In the carriage, Kaxiu looked outside through the translucent white gauze. The brown tree trunks moved backwards quickly, the scene became blurry, and raindrops fell from the sky through the trees.
The surroundings did not change, and it remained the same for a long time. When Kaxiu looked out the window again, the carriage was no longer in the mountains, but in a winding hilly area. The hilly area on this side was very strange, with large patches of white flowers on the left side of the road, like a white carpet.
On the right side was a dark ground, as if it had been burned by a fire. There was no sign of life, and ash rose from time to time.
Kaxiu narrowed his eyes slightly. He was clearly sitting in the carriage but he did not feel the slightest ups and downs, as if the carriage was not moving at high speed. Instead, the whole world was coming towards him.
Passing the sea of black and white flowers, Kaxiu could see the dilapidated windmill in the distance, slowly turning. The windmill was getting closer and closer, and he seemed to see a figure moving beside the windmill. The carriage approached again, and Kaxiu finally saw the situation beside the windmill clearly.
There was a well made of gray-white bricks, and people who looked like statues kept crawling out of it. They lined up like puppets, moving step by step around the cylindrical windmill house. There were protruding wooden handles on the wall of the house, and the puppets held the wooden handles and rotated around the house dully. The windmill on the top was driven by human power.
The puppets circled the house and came back to the well. Without any hesitation, they jumped down.
Not far from the windmill, a bean grinding wheel was placed on the open ground, and a skinny white sheep was pulling the millstone to turn.
"..." Kaxiu fell into a strange silence. The scene before him seemed a little weird, like a illogical dream.
Next, he saw more meaningless, bizarre and ever-changing scenes. A pure black house with white crosses the size of a palm hanging on its side. Five people in black lined up neatly, slowly opening their clothes. The fleshless white skeleton was exposed, and the internal organs were rotting and squirming inside. Half of the heart was drooping, beating.
On the empty ground, a man was wearing a black hat that looked like cow horns. He was holding a shovel and digging the soil down. A large group of black cows were rotating counterclockwise around him.
Two people who looked exactly the same were arguing in front of a big tree. As they were arguing, another person who looked exactly like them suddenly rushed out from behind the tree. Then came the fourth, fifth, and sixth person. Soon, there were more than a dozen people who looked exactly the same next to the tree. They stopped arguing and instead held hands and danced a weird and twisted dance around the tree.
Although the big tree was being drenched by the rain, its crown seemed to be burning, emitting bursts of transparent flames.
Death, religion, mysticism, mystery, soul and flesh, consciousness, decay, dull, ancient, gorgeous, crazy. These are all the adjectives that Kaxiu can think of. What he sees is an irregular dream with all kinds of elements mixed in it.
With it comes a sense of confusion that strikes the heart.
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or reality.
Kaxiu subconsciously glanced at the upper right corner, where a bronze ring logo was suspended in midair, and next to it was a long line of time progress. The scale bar was about half a year.
“This is not a dream… This is reality.”
The confusion in Kaxiu's heart disappeared, and he instantly became alert, instinctively feeling that something was wrong. Turning his head and looking around the car, Kaxiu's eyes gradually focused on the gauze. Could it be a problem with this thing? He stretched out his hand and immediately lifted it up.
Suddenly, a clear scene outside the carriage appeared in front of Kaxiu. Under the burning tree in the distance, there was still a group of people who looked exactly the same dancing around.
"It's not because of the gauze..."
Kaxiu glanced outside, only to find that the group of people who were dancing had all stopped moving. Their heads turned inch by inch, staring at him intently. Then, one of them suddenly shouted and ran over, and the others followed.
"What's going on?"
The right hand that had originally lifted the gauze was immediately put down.
In the distance, the people who were running froze in place, as if they were frozen on the ground. After a moment, they returned to the tree one after another and reenacted the scene just now.
"This damn place..."
The carriage sped forward, and suddenly stopped after about half an hour. Kaxiu stepped down from the carriage, carrying the box.
His shoes stepped on the platform surface, and he looked around with an umbrella. In front of him was a narrow road. Beyond the sparse trees planted on both sides of the road, he could see the gray wall of Black Rain Villa, and the surface of the wall was covered with green moss.
Looking up, the pointed-roofed building in the villa stood in the rain, the tiles and wall bricks were all wet, and it looked a little gloomy.
“We’re finally here.”
Kaxiu took a deep breath, then stepped onto the path and walked along the road towards Black Rain Villa.
