Deep Sea Embers Chapter 293: Hunting and fleeing
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The moment Duncan said the words "ignorance is bliss", the woman in the black dress had already reacted!
But this time she didn't try any futile fighting behaviors, but she grasped the chains under the Death Bird's feet with one hand, and waved the other hand behind her, summoning a hazy black mist in the air, Then turned around and ran towards the entrance of the cemetery!
She no longer cared about her partner who was occupying her body, nor the other two accomplices who were dealing with the watchman.
Leave here, the farther the better, the sooner the better! Don't stay in the sight of the invisible and nameless intruder, don't stay with the terrible shadow!
Duncan frowned. He hadn't fully adapted to the body he had just occupied. Although he could clearly feel that this body was in better health than the body in the coffin just now, it was still difficult for him to keep up with the fleeing body. pace.
However, he still stepped forward to catch up. While brushing away the strange black mist that the opponent summoned when he fled, while adapting to this new body, he set his eyes on the opponent's distressed back.
And following his gaze, the gas street lamps passing by the woman who was fleeing in embarrassment suddenly started to flicker, and the originally bright and stable flame was suddenly stained with a touch of dark green.
The street lamps polluted by tampering fires are like invisible footsteps, following the figure of the escaped cultist all the way, slowly spreading towards the entrance of the cemetery, and sprinkled green sparks along the way, getting closer ,more and more!
But at the moment when the green flames scattered in the streetlights on both sides were about to catch up with the cultist, this weird strange bird made of black bone fragments suddenly screamed and flew up. A large cloud of smoke was splashed in the night sky, and its sharp cry seemed to tear apart a small area of time and space. Fei Zhi could only see a large crack suddenly appearing in the darkness beside the cultist, followed by these blurred and distorted The cracks in the gap merged into a huge black hole——
The skeletal bird screamed frantically and frightenedly, rushing desperately towards the dark hole that appeared out of nowhere, the chain extending from its feet stretched straight in an instant, amidst the piercing sound of Kerala, this The woman in the white skirt was also suddenly dragged towards the entrance of the cave.
Two women in white were watching the old man's movements in the hut, one of them was standing at the door and the other was standing by the window.
The two women in white looked at each other in confusion, as if they felt that the stubborn old man in front of him suddenly said something inexplicable.
"This is a very unique escape route." Duncan looked at this sudden scene with some astonishment. After a while, the corners of his mouth trembled, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something, "Did Shirley and Agou run away like this back then? Come on... do you remember that he wasn't afraid at all?"
He walked towards the light at the end of the path.
"Did you hear any sound?" Duncan looked helplessly at the rapidly disintegrating body, and at the same time couldn't help thinking of the body he occupied when he came out of the coffin just now.
In the cool caretaker's hut, the kettle on the stove was hissing, the gas lamp at the side brought a dim light to the room, and the old caretaker slowly fiddled with the bottles and cans on the wooden shelf His trusty double-barreled shotgun hangs from a hook next to the rack.
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Definitely didn't accept the baptism of "opening the heart of sorrow" from the very beginning. The weird and terrifying scene in front of him will definitely have a huge impact on Duncan, but he has long been used to these weird and evil things. He was extremely calm, and even reached out to touch the vicinity of his neck.
But their attention was clearly not all on the caretaker.
Duncan still remembered that two other cultists disguised themselves as death priests and went to the hut together with the watchman—although the watchman seemed stubborn and unreasonable, he was at least a loyal person.
His flesh and blood were gradually turning into some kind of white charred substance. There were many gaps on the surface of the shriveled skin, and white smoke and ashes ran out of these gaps as if rising from a pyre. .
At this moment, a slight crackling sound entered Fei Zhi's ears.
They were paying attention to the movement towards the entrance of the cemetery, waiting for a signal.
There seems to be some movement outside.
After weighing briefly, Duncan raised his head and looked at the lights coming from the other direction of the path.
