"Huh~"
Seeing that the aura on the body of the undead dimmed, the anger in Jenkins' heart eased. He stretched out his foot and kicked forward again, and the plants and bones fell heavily on the ground, stirring up dust, and it was extremely fragile and cracked. All that's left is a field of green grass and yellow bones that seem to have been sucked dry.
A huge amount of spirit suddenly entered Jenkins' body in the next second, he couldn't help moaning/groaning, and at the same time had some doubts:
"Huh? What's going on? Where did this come from?"
He originally thought it was just a resurgence of the undead, and he was so angry just now that he didn't seriously observe the undead who died in his hands. Thinking about it now, the appearance and characteristics of that undead seems to be a strange thing
While thinking, a voice came from the door. Turning around, a pair of heavily armed men in black robes walked in, looking at Jenkins and the dead bones on the ground in surprise. They initially made an aggressive gesture, but the leader recognized Jenkins' face and his trademark cat.
"Mr. Williams, this... did you solve this?"
"Um?"
These men were clearly the gravekeepers of the Church of Death and the Last Day, and Jenkins recognized the iconic black robes.
"Yes."
He nodded hesitantly, which reminded him of what happened recently:
"So, this is actually... A-06-1-4408, the Curse of the Shipwrecked Remains?"
His guess was not wrong at all, half an hour later, the Sage Church team who received the news also confirmed this.
This time the team was led by a captain named Ern Swift, who was fairly familiar with Jenkins, but not as familiar as Captain Bincy.
"Oh, sage, to be honest, I thought this was another high-level undead who somehow revived. You should know what I encountered outside the city a few weeks ago."
He explained the ins and outs of the incident to the people present, hoping to explain the reasons for his reckless behavior:
"Look, I just accidentally broke the glass, and then I want to pay for it. This is really fate playing a joke on me, ha~ Who knew this thing would hide here?"
Jenkins couldn't explain his behavior clearly. He was just dizzy with rage. But if he explained it like this, even he himself would feel pale and powerless.
Because the distance between this alley and Dad's antique shop is not too far, Dad also came here after hearing the news. He checked the weeds and dead bones that were still alive on the ground, and then threw them aside, these things were completely worthless.
People from the Church of Death and the Last Days seemed to know Dad, and the grave guard at the head even showed great respect.
A group of people exchanged the information they possessed with each other, and they probably understood that what happened today should be regarded as an operation that ended before it even started. But in any case, this accident did not cause any casualties, which is really gratifying.
And the reason why this escaped skeleton appeared here, no one can know. The inspection of this simple-structured house came to an end soon, but no secret passage or other possible items were found.
The only thing that is certain is that the skeletons are definitely controlled by people to appear here. The dust in the room was very thick, but there were no footprints of the skeleton, and it was obviously flightless, so this inference was made.
"So can I understand it this way, if we ambush here, there is a certain possibility that we will encounter the mastermind behind this incident?"
Jenkins summed it up, the cat squirmed in his arms a little dissatisfied, and wanted to change its position and lie on its stomach.
"That's right, but no matter what you do next, it has nothing to do with you."
Pop re-emphasized the point, and ordered:
"Come back to church with me now. Before this, we never knew that plants could destroy this kind of monster. Now we must determine whether what just happened can be replicated, which is of considerable value."
"No, I think the A-06-1-4408 here are obviously weakened a lot, I don't feel the curse and resentment they showed on the night of the riot..."
Together with Captain Ern Swift, they bid farewell to the team of grave watchers who were still in the house, and walked back through the alley to the main road, where three carriages were waiting for the crowd. Jenkins was asked to sit in the carriage in the middle, and after he got into the carriage, the old man bent over and walked in.
"So, is it possible for the black hand behind the scenes to appear here?"
Jenkins still has that curiosity.
"It's unlikely. Have you ever seen a black hand behind the scenes who would appear in front of the church in a swaggering manner?"
When the old man answered this way, he was a little absent-minded, still twirling the withered grass in his hand.
The carriage started slowly, and the pedestrians on the street gave way immediately. Jenkins opened the curtain on the side and looked outside. Even though he was delayed for some time, it was still evening. Pedestrians in bloated clothes flow on this road like intertwined silk threads. Under the gloomy sky is a city shrouded in fog, and this city does not know how many secrets it hides.
Idlely looked outside, not really caring about what I saw. His hands are stroking the cat on his lap, which is the point now. Just promised to go out to eat together, but it looks like they have to eat at church.
The exit of the alley is not far from the intersection of the street outside, and the carriage will turn soon after it leaves. It was a typical intersection, turning left was the direction to the church, and when the carriage turned, standing by the rusty post box, waiting for the three faces crossing the intersection to appear in front of Jenkins.
The first one is an old man with a hunched waist and a cane, wearing an ugly brown scarf, and wearing an old black hat to cover his bald head, with white hair protruding from the gap in the hat;
The second one is a fat woman with an impatient face. She looks like a housewife with a vegetable basket on her shoulders, but judging from her clothes, she should not be considered poor. The scarf around her neck seems to be made of animal skin, but Jenkins didn't recognize it. out of the material;
The last one was a young man with an ordinary face, looking at the opposite side of the road a little anxiously, like a lover waiting for a date, his clothes were somewhat similar to Jenkins, all in dark tones. And Jenkins chose this kind of clothes because they are resistant to dirt and can be washed a few times less.
He didn't react at first, but after the carriage completely turned the intersection, he felt that a certain face in it had definitely been seen before.
PS: There is no prize to guess which one of the three people Jenkins saw as an acquaintance.
Tip: Only one person is an acquaintance, this is a multiple choice question.