Entering the gate, a medieval-style villa comes into view, with dome-shaped buildings, old gray-white streets, simple and heavy walls, and the never-ending rain.
He continued along the way in the direction he remembered, and encountered many guys holding umbrellas along the way. They were probably the Night Stalkers who came here to receive or submit tasks.
After walking for a while, we passed through a gray-white archway.
Kaxiu stood in front of the door of a building and knocked gently.
“Knock knock knock…”
"who?"
"dusk."
"Come in."
Then the door opened and Kashu walked in.
In the hall, brass cast iron lamp holders were hung on the walls. The oil lamps were burning with flames, emitting brightness.
In front of him was a tall and thin man, about 1.8 meters tall. He had freckles on his face and deep features. On the back of his right hand, there was a light black shield logo. Next to the logo, there was a pattern similar to a crossbow.
Both of these signs belong to Kashu who inherited Dusk's body.
The first one represents the shield-level Hellion, which is the mark planted by Black Rain Villa. The second one is artificial, representing the crossbow flow of Hellion. Black Rain Villa is a program that runs automatically, and Hellion is a different gear.
Gears naturally come in different sizes, categories, and uses.
According to the different abilities and skills chosen by the Nightmare Monsters in the Baptismal Church, they are divided into many large and small power schools.
For example, the Half-Beast Flow: by injecting the blood of wild beasts, you can gain the inhuman strength of a strengthened wild beast. When you explode, you can turn into a half-human, half-beast monster, with greatly improved abilities in all aspects.
Mercury Flow: Saw open a person's skull and add mysterious mercury of different colors to gain extraordinary power. It's a bit like telekinesis, similar to a super low-profile and shrunken version of a wizard.
Dark Flow: Connect the ability organs of dark creatures to yourself, thereby directly possessing the superpowers of dark creatures.
Crossbow School: Use bows and arrows, mechanical crossbows for long-range attack. Most of the members of this school are slender and light-footed.
There are also poison flow, trap flow, medicine flow and so on.
The one who joined before dusk was the crossbow school, and the old night monsters of the crossbow school had given him some simple training.
It is a way to increase the survival rate of members.
There weren't many people in the Crossbow School, and it was only a small or medium-sized one among many schools. But they were quite united internally, and would help new members in any way they could. They had a small base in the Black Rain Villa, which provided a resting place for the Crossbow School members.
"Dusk, have you completed your mission?"
The tall and thin man asked as he walked.
"Yes." Kasu responded.
"Well, it looks like it went pretty smoothly this time. Congratulations."
The man said what he always said every time he met a returning member. Maybe the sentence structure was a little different, but in the end it was all congratulations.
If the other party is seriously injured, then congratulations. This is a custom among the Nightmare group. After all, every time the Nightmare goes on a mission, life and death is an unknown. Maybe one day he will never come back, so the man doesn't need to congratulate the other party.
Hearing a word of congratulations means that at least you are still alive.
As long as you are alive, it deserves congratulations.
The two walked forward along the passage, one in front of the other. Occasionally, other members of the Crossbow School would come over to say hello. There were quite a few female members among them, after all, the Crossbow School needed a flexible body to assist, and the other male members were relatively slender. Basically, there was no one who was tall and strong.
Huanghun is considered to be a relatively strong type among them.
As Kaxiu walked along, he felt that the scene in the building was similar to that of the Gray Seal Martial Arts School. Some empty rooms were converted into indoor shooting ranges, and some old Evil Night Monsters were teaching new members how to use crossbows. Occasionally, there were voices and shooting sounds.
The building has a lobby, a cafeteria, and a workout room. Although the environment may be old-fashioned and simple, it has all the necessary functions.
"Your room is here. Here, the key."
The man who led the way stood in front of a door and handed the brass key to Kaxiu. Kaxiu looked up at the door.
There is a metal plate attached to it: 201.
"Thank you, Black Blade."
Kaxiu took the key and thanked him.
"By the way, you should go to the Baptismal Church to hand over the mission later, right?" Black Blade turned around and said, "Remember not to upgrade other skills, that would be a waste. It is the most cost-effective to directly upgrade our crossbow style's "Dentinda Wind Archery". "
Black Blade warned again earnestly, "Especially remember not to improve your physique, because it has a limit. It will be useless to improve it once it reaches the limit, and you will still be no match for the dark creatures. We can also improve our physique by improving the Dentinda Gale Archery, so don't waste the reward from the mission."