Cultists are not good people.
There are quite a few lying around in the morgue—but first of all, it is difficult to guarantee whether there will be another poor quality one, and secondly, it will take a lot of effort to open the box.
But first think about what you should be doing right now.
After occupying this body by myself, this "jellyfish" seemed to have a **** strike because it couldn't bear the pressure, and now the body of this cultist began to collapse from the place where the chains coexisted... .Could it be that as long as the symbiotic demon dies, that body will collapse?
Although the reasons for the disintegration were different, it seemed that this body also collapsed in the end.
This should be the direction of the caretaker's hut.
The old guard stopped suddenly and looked up at the window that was dirty and bright because of the years. He listened intently to the movement outside the window—there seemed to be only the whistling wind in the night.
After you go back, you can ask Shirley well.
With the last scream, the cultist was finally dragged by the chains and fell into the pitch-black void. The hole roared and closed, and finally disappeared in a shaking shadow.
But they didn't wait for the signal "It's over, evacuate", but they only heard some indistinct, indistinct strange sounds coming from the direction of the trail.
"Damn it! Stop it! You b*tch! You bastard!" The cultist struggled desperately and shouted out of tune, his voice filled with uncontrollable panic and despair, "No no no! Don't! Don't take him to Youyuan... Help, help! No! No—"
"...Why is it so difficult to find a usable body?" He couldn't help sighing, lamenting his good luck, "It was much smoother when I was in Purland than here."
The change seems to start from the throat—this is the place where it once lived with the deep demon and was connected with chains.
Duncan immediately thought of the jellyfish-like deep demon that shot out of thin air.
Duncan immediately thought of the greatest possibility, and at the same time, he even thought of Shirley and Agou—is there a similar relationship between these two "people"?
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This faint scream at the end is particularly disturbing.
The little green light from the street lamps on both sides illuminates the empty cemetery path.
"Oh, crows," muttered the old caretaker, "crows are a very annoying thing, they will steal your food, and then stand proudly on the branches and laugh loudly....I hate thieves, There are also uninvited guests, and the crow takes them all.”
He raised his head and looked at the iron fence at the end of his field of vision—the entrance of the cemetery was in front of him, and passing through the entrance seemed to be a large deserted and empty road section. bustling city.
He glanced back at the cemetery again.
The short man in white seemed to be on guard, staring into the eyes of the old guard: "Why?"
The green street lamps on both sides also quickly returned to normal as he withdrew his gaze~IndoMTL.com~ The interlaced faint light and shadow gradually returned to his feet like tentacles retracted in the darkness.
He frowned, looked at the direction in which the cultist disappeared, thought for a while but found nothing, and could only look away.
The old guard finally found what he was looking for in the pile of bottles and jars. He unscrewed the lid and poured some crushed herbs into the stove, and said casually: "Because usually, Two people are easier to deal with than three."
"There is no sound," the tall and strong woman stood at the door and said immediately after hearing what the guard said. Although she was also a little disturbed, it was a higher priority for the guard to stay in the house right now "Maybe it's just a crow."
Duncan was a little dazed for a moment, not knowing what kind of accident it was, then he suddenly pulled off the clothes on his chest, and finally saw his clothes
Changes taking place in the body: The old guard didn't seem to care about the reaction of the two people, but said to himself: "By the way, you know why I disobeyed this man's suggestion and brought the two of you here again." My cabin?"
Is this the characteristic of Oblivion Cultists?
He looked suspiciously in the direction of the sound, but found that it came from his own body—thin crackling sounds were constantly coming from all over the body, and in the gaps in the clothes, he could even see the crackling sound. There are fine white smoke seeping and rising.
The frosty civilized world is just around the corner, but this body that is constantly collapsing may not be able to support the whole distance, and even if I run to the city now, my honor, which is covered in smoke and walks with dregs I'm afraid it's impossible to get any information smoothly, and it's true to attract the guards who watch the night at the first time.
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