The old man who looked like a demon turned the hourglass upside down as he spoke. Jenkins turned and ran away, only to find that the others had already set off.
It seems that there is no path next to the sacrificial place, but you can find tall steps from the grass on the edge facing the female devil. After jumping up, they could see a faint path through the barren weeds, and now the five of them ran along this path towards the direction of the dark red light.
The surrounding area is not a single overgrown grass. Compared with the grassland, it is more like a dilapidated village in a horror story. Collapsed houses and even windmills can be seen faintly beside the path, and of course there are fire pits and lingering shadows.
After running for less than thirty seconds, a fork in the road diagonally ahead appeared.
There is still a road sign in the middle of the two forked roads, the text on it has disappeared and cannot be read.
"Choose a road at will, there are still many forks in the road, don't be wasted by thinking!"
Mr. White Cat, who was running at the front, said loudly that this should be for Jenkins. Then he ran into the road leading to the oblique front. It was a downhill road, and the bridge hole could be faintly seen hundreds of feet away.
The others also had their own choices. Jenkins was at the back, after thinking about it, he ran to the right front road.
This road is uphill, and it is quite strenuous to run. Moreover, the road is not smooth, and occasionally I stumble over stones.
The more you walk in the direction of the light, the stronger the red light that appears in the dim environment. But instead of providing illumination, a blurred and hazy layer of red mist appeared in the field of vision.
Jenkins didn't know that he had made several fork choices. In short, there was no one in front of him, and he didn't know where he was.
The current environment is more and more like the hell he imagined, with red lights everywhere and weedy grassy countryside, even the best writers can't describe such horrors.
Suppressing the discomfort, he continued to run wildly under the blessing of [Cat's Grace] and [Titan's Power]. A brick bridge appeared in front of him, and he ran up to find that the bridge was broken in the middle. So he took advantage of the potential energy of running and leaped vigorously, but when his body flew into the air, a black knobby tentacle protruded from the deep hole under the bridge.
"what?"
Jenkins was frightened, and subconsciously punched out. He couldn't use his strength in the air, so he was knocked away like a baseball hit by a bat.
But fortunately, the scope of the deep pit is only under the bridge. When he landed, he fell on the stone beside the bridge, and he was able to return to the other side of the bridge by climbing up the towering rock wall.
Just now, Mr. White Cat didn't say that in addition to running in the treacherous world, he should be careful of the enemy, but it is also possible that he took it for granted, so there is no need to explain it.
In short, ever since he touched the tentacle in the deep pit, Jenkins ran more carefully, for fear that someone would surprise him again from below.
Then he ran forward, and saw a small manor towering in front of him. The red light seemed to come from behind the small buildings in the manor. Jenkins was overjoyed and quickened his pace, but suddenly heard someone calling his name from the other side road.
"Jenkins~"
It was a woman's voice, and it was very similar to Hathaway's. He couldn't help but look over there, and then saw a black demon with a scythe and curved horns in the red mist, pulling Hathaway towards the low-lying cemetery on the side.
"Jenkins, save me~"
"It's all fake, the aura is wrong, don't try to fool me!"
He said viciously in his heart, turned his head and ran forward, only to find that Hathaway's voice was as real as if it was lingering in his ears. It wasn't until the next fork in the road that the sound completely disappeared.
"Damn it, is this the devil's game?"
In fact, he doesn't need to worry about his own safety, because that ticket can take him out of here at any time. But leaving the deceitful realm does not do any good to the status quo of the city. If you want to settle this matter, you still have to use legal means to pass through the deceitful realm. Once the Paradise Realm collapses, there will be no such thing as alien creatures smuggling through the Paradise Realm Gate.
Seeing that the manor standing on the hillside is getting closer, the surrounding red light is getting stronger and stronger. Compared with the intense darkness when he first set off, Jenkins can now see the distant scenery even without a monocle.
But this ominous light is not completely harmless to the human body, even he can feel that it is getting harder and harder to run. It wasn't because Jenkins hadn't been exercising lately, and although he hadn't run so hard for such a long time, he shouldn't be as weak as he is now.
The manor building stands on a small hill, and there are several small paths leading to it. When Jenkins was looking for the upward path, a man ran over from the other side, the cemetery keeper he had just met. This time it was not a hallucination, it could be judged from the aura.
"Are you that... Mister Candle? Didn't expect you to find this place too?"
He remembered Jenkins, seeing Jenkins wandering around and knowing that he was also looking for the way to the hill estate. So the two walked together, and after running a quarter of the way around the hill, they found the ladder buried in the weeds.
The scenery in the courtyard of the manor was equally terrifying as hell. Countless black ghosts wandered here, and became restless because of the arrival of Jenkins and the gravekeeper.
"You don't want to fight these things, do you? Let alone whether there is enough time, there are so many ghosts, just the two of us..."
Jenkins said embarrassingly, especially in the deceitful environment, everyone will be restricted to use an ability only once, making it even more difficult to fight.
"The terrain here is very complicated. In addition to the horizontal plane, there are also countless spaces intertwined in the vertical direction, and the terrain will change every time you cycle. It is also the first time I have found this manor. To be honest, next time I don't think I will at all Maybe with this kind of luck, I will come here again, and this should be the most complete building in the vicinity. Mr. Candle, we only have one chance, let's try it!"
After finishing speaking, the gravekeeper in black robe rushed to the building standing on the edge of the hill in the courtyard, and Jenkins took out his cane and followed him closely.
Just as they expected, when the two started running on the hill, those ghosts flew over like flies that smelled a bad smell. The gravekeeper raised his hand to support a coffin to protect the two people underneath. When the ghost hit the coffin, it made the illusory coffin more solid.
"This is our magical ability. The attacks of undead creatures will only make the defense stronger."
But the price of getting stronger and stronger defense is that the cost of maintaining its existence is getting higher and higher for the cemetery keeper. Before halfway through the road, the cemetery keeper is already sweating profusely, almost relying on Jenkins' support to go on.