Don't improve your physical strength? Kaxiu frowned.
Five minutes later, he had a general understanding of the situation.
Limit, bottleneck. A term that Kaxiu was not unfamiliar with. This was the limit of the human body, the barrier from human to inhuman. From what Black Blade said, the physical fitness of the Night Monsters could only reach the limit of the human body at most, and could not break through
There is no secret martial arts in Black Rain Villa!
Kaxiu knew that if humans wanted to elevate their life essence to an inhuman level, secret martial arts were essential! Among them, the breathing method and special action potion similar to the Xiangpo Secret Art were the stepping stones to breakthrough, while drugs such as Fiery Oil were auxiliary props.
Without these humans would indeed be stuck at their limits.
Unable to climb up even a little bit.
He could understand all of this, but why was it that among such a large group of Night Evils, with so many schools, no one had ever come into contact with or learned the secret martial arts? Kaxiu briefly recalled the "Dentinda Wind Archery" and discovered that it was a skill.
If the secret martial arts is the right path, then the "Dengtingda Wind Archery" is like a side path. It does have room for improvement, and its lethality is not weak. But compared to the wind-shaped secret martial arts that Kaxiu practiced, it is not only one level lower, but also several levels lower.
He thought about it for a while and felt that the power of the Night Evils was a little distorted. He didn't know whether it was a natural development or some other reason.
"At dusk, our Crossbow School should have a small gathering in the evening. If you are interested, you can come and have a look."
Hei Ren patted Kaxiu on the shoulder, then turned and left.
Kaxiu stood there for a while to digest the information.
After a while, he pushed the door open and walked into the room. He simply put away his things and sorted them out, then picked up the box and walked out.
Pushing open the door of the Crossbow Stream's stronghold, Kaxiu held up his umbrella and walked towards the Baptismal Church. He did not deliberately walk around and look around, because Black Rain Villa was not absolutely safe.
It's okay during the day, the Night Evils can visit the baptismal church, mission hall, intelligence hall, bar and so on.
At night, everyone would generally stay in their own rooms. There would be some strange things haunting the streets of Black Rain Villa. Basically, every month, an unlucky and unbelieving Night Evil would die tragically, which would serve as a warning to others the next day.
In addition, even during the day, there are still many streets in Black Rain Villa that cannot be entered. Some of them are inaccessible, and some are best not to enter. The reason is the same as at night.
Kaxiu walked along holding an umbrella. When he passed an intersection, he suddenly felt someone on the left looking at him. He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw someone on the balcony of the second building on the left side of the street.
A white shadow was looking over from the empty window.
Looking down, there is a warning sign at the street intersection.
It was a bit old, and there were faint traces of blood on the surface. Maybe some unlucky guy was smart enough to ignore the warning and died here.
Kaxiu ignored Baiying and just went his own way.
After walking a few steps forward, there was a circular intersection in front of him. In the center of the intersection was a sculpture, which was mostly broken.
Only half of the leg was left standing on top of the cylinder.
When Kaxiu got closer, he discovered that there were several lines of poetic verses carved on the stone on the pillars under the feet of the statue.
Collapsed on the blue thorns, sobbing with red fever.
You left us...
But we the dead will wrap you in a golden robe so that you can be transformed into a gilded butterfly in the next life.
You are fire, you are clothed in flames.
The flames of pain burn the living.
The ashes of the living are love poems falling on the forehead of the dead.
…
There is more below, but it is too corroded to be seen clearly.
"Could this statue belong to the owner of the villa?"
This thought came to Kaxiu's mind, but he did not stop there to study it. Instead, he quickly walked into the church about 200 meters away on the right side of the street. The magnificent dome of the circular sanctuary, the colorful stained glass windows, and the religious murals.
Walking past the pointed arch niches and magnificent caissons, Kaxiu sat on the chair in front of the prayer table. He was the only one there.
On the back of his right hand, a shield-shaped symbol kept flashing.
The tip of the shield began to rotate, as if to guide Kaxiu. Kaxiu stood up and walked all the way to a door.
When it was opened, there was a simple secret room inside.
As I walked in, the door behind me closed automatically with a sound.
Just as Ka Xiu was about to look around, a low, hoarse voice suddenly came to his ears, without any emotion and with an echo.
"Reporter, bring your offerings."
"It can be exchanged for... the power of the secret soul!"
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