The pale face turned to the man in black who was asking the question, and he took a step back subconsciously.
"Don't worry, they will find out sooner or later."
After a pause, he turned his head and said to the person standing farthest, "You, don't come here again next time."
After he finished speaking, he lay back in the mortuary cabinet without any explanation. The cabinet was slowly closed, and the party was over.
Everyone left here in order of distance from the door.
Jenkins followed Professor Burns, climbed over the low wall the same way, and left the abandoned building.
"Hoo~"
He let out a long breath, and walked all the way to the small road where the hospital was completely invisible, and the feeling of depression in his heart disappeared.
"how do you feel?"
asked the professor.
"That Mr. Corpse is very strong."
Jenkins sighed.
"I don't know about this." He had a confused expression on his face, "But Mr. Corpse is really powerful, has a good reputation, and will take the initiative to warn us of danger. I only found out about selling flowers a few weeks ago at the church. The woman's matter has something to do with the spooky thing, and in those days when the incident happened, Mr. Corpse once reminded us to stay away from the downtown area as much as possible."
"Oh, he is also a member of the church, or do you have other sources?"
Jenkins thought silently.
"What do you think about the haunted incident? I don't quite understand Mr. Corpse's last words."
"That sentence should make sense."
The professor seemed to trust the strange strong man, "Since he said that there is no need to worry, it means that this matter is not very dangerous to us. I have seen evil spirits in school. They are indeed weak, but they are easy to deal with. Scary."
It is very weak against the gifter. For ordinary people, spirit creatures with physical damage reduction are still very deadly.
Because of the abandonment of the hospital, there were no people around here. The two hurried through a large area of woods, only to see the dots of fire in the city in the distance.
"Professor, how do I know about the next meeting?"
"The post office can order newspapers and periodicals. If you have time, you can order a niche publication called "Prospects of Tropical Disease Medicine", publication number: KUES-1860-2314. This publication will have an issue every week. If the number of pages of the publication is An even number means there will be a party this week."
He explained the method of extracting the meeting time from the content of the newspaper, and Jenkins took it down seriously. But he still has questions:
"Is it there every party? Is Mr. Corpse lying there every day?"
"The meeting place is indeed there, but I don't know about Mr. Corpse. I don't think anyone would dare to go there during non-party time?"
Jenkins nodded, level 8 is already considered very strong, maybe that gentleman, a really skilled man with the courage to set up his base there.
If you take a carriage at this time, it is easy to attract the attention of the driver. The two approach the city along the path. Jenkins feels that the journey is boring, so it is better to talk about other things.
"Professor, what do you think about those non-human races that have appeared in myths or stories?"
he asked.
"oh?"
Professor Burns was a little surprised and wanted to look at Jenkins: "Young man, this question is very remarkable. Have you noticed the huge gaps in history? Especially the so-called end-of-epoch gap."
Without waiting for Jenkins to explain, he hurriedly said: "These materials are very rare, and there is nothing mentioned in the documents that can be displayed publicly. But the description of certain things is very different from our common sense, and even blasphemy. "
He stopped panting, and said in a low voice: "You have heard of the demons who made a lot of noise last time during the rainstorm. How about this? Let me tell you a little story about demons. But this story is very profane, very Blasphemy…”
"Please tell me."
Jenkins also stopped and said in a low voice.
"The beginning of the story probably dates from a certain era long ago. During the famine years, the nobles monopolized the grain and grass. Even if they let the millet rot in the warehouse, they were unwilling to distribute it to the poor peasants who had no food. Tragic era.
There was a brave little boy, in order to save his younger brother and sister who were about to starve to death, he crossed plains, forests, and seas, and finally found the most powerful demon at the end of the world [Magma Hell], and fought with him He signed the contract. "
"I've heard the story, but not so many details."
"Yes, young man, but it's different after that."
His voice was extremely low, and his eyes were full of anxiety.
"The devil said: Son, why did you come to me.
The boy said: Sir, I want my brother and sister to live better.
The devil said: child, then sign the contract, your soul belongs to me, and I will fulfill your wish.
The boy said: Sir, take my soul without any contract, please save my poor family.
The devil said: Children, this is not my idea, but the gods in the sky have already regarded you as lambs. As soon as you die, your souls will be taken away and made into minced meat for your own use, so we have to sign a contract to make a deal. "
The professor stopped, folded his hands on his chest and prayed to the sage for a while.
"My God, these evil stories are probably the ancient lunatics, or the ravings of the cultists, William...Jenkins, I told it today if you were curious, but don't believe it."
"What about the end of the story?"
Jenkins pretended to pray, but was still curious about it.
"Sage, why did you give this young man such a strong thirst for knowledge. Well, well, at the end, the devil signed a contract with the boy, and the boy lived a happy life with his younger brothers and sisters. After he died without any illness, his soul was kept demons take it away.”
After he finished speaking, his lips trembled: "Profanity, real blasphemy, not only slandering the gods, but also boasting of the devil..."
Until the two parted, the professor was still condemned by his own heart. This is probably the so-called true believer...
Jenkins felt a little bit of self-condemnation for asking the question that might have given him a sleepless night.
It was almost eleven o'clock when we got back home on Privet Drive, and Mary Williams still didn't sleep, but was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater.
She yawned, told Jenkins that there was some warm food left in the kitchen, and went back to her room.
The next day was still cloudy, and Jenkins woke up reminding himself that it was the weekend to meet the Huntress, and the newspaper showed that Mr. Hood's party was next Wednesday.
PS: It wasn't until the afternoon that I realized that I had posted today's second update at the wrong time, so I updated two chapters at noon... Forget it, let's make the third update today, thank you for your support, and ask for a recommendation ticket by the way.
Another: Thank you for your rewards, but for the sake of reading experience, I will not thank you at the end of the article from now on, I hope you understand.