After entering the hospital area, the familiar feeling of being peeped immediately came to my mind. The fog surrounding the hospital was thicker than the outside world, making visibility extremely low. From the first time Jenkins came here, he insisted that there must be something terrible in the fog. It might be Mr. Corpse's captive pet, or it might be a strange person who was "neighborly" with Mr. Corpse. But whatever it was, he still didn't know.
When I stepped down the steps to the morgue, there were already many participants inside. Jenkins and the professor stood against the wall as usual, and the party didn't start until half an hour later.
Jenkins doesn't know how many people came to the January party, but at least there were quite a few last year. There were exactly ten participants this time, and everyone who realized this was a little uneasy.
"Welcome... It seems that everyone has something to do this time."
Mr. Corpse sitting up from the mortuary cabinet is still the same, except for the more worn-out hospital gown that remains on his body, his image has not changed at all in the past six months.
It's just that with his appearance, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, which had never happened before.
"You should all have heard about the skull sword, it's really interesting."
Seeing that no one was talking, he was talking on his own, turning his head stiffly, looking at the people who appeared here.
He guessed the reason why these people behave unnaturally, "corpse" and "dead soul" are always connected.
"Although I act like an undead creature,... I have nothing to do with that."
Jenkins was quite sure of this, the strange feeling brought to him by the skull sword was less than one-tenth that of Mr. Corpse. But other people didn't think so, so on the second night after the sword leaked, the bestowers in the city began to avoid all situations where they might come into contact with the undead in a planned way.
"But no matter what, our party will continue."
Mr. Corpse concluded, and motioned to the silent people to say something.
"Sir, generous sir. Can you advise us on that sword?"
The fat man closest to the door took a step forward and asked while bowing. His voice was unnatural, which was obviously a false voice.
"Avoid the graveyard."
Mr. Corpse gave the answer without hesitation. The inquirer didn't dare to ask more detailed questions, so he thanked him again and returned.
Since there were so few participants this time, the party didn't last as long as it used to. Jenkins still wanted to acquire Millennium Mu Xin, but luck still did not favor him. On the contrary, the professor exchanged a bottle of Sterak rhino horn powder from a hoarse woman for an ancient book without a cover. He should be very happy.
Jenkins now has a lot of cash in his hands, and the 8,000 pounds he obtained by cheating last time has not been spent yet. But the various crises faced by Nolan City made special items and precious materials priceless. In the end, he didn't find what he wanted. He just bought possible news about the thousand-year-old Mu Xin from a stranger with 30 pounds.
Frustrated, he left the abandoned hospital and walked towards the city along the small road in the farmland. Chocolate finally found a chance to get out of his collar.
It was probably bored, and it was rare that it didn't ask for shoulders, but walked behind Jenkins' feet. Moonlight fell on the two of them in the field, and the chocolate was right in Jenkins' shadow.
"I don't think the chances are great this time. Millennium wooden hearts have always been very rare. Maybe cities in the south will have clues. Nolan is not a city with many trees after all."
"I do have a friend in the south, the city of Turin in the Kingdom of Cheslan... I seem to have mentioned this when I wrote last time, but I don't know if he can find it."
Jenkins was referring to Mr. Black Cat, and the two are currently communicating at a rate of two letters a month. Although there is nothing important to say every time I write a letter, it is also good to learn about some exotic customs.
The more he stayed away from the abandoned hospital, the more Jenkins felt that he was in a much better mood. But as the two of them approached the outskirts of the city step by step from the suburbs, the sudden smoke appeared out of nowhere, and the smell in the fog made Jenkins cough uncontrollably.
"The fog really seems to be surrounding the city."
Jenkins covered his mouth and said, "The fog was still very thin three hundred feet away, but now it's almost invisible."
"This shows that we have entered the confines of the city. As I said last time, Mr. Corpse reminded us not to get close to the fog in the suburbs. I think, if the church hadn't been dragged by the undead recently, it must have begun to investigate these obvious Unusual fog."
Jenkins then had nothing to do that required him to be outside and had planned to go home. But the professor wanted to visit a friend, and after trying to invite Jenkins, Jenkins also felt that going back to read a book was a bit boring, and the place where the professor was going was on the way home, so he readily said that he could go together.
It was a small cemetery shrouded in night fog. When Jenkins and Professor Burns walked out of the alley, the crow standing on the central building of the cemetery happened to spread its wings and make a quacking sound.
The sound echoed in the night sky, disturbing Chocolate.
"There are crows in this season. It seems that spring is really coming."
This is a relatively high-end cemetery, which can be seen from the black metal fence around the cemetery. The fence gate is tall, and there are even statues of cherubs carved in stone on both sides, which is unimaginable in a public cemetery.
Although the fence gate is locked, you can see that the road inside is paved with neat stone slabs, and there are tombstones of different shapes in the distance. The cemetery is neatly planned, so it looks very orderly.
And when the two of them and the cat approached the fence gate, the building with the steeple-shaped roof lit up.
In fact, it seemed to be a tower, and Jenkins confirmed it even more when the old man with the oil lamp opened the door for the two of them.
"Hey Burns, you're on time."
"Long time no see, White! Oh, this is my friend William, who is a scribe of the Church of the Sages like me."
The old man in front of him was the gravekeeper of [Church of Death and the End of the World], but the level of the giver was not high, so he was transferred to guard the small cemetery near the urban area. He lived in the three-story tower in the center of the cemetery, but that building looked a bit dilapidated, like the tower where wizards lived in ancient stories.