Hearing the words of the death priest in front of him, the old caretaker did not cooperate immediately like ordinary tombkeepers. Instead, he frowned dissatisfied: "I am the caretaker of the cemetery. I have never heard of anyone in the cemetery."
The action also requires the caretaker to avoid the argument.”
"The situation is special, old sir," the short man in black took half a step forward and said in a serious and sincere tone. After seeing the stubborn expression on the old guard's face, he finally sighed, "Okay,
In fact, I shouldn’t have told you—this body is going to be sent to the Cathedral of Tranquility.”
"The Silent Cathedral?" the old guard said subconsciously, "What exactly is this..."
"Severe unknown pollution may be related to something deep in the mine. We are going to perform a special purification ceremony. The fewer living people on site, the better," the short man said with a serious face, "It's not just you who has to avoid it.
, one of my colleagues and I will also evacuate with you."
While talking, the tall man among the men in black also stood up and silently came to the short man's side.
The old guard looked at the two priests in black in front of him, and then at the woman in black who was standing next to the morgue - the latter had already taken out the herbs and holy oil used to perform the ritual from her pocket, and began to
A temporary altar has been set up in the open space in front of the morgue.
"Well, since it involves mines and pollution, then this is not the part that I should be responsible for," the old man finally gave up his stubbornness. He shrugged, put away the shotgun and turned towards the cemetery path, then turned back to greet the man.
Two men in black, one tall and one short, said, "Come on, I still have some hot tea in my hut. You can also warm yourself by the fire in it. The cemetery is colder than outside at night."
The two men in black looked at each other, and while walking to catch up with the old man, they said casually: "Thank you for the hospitality, old sir."
The old guard and the two men in black left, leaving only the woman in black with thin lips and another thin man who was always silent and taciturn.
And a coffin that has fallen silent at this moment.
Duncan lay quietly in the coffin, thinking about the conversation he had just had with the caretaker, and guessing the origins of the several uninvited guests who appeared later.
The landing trip in Hanshuang... was really different from the trip to Plande. Although it didn't look very smooth, it was also quite fun.
The only thing that dissatisfied him was the poor execution efficiency of this body.
Duncan raised his hand in the coffin and watched a small cluster of green flames jump at his fingertips, illuminating the small space.
Fortunately, the effectiveness of the spiritual fire is not affected.
In the swaying green firelight, he saw cheap, low-quality wooden boards, rough linen linings, densely packed runes on the coffin lid, and the triangular emblem in the center of the runes—which should be the mark of Bartok, the God of Death.
Those runes and emblems are obviously not "noble handmade products", but should be printed directly by a machine. Anyway, the effect is similar.
Duncan pricked up his ears again and listened carefully to the movement outside the coffin.
The coffin was very thin and the seal was not tight enough. He could clearly hear the conversations outside. He had just heard the caretaker and the two uninvited guests leaving, and now he could hear some rustling sounds.
There was movement, and it seemed that the people who had stayed behind were walking around the coffin.
What are they going to do?
The woman in black stopped setting up the altar in front of the morgue.
She stood up, glanced at the direction in which the guard was leaving, and after confirming that the stubborn old guard had gone far, she spat on the ground next to her, and then walked towards the coffin in front of her.
The "altar" that had just been decorated was stepped on by her without any care, and the herbal powder and the earthenware container containing oil were kicked away.
The taciturn man in black had already arrived next to the coffin. He shook his cane, and a metal elbow popped out from the end of the cane, turning it into a crowbar.
"Wait a minute," the woman in black raised her hand to stop her partner, then came to the coffin, raised her fingers and tapped it, "Are you still there?"
"Ah, yes," Duncan replied immediately, "What's the matter?"
The woman in black frowned, as if she was a little confused, but then she said expressionlessly: "Do you know who you are?"
"...I don't know," Duncan joked casually. "Actually, I'm still confused now. I don't know how I got here. Moreover, when I left, a person guarding the cemetery said that I was actually a dead person. Three days later, I was still confused.
The sky will burn down...What happened? What do you do?"
