Hearing the words of the Death Priest in front of him, the old caretaker did not immediately cooperate like an ordinary gravekeeper would, but frowned in dissatisfaction: "I am the caretaker of the cemetery. I have never heard of the saying that the caretaker needs to avoid actions in the cemetery."
"This is a special situation, old sir," the short man in black took a half step forward and said in a serious and sincere tone. After seeing the stubborn expression on the old guard's face, he finally sighed, "Well, actually I shouldn't have told you - this body will be sent to the Cathedral of Silence."
"The Cathedral of Silence?" the old guard asked subconsciously, "What on earth is this..."
"This is a serious unknown contamination. It may be related to something deep in the mine. We need to perform a special purification ceremony. The fewer living people on the scene, the better," the short man said seriously. "Not only you have to avoid it, but one of my colleagues and I have to avoid it with you."
As he was speaking, the tall and strong man among the men in black also stood up and silently came to the side of the short man.
The old guard looked at the two black-robed priests in front of him, and then looked at the black-robed woman standing next to the morgue. The latter had already taken out the herbs and holy oils used to perform the ceremony from her possession, and began to set up a temporary altar on the open space in front of the morgue.
"Well, since it involves mines and pollution, it's not my responsibility," the old man finally gave up his stubbornness. He shrugged, put away his shotgun, turned around and walked towards the cemetery path. He turned back and called the two short men in black, "Come on, there's some hot tea in my hut, and you can warm yourself by the fire. The cemetery is colder at night than outside."
The two men in black looked at each other, and as they followed the old man, they said casually, "Thank you for your hospitality, old sir."
The old guard and the two men in black left, leaving only the man in black with thin lips and another thin woman who remained silent by the morgue.
And a coffin that has not yet calmed down.
The silent woman stepped forward immediately, and with a creaking sound, the coffin, which was not very sturdy to begin with, was quickly opened. Then she pushed forward with her cane, pushing the dark coffin lid aside completely.
Rune finally stepped off the platform, and took two steps forward slowly, looking at the man not far away curiously: "So, this is the so-called 'magic spell' that the Annihilation Cultists borrowed from the devil
Duncan lay quietly in the coffin, thinking about the conversation he had just had with the guard, while guessing the origins of the several uninvited guests who had appeared.
Duncan raised his hand in the coffin and watched a small green flame jump on his fingertips, illuminating the small space.
In the flickering green firelight, he saw the cheap, inferior wood boards, the smooth linen lining, and the densely packed octagonal emblems on the coffin lid - these should be the marks of Bartok, the god of death.
The pitch-black chains coexist with the strange creatures surrounded by white smoke.
"Stop!" The male cultist finally reacted. He suddenly took several steps back, then raised his hand and pointed at Cai Cheng. The words coming out of his throat seemed to be mixed with another low and hoarse voice, as if another spellcaster was chanting a spell through his throat. "He deprives you of the ability to move. Order him to stop here!"
"Oh, yes, disguise," Duncan nodded belatedly, then he slowly got up from the coffin, walked out, and climbed down the platform carefully - his movements were very slow, because this body was not very useful. "Agou seems to have the talent to interfere with cognition and help the symbionts disguise their identities. Is this their common skill? But if I may be frank, your disguise ability is really not very reliable. I have never seen a situation where there are no problems..."
The landing journey in Frost... was really different from the one in Pland. Although it didn't seem to be going smoothly, it was also quite fun.
Duncan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the two people in front of him—a pale woman with thick hands and feet, wearing a dark brown coat, sat up from inside and looked at them curiously.
"Wait a minute," the man in black raised his hand to stop his companion.
, then came to the coffin, bent his fingers and knocked, "Is it still there?"
The taciturn woman in black walked to the side of the coffin, shook the walking stick she was carrying, and a metal bend popped out from the end of the cane, turning it into a crowbar.
The man in black stopped setting up the altar in front of the morgue.
The only thing that made him dissatisfied was the poor execution efficiency of that body.
Then, a man and a woman in black raised their heads and looked at the wide-open coffin.
These emblems are obviously not "noble handmade products", but should be printed directly by machine. Anyway, the effect is almost the same.
"What did you say?" The man in black frowned, then immediately turned stern and said in a deep voice that seemed to carry a strange power, "Come out first and leave here with us."
The other was a thin woman wearing a thick gray-blue coat. A chain extended directly from her throat, and the other end of the chain was connected to a huge jellyfish floating in the air. The jellyfish seemed to have no entity, and its body was made up of floating smoke. There was a blood-red core deep inside it, which kept expanding and shrinking and wriggling like a heart.
The man and woman in black were both startled when they heard this, and then they were shocked. The thin-lipped man even subconsciously took a half step back, staring at Duncan sitting in the coffin in astonishment and vigilance: "Can you see through our disguise?!"
The two cultists were both shocked at this moment.
The coffin was very thin and the seal was not tight enough. He could vaguely hear the conversations of people outside. He had just heard the sound of the guard and two uninvited guests leaving, and now he could hear some rustling noises, as if the people who stayed behind were walking around the coffin.
As he made a "silence" gesture, the coffin lid fell to the ground without making any sound. In the blink of an eye, the light wooden board turned into white dust that drifted with the wind and disappeared silently into the night.
"Thank you very much." The voice in the coffin said politely.
After a long while, Cai Cheng showed a faint smile on his face and sighed softly, "Ah, it seems to be getting interesting."
The plank slid off the platform and landed lightly on the gravel ground.
White smoke was rising from the strange bird as it rested steadily on the man's shoulder. The two bloody holes on its head were staring at the runes, and every bone in its body was trembling slightly.
The man in black restrained his expression, took a step back, and nodded to the silent woman holding the crowbar: "Pry it open."
... ..No need to look," Duncan said casually, "In fact, I am still awake and don't know how I got here. And just now, a cemetery keeper said that I am actually a dead person and will be cremated in two days... What happened? What are you doing?"
"Your joke is as cold as this night, sir," the man in black laughed, "Of course, we will let you out, and then you just need to follow us, and you don't have to worry about anyone continuing to trouble you."
"But now it seems that the effect is still like Meteor Dog - at least it can scare him."
Two Annihilation Cultists, apparently.
"Ah, we're here to help you," the man in black said calmly, "You don't want to be burned, do you?"
A woman, wearing a dark long dress, her face looked thin and mean, and a pitch-black chain protruded between her neck and collarbone. The chain was obviously integrated with her body, as if it extended directly from her collarbone. The end of the chain was connected to a beautiful strange bird made up of twisted and spliced black bone pieces.
"Ah, yes," Cai Cheng replied immediately, "What's up?"
"Well, to be honest, she is a little more elegant than Shirley.
The man in black raised a finger as a gesture to silence her, but a hoarse and low murmur came from her throat, which did not sound like a human voice.
He stood up and looked in the direction the guard had left. After confirming that the stubborn old guard had gone far away, he spit on the ground next to him.
He drooled, then walked towards the coffin in front of him.
"camouflage?"
The man in black frowned, as if he was a little confused, but then he said expressionlessly: "Do you know who you are?"
Duncan pricked up his ears again, listening to the noise outside the coffin.
Fortunately, the effectiveness of the spiritual fire is not affected.
"Don't worry," Duncan smiled and shook his head while sitting in the coffin. "The chains on your body are really unique - your deep demons are also very unique. I thought only dogs have these things."
"Of course - while the winter in Frost is certainly cold, keeping warm in the crematorium is still too challenging. Should we let him out?"
He stepped carelessly over the "altar" that had just been set up, and kicked away the herbal powder and the ceramic containers containing oil.
What are you going to do