is? You have found the wrong person!" The old curator's tone became more and more impatient and filled with anger. But when he mentioned the word witch, there was something about it.

Some subtle vibrato.

Lin Ling's smile did not change, and when she was about to say something, the surroundings suddenly turned pitch black. It was a desperate darkness that did not contain any light. At the moment when darkness fell, Lin Ling even had the illusion that she had lost her five senses.

He immediately became alert and did not use the wind to detect his surroundings, but only used the cold air to protect himself.

Considering that there is a possibility of being monitored in the virtual illusion, Lin Ling still does not plan to use the wind here. After all, his situation is really special, and it is not worth exposing himself for an exam.

And for Lin Ling, ice is actually enough.

Not being able to use wind will indeed have some impact on his strength, but it is still within an acceptable range.

But surprisingly, nothing happened in the darkness. This darkness did not last long. In just a few seconds, the darkness disappeared and the world returned to light. However, Lin Ling was shocked to find the environment around him.

changed.

No, it hasn’t changed!

The place is still the same place, and the surrounding buildings are still the same, but at this moment these buildings are much older than before. Now the surrounding buildings look like ruins that have been abandoned for hundreds of years, instead of

A thriving town.

How? What happened?

Time and space transfer? Time acceleration?

World switch?

One guess after another popped up in Lin Ling's mind. While he was vigilant about the surroundings, he looked at the old curator next to him. He saw that the old curator's eyes were wide open at this moment, full of astonishment and disbelief.

"It's impossible, it's impossible, it can't be today. It's obviously not the time yet. Why is it like this..."

He kept mumbling, as if he was trapped in a demon.

Lin Ling's eyes narrowed, and then he asked: "Don't you want to explain to me, the old curator? What is going on? I think you should know."

The old curator's eyes suddenly showed a look of fear, but he couldn't help but grabbed Lin Ling. He was obviously an old man in his 60s, but his strength was surprisingly strong, and he pulled Lin Ling directly into the Museum of Literature and History.

, then closed the door and held the door with his body.

"Quack—quack—quack—"

The crow of crows came from outside through the door panel, from far to near. At this moment, the old curator's body was trembling and shaking, as if he remembered something scary, but he still restrained himself from moving.

Don't make it too big.

Lin Ling naturally noticed something strange about the old curator. He didn't say anything. He just put his ear against the door, quietly listening to the movement outside and judging the situation outside.

Large birds...the number is around thirteen...flying at low altitude...

Although it was impossible to use the wind to detect the situation at this moment, Lin Ling's hearing was much more sensitive than before after the previous experience of using the wind to sense.

His nose suddenly twitched, and he suddenly looked inside the Museum of Literature and History.

"Hulu--Hulu--"

As if in response to him, a canine growl came from behind the bookshelf. Immediately afterwards, a dog about the size of a Tibetan mastiff, covered in blood and flesh as if it had been skinned, and with a grotesque head, jumped out from behind the bookshelf.

"Woof——"

The old curator, who was originally frightened because of fear, turned even paler after seeing the terrifying dog.

This kind of monster again...

Why... why does it appear in it...

However, before fear could further corrode his brain, the big bloody dog ​​pounced towards them.

The old curator closed his eyes subconsciously, and suddenly felt something splashing on his face, with a faint smell of rotten rust.

He opened his eyes again, and saw the young man who had just told him that he was a gentle man, expressionlessly shaking off the long knife that appeared at some point in his hand, a crystal clear and repeated work of art.

And half a step away from him, the big dog that looked ferocious just now was now separated from its body and head.

The old curator's eyes widened.


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