The Wizard World: 339 Nightmare and Chaos 2
Angele slowly moved in the direction of the bloodstain, and soon came to a white mushroom house.
The doors and windows of this mushroom house are torn apart. It's not too dark inside, it's just facing the sun.
The golden sun shines through the ragged doors and windows, and falls on the floor. Makes the whole room bright.
Angel slowly walked into the room, the silvery white on the skin became more and more conspicuous, like a metal man, reflecting the hard texture all over his body.
The mushroom house is small. Several brown wooden chairs tilted to the ground.
There is a painting frame hanging on the wall, which shows a family of three. Ordinary men, ordinary women, and a cute little blond girl, hug their parents and show a sweet smile.
These three are dressed in gray Orion clothes, just like those in the Lord's World.
In order to distinguish the other worlds, Anglia calls the world of the wizards he lives in as the main world. But now it seems that the humans in the nightmare world have nothing else.
He walked over and gently wiped the dust off the surface of the frame.
Oh!
Suddenly, the corner of the frame tilted, leaving only one nail hanging on the white wall.
Angele retracted his hand, and looked at the situation in the room.
There is a large bed beside the table and chairs, and the white quilt is covered with two mummy-like bodies. The corpse's hands and feet were exposed. Looking away, it looks like several dry black trunks.
Angele walked over and uncovered the quilt.
The stench rushed on.
His eyes flashed blue rapidly. After taking three steps, he frowned and covered his nose, squinting at the body on the bed.
"Well?" He suddenly gave a soft whisper. His eyes fell on the gap between the two bodies.
In the gap there, a dirty girl curled up in the embrace of the corpse, sleeping soundly.
The long black-gray hair can faintly see the original trace of gold. The girl was wearing grey-black long-sleeved trousers and feet without shoes together.
The skin is completely invisible in the portrait, completely gray.
Her hands are on her chest. He held a black object tightly in his hand, much like a broken bone.
Angele blinked blue light and scanned the girl. Then walk over. Gently pat the girl's face with a long dagger.
Oh! !!
A black hunting knife slashed hard at Angele's legs.
The little girl didn't know when a hunting knife appeared in her hand, and she slashed to Angele with a knife in her bed.
Clang!
The long dagger hits the black hunting knife.
If the little girl is thundered, she hums back. He slammed into the wall.
"Ah !!!" She screamed suddenly. Both eyes and ears slowly shed black-red blood, and a rotten odor became more intense.
The little girl was sitting by the wall, staring at Angell with her eyes, the screams became sharper, and the blood in her features flowed more and more.
A sound wave, like a substantially transparent ripple, spreads in all directions in the air.
Angele frowned, raised his right-handed dagger and waved down sharply.
Oh! !!
The dagger is instantly elongated and becomes a slender silver sword. The blade spans several meters. A little slash cut the little girl's head in half.
The screams came to an abrupt end.
The little girl crouched in the corner, her head was empty, just like an empty shell, nothing.
Angele walked over and crouched beside the little girl. Pull a brown necklace from the girl's chest.
The necklace is made of a black rope and passed through a small wood carving. Wood carving is a round eyeball shape.
"I thought it was a living mouth, but I didn't expect it ..." Angliat frowned, "presumably this is the infected mutant recorded on the inscription."
Flip the little girl's body with a dagger, except for the necklace, nothing more. De bone in his hand. It's just the most common broken bone.
Gently flicking the stain on the dagger, Angele turned and walked out of the hut.
Papapapap! !!
A sudden rush of footsteps came from behind the mushroom room on the right.
Angel looked stunned, and rushed forward without hesitation.
On the back of the mushroom house, the back of a black dress flickers on another turn.
Angel rushed under his dagger, and rushed to the corner, just to see a black figure rushing forward.
He lifted his left hand, and a silver wire came out of his palm, blocking it in front of the man, blocking the way completely.
The figure suddenly stopped and turned around.
It's wrapped in a black cape, and its eyes are covered with ink-colored glass. No trace of skin was exposed. It's like a person completely wrapped in black cloth.
The height is shorter than Angele, almost one meter six. The man looked at Angele, stepping back to the wall one step at a time, looking terrified.
"Are you a survivor?" Anglia narrowed his eyes and whispered in a somewhat jerky chaos.
