Standing at the door of the house, I chatted with the keeper for a while about Nolan's epidemic prevention situation, and then asked in detail whether the corpse plague had mutated. Although the news was not satisfactory, it was optimistic. Just as the church expected, in the half month after Pompeii's defeat, the number of plague infection cases rose almost exponentially. This means that the church's estimate of the morbidity and mortality rate of the plague is correct. That is to say, if all goes well, then in the second half of next month, Nolan can basically announce that he is out of the emergency epidemic prevention alert.
"But the influence of the skull sword is not the only one."
The keeper said cautiously, seeing that Jenkins didn't understand what he meant, he explained again:
"We found some strange traces last week, which may be related to the whereabouts of the skeleton sword. It may not have disappeared, and a new owner has been found in Nolan."
"What did the church discover?"
Jenkins asked cautiously.
"It's the clues found by Bincy. You may remember that last Friday night, the team he led encountered the cultists on Fifth Queen's Road. It was people from the evil sect [Whip of the Dead], and they manipulated some Weird-looking creatures. After the battle, we commissioned the Church of Death and the End of the World to conduct autopsies on those monsters, and confirmed that they were all alchemy life forms that were not naturally produced, and that the blood of some different species would become so weird. Bin Sy probably didn't mention it to you..."
He looked around, then said softly:
"During the battle, a follower of the God of Lies appeared, and he possessed the ability to manipulate the undead. The autopsy results showed that the method used by the unknown believer to manipulate the undead was very similar to the army of undead controlled by Pompeii."
"You mean..."
Jenkins was glad he was wearing a crow's mouth mask now, so the Keeper couldn't see his expression.
"In other words, the skull sword is likely to be obtained by the believers of the God of Lies!"
"Oh God!"
Jenkins suddenly yelled loudly, as if frightened. He raised his hand and drew the holy emblem on the chest of the protective suit, regretting that he used the power of the skull sword that night.
"Mr. Williams, you don't have to worry too much. Although the believers of the God of Lies act cruelly and perversely, at least so far the new God of Lies has not been identified as an evil god. Their gods will restrain them Behavior, I think even if the skeleton sword is really obtained by them, things like Pompeii will never happen again."
The keeper seemed to mistakenly think that Jenkins was worried, so he comforted him in a low voice. Jenkins wanted to explain, but suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the house behind him.
The voice was like the unwilling sigh of a dying patient, or the chilling exclamation of an unknown monster in a deep cave. But the keeper didn't hear it. Jenkins suddenly turned to look at the house and asked him in a low voice if something happened.
"I seem to have an auditory hallucination, oh no, it's not an auditory hallucination, oops!"
As soon as Jenkins finished speaking, a black shadow rushed out of the dark living room. The keeper stopped Jenkins directly behind him without thinking, and raised the golden magic barrier with his right hand to form instantly, but in the next second, the two of them were blown away by the impact brought by the barrier being broken, with a bang, one in front of the other Then hit the wall of the house opposite.
"Oh, sage, what's the matter, ahem..."
The secret keeper struggled to get up, but suddenly coughed loudly, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground. His body temperature rose rapidly, and the feeling of weakness in his limbs made his mind a little dizzy.
In Jenkins' view, the symptoms on the keeper were simply the most prominent manifestation of corpse plague. He was vigilant about the female corpse standing at the door, and reached out to grab the keeper's arm, and the huge life spirit produced by [the origin of life] immediately poured into the keeper's body.
"How did she wake up? The seal failed?"
Jenkins thought in surprise, and then saw a dazzling burst of magical light in the room, and members of the coroner's unit and scribe's team scattered throughout the alley also noticed Jenkins and the Keeper who were knocked into the air. They all ran towards this direction.
"Don't get close to this corpse, it still carries the curse of mortal death!"
Miss Bevanna's voice came from behind the corpse, and the magical brilliance in the room just now was obviously her handwriting.
"Has the seal failed?"
The Keeper who was treated by Jenkins already felt better. Although he still couldn't stand up, he could at least speak loudly.
"The creepy thing is agitated, I think I know what it is, A-03-1-7327 [The Evil of the Plague]! Don't get close, it can't escape this house with me, now completely Block this street, cut off the gas pipes, steam pipes and water supply pipes in the block, and kill anyone who tries to go out!"
Miss Bevanna yelled in a hurry, and with the ferocious roar of the female corpse, she tried to hit the invisible barrier at the door for the second time, so Miss Bevanna didn't have time to distract herself from speaking.
Apart from Miss Bevanna and several other coroners who didn't know her life or death in the room, Jenkins and the Keeper were the closest to the terrifying female corpse.
Compared with the shriveled and thin appearance when it was lying in bed just now, the corpse now looks like a living person. But the exaggerated black pattern on the face, the black eyes, and the white face that looks like high-grade flour are very chilling.
Its feet did not touch the ground, but were suspended in the air, with its toes pointing straight down. The bruises on the skin and the black incantations together form a complex curse, and the completely black eyes seem to fly out of their sockets. Undoubtedly, an unparalleled sense of fear invades anyone who sees this corpse.
Jenkins thought it was more like a female ghost than a living corpse.
"What is A-03-1-7327 [Evil Plague]?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice while helping the keeper to go far away. The scribe nearby also reached out to help the keeper, but the moment the gloved hand approached the keeper's skin, it felt like being pricked by a needle. Take it back just as quickly.
"Don't touch him, Mr. Collinshire still has the curse left on him."
Jenkins immediately warned, and then heard the secret keeper answer the question just now in a weak voice:
"A-03-1-0027 [Evil Plague] is one of the oldest creeps. This is a phenomenon that has been haunting intelligent life populations since the concept of [Plague] was born. With civilization The fire is so powerful, since the 16th century, this monster has rarely appeared. To be honest, if Miss Bevanna hadn't mentioned this number, I would never have imagined that this kind of thing would appear again... "