Jenkins stopped in his footsteps, turned sharply and raised his cane to pump the air in front of him. Under the action of huge force, the cane pierced through the air and made a screaming sound, and the mist broke through, revealing the female corpse in a white wedding dress hidden behind.
The corpse was covered with a veil, so that Jenkins could not see the face clearly. She stood on tiptoe as if being pulled by a rope in the air, her hands stretched forward stiffly, the black nails and rotten palms looked extremely disgusting.
This kind of undead life obviously cannot pose a threat to Jenkins, but there is still a sense of fear in his heart. This fear is completely against his reason, because he has no reason to fear.
"It's not a ritual [Aura of Fear], it's an ability [Aura of Fear], there is a gifter nearby."
Thinking of quickly swiping the cane to hit the bride's corpse in front of her, she let out a piercing scream, maintained a tiptoe posture, and slid backward into the thick mist. This scene made Jenkins feel hairy, but his doubts about this inexplicable fear made him a little angry.
A little dissatisfied, he flicked his cane in the air, turned around and wanted to continue walking, but collided with the rotting corpse close to his back.
It was the corpse of a man wearing a black formal dress, which was probably the bridegroom in the story. After the two collided, the corpse opened its arms and hugged Jenkins tightly. At the same time, the cold wind was blowing from the back of the neck. Without turning around, Jenkins knew that the bride's corpse was slipping back silently on tiptoe. .
At this moment, the inexplicable fear reached its climax, but instead of making Jenkins lose his mind, he was completely sober when he was burning with anger.
Bright green light burst out on the path of the cemetery, and along the gravel path, weeds drilled out of the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. At that moment, even the weird mist surrounding the cemetery dissipated, but in a blink of an eye, the mist surged up again, even thicker than before.
"This fog... seems to be caused by extraordinary ability."
Jenkins thought to himself, then looked down at the two grass-covered corpses. The influx of life spirits dispelled the necromantic spells that had held them, and they could now rest in a long sleep.
He didn't continue to walk into the depths of the cemetery, but looked into the depths of the white fog in front of him. A few seconds later, a hoarse man's voice came from that direction, and that voice was obviously the bestower of the revived undead:
"I don't intend to embarrass you, and please don't spoil my affairs. Please exit here now, and I can pretend that nothing happened."
"Do you think I really just passed by when I came to the cemetery so late?"
In a sense, Jenkins is indeed passing by.
"The Swann family hired you? No, I can't let you take these two corpses away. This is the most suitable corpse material I found with great difficulty."
As he said that, a so-so voice came from the direction of the talking figure, and after a while, a skeleton holding an old-fashioned musket came into Jenkins' sight.
The matchlock gun in its hand can definitely be classified as an antique. The firearms that appeared in the early development of this kind of firearms were completely eliminated hundreds of years ago.
"Even if you look down on me, you don't need to use this weapon..."
After the gunshots rang out, the guns exploded as expected. Jenkins stood still, throwing the Holy Bone Sword with a violent throw of his right hand. It flew into the dense fog with a whiff, and when Jenkins came to the point where the sword fell, wearing a monocle that could help him see through the dense fog, the gifter who manipulated the undead fell in the heart of the sword and fell in front of the tombstone, already broken gas.
"He certainly didn't expect such a remote town to have a gifter like me passing by... This is a dream, and he almost forgot about it."
Although it is a dream, but this dream is a bit too real. After searching the benefactor's belongings, Jenkins followed the footprints to the grave where he was hiding, and found another matchlock gun and some bullets inside.
Those bullets were wrapped in newspaper and neatly stacked in a box in the corner of the tomb. Jenkins didn't care about the bullets, but flattened the newspaper to check it, and then found that it was a small town newspaper in the autumn of 1508 in the general calendar. Except for the first page of Hampawo royal family news, the rest of the content was boring. news.
"If this is a dream, it's a bit too real, and the details are really rich."
He turned around and looked around, his eyes skipped over the cabinet containing the medicine bottles for human organ slices, and caught the glittering golden thing under the pillow of the low bed on the other side.
Walking over to pick up the book-sized thing that resembled gold leaf, the gold color faded away immediately. It was three or four handwritten pages taken out of a thread-bound book. Above is a short story, the name of the story is "Ghouls in the Graveyard".
The header of each page bears the same small lettering written in black ink, which is reasonably believed to be the title of the book:
"Secrets of Black Town".
The moment Jenkins read the title of the book, he sat up from the bed of the church, and the old book that was spread on his chest fell to the ground. There was no carpet in the humble room, and the corner of the book made a loud noise when it hit the ground. Chocolate was woken up immediately, and yelled at Jenkins in dissatisfaction.
Jenkins took a deep breath and looked at the pages in his hand. It is absolutely impossible that someone stuffed it into his hands while he was asleep. Even if he passed out, it is absolutely impossible for Chocolate not to notice the arrival of strangers.
"Interesting, dream..."
He muttered softly and got out of bed, put the reluctant cat on his shoulders, and walked into the hallway in his pajamas. It's only 9 o'clock now, and there are still many people active in the church. Jenkins met the old bishop who was praying in the main hall, so he sat quietly on the bench beside him.
"Nowadays there are not many patient young people like you."
Ten minutes later, the old bishop said after praying, and then asked:
"What's matter?"
"May I ask, around 1508, did a gifter who illegally manipulate the undead appear in the nearby cemetery?"
He asked straight to the point.
"1508? I suppose?"
The old bishop pondered for a while, then nodded:
"Did you see the story in "Black Town Secret Records"? Most of the above stories are true, and they are the versions circulated by the church to cover up some traces of extraordinary existence. A few months ago Recorded by a good writer, adapted and written... I read that book, Ghouls in the Graveyard did happen when a no-show local granter killed the necromancer Or, no one knows who he is, and he didn't take any loot, it seems that he came here only to kill the guy who broke into the cemetery... "