The chaotic language is pronounced as the same man and woman are superimposed at the same time. It is impossible for ordinary people to speak this language without using special vocal cord skills.
The shadow trembled when he heard Angle talking, and seemed a little excited.
It shivered violently.
"molasuxiliyeji?" He looked at Angele, and suddenly said something in his mouth, it seemed to remember something, he quickly added: "yehu! ygjjlinan!"
"You don't understand chaos?" Angle froze slightly.
"Gorvania?" The figure tried to say something.
"What do you mean?" Angele frowned at him. He pointed to his lower lip and shook his hand.
"Who are you ...?" Finally, the weird Byron language was spoken in the silhouette. "Don't repeat it! Only infected people will repeat it!" His voice was sharp.
"I? I'm a recluse. I used to live in a very secret place, a corner of the world. I saw this scene without thinking about it." Angle made up a set of personal experience without hesitation. Also introduced in fluent ancient Byron.
"Hermit?" The silhouette's throat was thick. "I am a survivor, a survivor in this town." He seemed used to speaking in Byron.
"Can you find a place to tell me more about the situation now? I was almost attacked by a weird little girl just now." Angele lifted her hand, retracted the silver wire, and re-melted it into a long dagger.
"That's okay." The man nodded, and he looked at Angele carefully, and finally seemed relieved and relaxed. "Is there anything on the surface of your skin? No wonder you don't have to cover it like me. But how can it be silver?"
"Whole body?" Angelle frowned. "Why wrap your body?"
"Don't you know ?! Those guys can only be blocked by black, any other color of clothes will be directly penetrated by them. Suck any creature, eat any flesh!" The man was surprised. "Let's go, I'll take you to our refuge first." He turned and walked towards the left path.
"OK."
Angle put his double dagger in the back with his backhand. Following the man.
The two went one after the other and soon walked into a mushroom house. The house was broken and half of the roof had completely broken down.
The man crossed some wooden waste on the ground, bent over and groped on the ground, and quickly found a pull ring, holding it up and mentioning it.
A muffled sound.
Boom.
The man lifted a slate from the ground, exposing the dark space below.
"My family and I have been living in this cellar for almost three years." He said, walking gently down the stairs. "Come in, and bring it by the way.
Angele frowned. The blue light flashed in both eyes, and then followed the man into it, carrying a slate backhand.
The cellar is a space less than ten meters long.
The black stone walls and ground are not bright. Only the outlines of some barrels and tables and chairs can be seen faintly.
There is a musty smell and a pee smell in the air. Feet on the ground, some slippery and sticky. Very uncomfortable.
The man's figure was standing next to a bed in the corner, and two petite figures flew into his arms.
"Ezra!" "Ezra Kiri!"
The voices of the little boy and the girl suddenly sounded.
The man removed the black clothes from his body, turned around and said embarrassingly to Angle.
"This is my son Fra, daughter Furia."
Angele nodded, watching as he drew some stale bread and pieces of meat from a small pocket coming down from his clothes and gave them to the two children.
"Did you always live in this cellar?" he whispered.
The two children seem to be a little afraid of him, both of them are behind their father. He looked at him timidly.
"Yeah, it's been more than three years, 64 months a year, 100 days a month, counting, almost 20,000 days, I have been living in this cellar ..." The man seemed Some emotion.
"What the **** is going on?" Angele opened a chair and sat down. He converted the time. In the unit of time here, one year is equivalent to 17 years in the main world. More than three years, that is, more than fifty years ago.
"What's going on?" the man smiled bitterly. "A big change five years ago, the whole world has changed. I don't know where a disease emerged, and it spread quickly. All living things are affected by this living thing. Into all kinds of monsters. The Church of the Mother of Iicolin could not stop the spread of the disease. After the last high priest left a record of despair, the whole world was completely plunged into fear and darkness. Many times, some unreal things will become reality, and some The real thing will become illusory. The world becomes a mess. "
"Imagination becomes reality? Reality becomes unreal?" Angell became more and more interested in the nightmare world now.
"Yeah." The man walked beside Angle and sat down. "Sometimes, lakes and houses appear inexplicably in some places. Sometimes some buildings disappear inexplicably. Some strange monsters appear everywhere on the ground, in the sky. Do you know? I even saw a human Thigh walking in the woods alone, without the rest of the body, it is a thigh, alone! It walks all the time, not knowing where to go. "(To be continued ...)
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