The moment Duncan uttered the words "ignorance is bliss", the woman in the black dress had already reacted!
But this time she did not attempt any futile fighting. Instead, she grasped the chain under the Death Bird's feet with one hand, and waved her other hand behind her, summoning a hazy black mist in the air. Then she turned around and ran towards the entrance of the cemetery!
She no longer cared about her companion whose body was occupied, nor about the other two accomplices who were dealing with the guard. The strange things that happened tonight were beyond her understanding, even as a person who had been in contact with the deep evil.
Get away from here, the farther the better, the faster the better! Do not continue to stay in the sight of that invisible and indescribable invader, do not continue to coexist with that terrifying shadow!
Duncan frowned. He had not yet fully adapted to the body he had just occupied. Although he could clearly feel that this body was in better health than the one in the coffin just now, he still found it difficult to keep up with the other party's escape.
However, he still took a step forward and chased after him, casually slashing away the strange black fog that the other party had summoned when he escaped, while adjusting to this new body, and keeping his eyes on the other party's embarrassed back.
As he watched, the gas street lamps passing by the fleeing woman suddenly began to flicker, and the originally bright and stable flames were suddenly stained with a hint of dark green.
The street lights polluted by the usurped fire were like invisible footsteps, following the figure of the fleeing cultist all the way, slowly spreading towards the direction of the cemetery entrance, and scattering green sparks along the way, getting closer and closer, and more and more!
But just when the green flames from the street lamps on both sides were about to catch up with the cultist, this strange bird made of black bone fragments suddenly screamed and flew up. The bony wings of the strange bird splashed a large amount of smoke in the night sky, and its sharp cry seemed to tear apart a small range of space and time. Fei Zhi only saw that a large crack seemed to suddenly appear in the darkness beside the cultist, and then these blurred and twisted cracks merged into a huge black hole -
The skeleton bird screamed madly and fearfully, and rushed towards the dark cave that appeared out of nowhere. The chains extending from its feet were stretched straight in an instant. With a sharp sound of "Cala", the woman in white dress was also suddenly dragged towards the cave.
Two women in white were watching the old man's actions in the hut, one standing at the door and the other at the window.
The two women in white looked at each other in confusion, as if they felt that the words suddenly spoken by the stubborn old man in front of them were somewhat incomprehensible.
"This is a very unique escape route," Duncan looked at the sudden scene in surprise, and after a while, the corners of his mouth trembled. Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, "Did Shirley and Agou escape in this way... But remember that he was not afraid at all at that time?"
He walked towards the light at the end of the path.
"Did you hear any sound?" Duncan looked at the rapidly disintegrating body with some helplessness, and at the same time he couldn't help but think 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 next to it brought a dim light to the room. The old caretaker was slowly fiddling with the bottles and jars on the wooden shelf. His trusty double-barreled shotgun was hanging on the iron hook next to the shelf.
He certainly had not accepted the baptism of "opening the door to his sorrow" from the beginning. The weird and terrifying scene before his eyes would definitely bring a huge shock to Duncan, but he has long been accustomed to these weird and evil things. At this moment, he was particularly calm and even reached out to touch his neck.
But their attention was clearly not entirely on the caretaker.
Duncan remembered that two other cultists disguised themselves as death priests and went to the cabin with the caretaker - although the caretaker gave people the impression of being stubborn and unkind, he was at least a loyal man.
His flesh and blood were gradually turning into some kind of white charred substance. There were many gaps on the surface of his wrinkled skin, and white smoke and ashes were rising from these gaps as if from a pile of firewood.
At this moment, a slight crackling sound reached Fei Zhi's ears.
They were paying attention to the movements towards the cemetery entrance, waiting for a signal.
There seemed to be some movement outside.
After a brief consideration, Duncan raised his head and looked at the lights coming from the other direction of the trail.
Cultists are not good people.
There are quite a few lying around in the morgue - but firstly, there is no guarantee that you won't run into poor quality ones, and secondly, it takes a lot of effort to unpack them.
But first think about what you should do now.
After taking over this body, the "jellyfish" seemed to have gone on strike because it could not bear the pressure, and now the body of the cultist began to break down from the place where the chain symbiosis took place... Could it be that as long as the symbiotic demon died, the body would collapse as well
Although the reasons for the collapse were different, this body also seemed to have its flesh and blood collapse in the end.
This should be the direction of the caretaker's hut.
The old guard suddenly stopped and looked up at the window that looked dirty and bright due to the passage of time. He listened attentively to the movement outside the window - at this moment in the night, there seemed to be only the hollow sound of the wind.
I can ask Shirley about it when I get back.
With a final scream, the cultist was finally dragged by the chains into a dark cave. The entrance of the cave then closed with a whistling sound and finally disappeared in a shaking shadow.
But they did not wait for the signal of "Done, evacuate", but only heard some vague and unclear strange sounds coming from the direction of the trail.
"Damn it! Stop! You bastard! You beast!" The cultist struggled desperately, shouting in a distorted voice, his voice filled with uncontrollable fear and despair, "No, no, no! Don't! Don't take him to the Deep... Help, help! No! No—"
"... Why is it so difficult to find a usable body?" He couldn't help but sigh, lamenting his good luck, "It was much easier in Plunder than here."
The change seemed to start from the throat - the place where the dark demon once coexisted and was connected by chains.
Duncan immediately thought of the jellyfish-like dark demon that appeared out of nowhere.
Duncan instantly thought of the biggest possibility, and even thought of Shirley and Agou - could there be a similar relationship between these two "people"
This final, muffled scream was particularly disturbing.
The dim green light from the street lamps on both sides illuminated the empty cemetery path.
"Oh, crows," the old keeper muttered, "crows are annoying creatures. They steal your food and then stand on the branches with a smug look on their faces, laughing loudly... I hate thieves and uninvited guests the most. Crows are both of these."
He raised his head and looked at the iron fence at the end of his field of vision—the entrance to the cemetery was in front of him. Passing through the entrance seemed to be a large, deserted and empty road. After passing through that empty area, he would reach the bustling city with bright lights.
He looked back at the cemetery again.
The shorter man in white seemed to be on guard and stared into the old guard's eyes: "Why?"
The street lights on both sides, which were stained with dark green, quickly returned to normal as he withdrew his gaze. The interlaced dark lights and shadows gradually returned to his feet like tentacles retracting in the darkness.
He frowned and looked in the direction where the cultist disappeared. After thinking for a moment, he found nothing and could only look away.
The old guard finally found what he was looking for among the bottles and jars. He unscrewed the lids and poured some crushed herbs into the stove, saying casually, "Because generally speaking, two people are easier to deal with than three."
"Nothing," the tall, sturdy woman standing at the door said immediately after hearing the guard's words. Although she was a little uneasy, keeping the guard in the house was a higher priority at the moment. "Maybe it was just crows."
Duncan was a little confused for a moment, not knowing what the unexpected situation was. Then he suddenly opened his clothes on his chest and finally saw his face.
The old guard seemed not to care about the two people's reactions, but just continued to talk to himself: "By the way, do you know why I disobeyed this gentleman's advice and brought you two to my cabin?"
Is this a characteristic of the Annihilation Cultists
He looked in the direction of the sound in confusion, only to find that it came from his own body - fine crackling sounds continued to come from all over his body, and in the gaps in his clothes, he could see fine white smoke seeping and rising.
The civilized world of Frost was right before his eyes, but his collapsing body would hardly be able to support him to complete the journey. Moreover, even if he ran to the city now, it would be impossible for him, with his smoke all over his body and his shattered feet, to successfully obtain any information. It was true that he had to attract the night watchmen as soon as possible.