"Ah, we are here to help you," the woman in black said calmly, "You don't want to be burned, right?"
"Of course - although the frosty winter is indeed very cold, keeping warm in the crematorium is still too challenging. Are you going to let me out?"
"Your cold jokes are as cold as the night, sir," the woman in black laughed, "Of course, we will let you out, and then you only need to follow us, and you don't have to worry about anyone continuing to cause trouble for you.
"
"Thank you very much." The voice in the coffin said politely.
The woman in black calmed down the expression on her face, stepped back slightly, and nodded to the silent man holding the crowbar: "Pry it open."
The silent man immediately stepped forward, and with a creaking sound of prying, the already weak coffin was quickly opened. Then he pushed forward with his cane, completely pushing the dark coffin lid aside.
The wooden board slipped from the platform and fell heavily to the gravel ground.
The woman in black raised a finger to silence her, but some kind of hoarse and low mumble came from her throat, which did not sound like a human voice.
And with her "silence" gesture, the coffin lid actually made no sound when it fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the heavy wooden board turned into black dust scattered by the wind and disappeared silently.
In the night.
Then, a man and a woman dressed in black raised their heads and looked at the open coffin.
A man with a pale face, thick hands and feet, and wearing a dark brown coat sat up from inside and looked at each other curiously.
After a long time, a faint smile appeared on Duncan's face, and he sighed softly: "Ah, it seems to be interesting."
"What did you say?" The woman in black frowned, then immediately straightened her face and ordered in a deep voice that seemed to have a strange power, "Come out of here first, and follow us out of here."
"Don't worry," Duncan sat in the coffin, smiled and shook his head, "The chains on your bodies are really unique - your Deep Demon is also quite unique, I thought those things were only dogs."
The men and women in black were startled at the same time when they heard the words, and showed shock in the next second. The woman with thin lips even subconsciously took half a step back, staring at Duncan sitting in the coffin in shock and alert: "You
Can you see our disguise?!"
"camouflage?"
Duncan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the two people in front of him——
A woman was wearing a long dress with a dark color, her face looked thin and mean, and a dark chain protruded between her neck and collarbone. The chain was obviously integrated with her body, as if it extended directly from the collarbone.
The same thing came out, and the end of the chain was connected to an ugly strange bird whose body was twisted and pieced together from pitch black bone fragments.
Black smoke rose from the body of the strange bird, and it was resting steadily on the woman's shoulder. The two bloody holes on its head were staring at Duncan, and every bone in its body was trembling slightly.
The other is a thin man wearing a thick gray-blue coat. A chain extends directly from his throat. The other end of the chain is connected to a huge jellyfish floating in the air. The jellyfish looks like
There is no entity, and the whole body is composed of floating smoke. There is a blood-red core deep inside, and the core is constantly expanding and contracting, just like a heart.
Dark chains coexist with strange creatures shrouded in black smoke.
Apparently, two Annihilation cultists.
The two cultists all looked shocked at this moment.
"Ah, yes, disguise," Duncan nodded belatedly, then got up from the coffin little by little, walked out slowly, and climbed down from the platform carefully - his movements were very slow, because this body
It’s really not that easy to use. “Agou seems to have the talent of interfering with cognition and helping symbionts disguise their identities. Is this a common skill for you? But with all due respect, your disguise ability is really unreliable. I
I’ve never seen anything go wrong..."
"Stop!" The female cultist finally reacted. She took a few steps back suddenly, and then raised her finger to point at Duncan. The words in her throat seemed to be mixed with another low and hoarse voice, as if there was another magic spell.
It was like the speaker was reciting a magic spell through her throat, "I take away your ability to move and order you to stop here!"
Duncan finally stepped off the platform, took two steps forward leisurely, and looked at the woman not far away curiously: "So, this is the 'magic spell' that the so-called Annihilation Cult borrowed from the devil?
"Well, let me tell you, she is indeed a bit more elegant than Shirley.
"But now it seems that the effect is not as good as the meteor dog - at least it can scare me."