"It's a good idea to stay where you are."
Miss Magic immediately echoed Mr. Hood's opinion.
The tabletop set actually came to life after Mr. Candle's intrusion, not just animating around the explorers. The white mist floating on the table was rolling, and the fine gravel and weeds danced gently. At the same time, more monsters came out from the wreckage of the building.
Instead of embarrassing the explorers, they rushed towards Mr. Candle with the same goal.
"I agree with Mr. Candle now. In this case, Mr. Corpse is definitely behind the scenes. He used [the story in the story] and the five of us."
Mr. White Cat sighed, and then asked Hathaway:
"Mr. Bailing, I found that you haven't spoken since Mr. Candle appeared there. Did something strange happen?"
"No, I'm fine...but it's just him, is there really no problem?"
Hathaway was still worried.
In the real Nolan suburban cemetery, just after jumping off the low wall, Jenkins saw seven or eight ugly spirit bodies rising from the ground. He didn't even move, those grievances dissipated automatically after approaching him, even he didn't know whether it was his own power or the power of the sage at work.
After the spirit body disappeared, he used the [Eye of Reality] to observe the half-destroyed hospital in front of him due to the earthquake. Before he could find the explorers, he saw black and blue auras rushing towards him.
After the thin mist, he could barely see the monster closest to him. It was a centipede, a centipede made up of a large number of human bodies. Corrupted human corpses joined together have their heads removed end to end, with only the frontmost corpse having a head.
Their hands and feet do not stand upright under their bodies like cows and horses, but let their bodies spread out in a large font, with their arms and legs clinging to the ground, relying on their fingers and toes to tap and crawl on the ground.
Therefore, when you exercise, your fingers and toes will make a dense sound of rustling when you touch the ground. Jenkins, who saw this scene and heard this sound, shivered firmly.
"What's this?"
He was so disgusted that he stretched out his hand and drew his sword to strike forward. Unexpectedly, the giant human centipede actually circled and climbed up the side wall of the nearby building. Most of its torso was hidden behind the white mist and the building. , leaving only a handsome woman's head peeking at Jenkins.
At the same time, more monsters appeared from the white mist. Most of them are spirit bodies, and the few creatures with entities are monsters made up of various wild animal corpses and human corpses.
"Is Mr. Candle all right?"
Hathaway at the table saw this scene and asked worriedly.
"No problem... probably."
Mr Hood wasn't so sure either.
They looked at the wood carving on the table, and then found a sword appeared out of thin air in the wood carving's hand. Although it was also a model of wood carving, the moment the sword appeared, it seemed that the light of the entire set was gathered there, letting the players know that the sword was unusual.
"This seems to be..."
Hathaway said uncertainly.
"Yes, that is the sword, the sword of the believer of lies... That's right, our friend Mr. Candle has always been a believer of lies, I don't think you will mind that?"
Miss Magic asked them.
Mr. White Cat shook his head to express that he didn't mind. Mr. Black Cat was his friend. The two had some exchanges in the correspondence. He vaguely guessed the identity of Mr. Candle.
As for Hathaway's face hidden behind the mask, it showed a pensive expression. During the twin demon incident, because she fell into a coma, Jenkins, who solved the twin demon, pushed everything to the man in black who liked to collect weird things at that time. At that time, Hathaway knew Jenkins' friend in black , and even thought that his real leader was the man in black.
And now, Mr. Candle's identity is also a believer in lies, and Jenkins has an unclear relationship with those people... She fell into deep thought.
A white light flashed across the table, although he couldn't use all his strength to prevent accidents later. But in such an open field, the sweeping sword light still wiped out most of the monsters. This sword seems to be especially restraining spirits and corpses.
"I once speculated that the sword owned by the believer of lies may be related to the skeleton sword. Although the similarity in appearance between the two is very low, this rumor came from the church, and its credibility is very high."
said Mr Hood.
"Will he be unhappy when we speculate on Mr. Candle's secret like this?"
Mr. White Cat asked with some concern.
"He's not that petty, and of course we won't tell him about this conversation."
Miss Magic shrugged, and then asked Mr. Corpse:
"Although I don't know how the appearance of Mr. Candle will affect your plan. But since the story is still going on, please continue to explain. We are very interested in everything we see from the perspective of explorers. "
Jenkins was tired of the monsters that surrounded him. The spirit body was okay, but the spliced corpse monsters with entities not only looked disgusting, but also had strong regeneration ability.
As long as they are not killed by a single blow, their wounds can ooze black grease, automatically repair the wounds on their bodies, and then quickly go into battle.
Jenkins could only swing his sword tirelessly, because the sword light consumed a lot of energy, and he could only use physical attacks with physical strength. In fact, he has a better way. The newly obtained cane is definitely the best weapon to deal with such monsters.
But he also knows that there are people looking at him from strange angles now, so he can't use the weapon that reveals his identity-Jenkins Williams has just obtained a powerful walking stick, and the disciples of lies immediately take it. One came out. Although people in this world believe in fate, most of them don't believe in coincidence.
Jenkins had more bad feelings about entering the hospital than coming here with the professor. Although on the way here from the closet at home, he had already felt oppressed and weird in the heavy rain and aftershocks in downtown Nolan, but those were nothing compared to the atmosphere in the hospital.
Not only a strong sense of being spied on, but also a stronger feeling that something ancient and mysterious is waking up. This feeling is a bit like taking a cruise ship above the trench in the deep sea, but not knowing that the huge and ancient old crazy god in the trench is waking up and peeping.