The Camorra Mountains are densely covered with trees. The evening glow shines on the mountains, a mixture of red and green. A gust of wind blows, and the sea of trees ripples, the sound is like waves, coming from far away and then from near to far, and the waves cover the birds' singing.
Boom!
A series of violent explosions were heard halfway up the mountain.
Mud and dust could be seen gushing up into the sky, reaching a height of more than ten meters before falling back into the forest.
About halfway to the top of the mountain, a steep slope suddenly collapsed, as if it had been gnawed.
"What's wrong? Was there thunder?!"
"It seems to be over the mountain..."
In a village several miles away at the foot of the mountain, some villagers also heard the sound echoing in the sky and stopped to look into the distance.
A minute later, mud and stones covered the ruins.
The air was filled with the unpleasant burning smell after the explosion. The surrounding trees fell down one after another, and some were directly blown off.
Nearly seven or eight acres of ground were swept away by the explosion and collapse.
At the edge of the explosion range, several broken bodies were lying on the ground or hanging on trees. The rags with obvious burn marks were torn and mixed with blood and soil, slightly blackened.
There was total silence all around; even the bird calls that were common in the forests were gone; all the wild birds were scared away by the explosion.
Click… click… click… click!
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the mud.
Two minutes later.
“Cough cough cough… cough cough cough…”
Kaxiu knelt on the ground, his hands hanging down, his hair full of dirt. He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling.
He was not crushed to death by the collapse of the ruins, but was almost suffocated. The passage collapsed, and a large area of the ruins was completely buried by mud. He was lucky, and the corner of the wall formed a small space for hiding. Then he tried his best to dig the soil and rushed up.
In addition, Kaxiu also has to thank his body for its excellent endurance and physical strength; the six months of hard training have not been in vain.
The sky was yellowish and the ground was faintly red.
Kaxiu stood beside a big tree, looking down at the body on the ground. He squatted down and picked up a badge next to him.
This was a pure white shield-shaped emblem, with a circle of pale golden rice ear patterns on the edge and a black cross sword in the middle. The tip of the sword was inserted into the demon's head with horns.
On the back, a string of tiny letters are neatly arranged.
"Hunter?" Kaxiu lowered his head and read out these two words.
Putting the badge back in place, he half-squatted and took a look at the pistol tightly held in the corpse's hand. It was a large-caliber gun that was as black as ink. The edge was not streamlined, but very thick and angular. It was almost as long as half of the forearm.
On the right side of the gun are several silver letters in a cursive font.
"Ebony".
"This is an organization, either the Shadow or the group that planted the bomb." Kaxiu stood up with a frown. Things became confusing. This archaeological project led by the government seemed to be far more than simple and ordinary on the surface.
Kaxiu thought about Moying, Huolu Antique Company, and even Fengnan City Government, and a lot of questions filled his mind.
"Never mind, let's get out of here first." He glanced around, and a sense of horror rose in his heart. If he stayed here, his safety would not be guaranteed at all.
Kaxiu turned and left.
Half an hour later, the ground mixed with mud and rocks suddenly cracked, and a twisted human figure crawled out from it.
"Almost, just a little bit."
The human form changed rapidly, and finally became a strong adult male body. Everything was normal, except for the shadow on the ground that kept wriggling, like a living creature, which was terrifying.
The man stayed there for a while and was about to leave.
"Huh?" He stopped and looked down.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Another companion is about to appear... Praise..."
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June 4, 156th year of the Red Lebanese Federation calendar, windy, light rain.
Fengnan City, North District Cemetery, a large funeral is being held here, and a total of seven coffins are to be placed in the cemetery.
The sky was gloomy today, with gray clouds covering the entire field of vision. The sun was not visible, and it was all gray. It was as if the sky had been wiped with a dirty rag that had been used to wipe away dust.
The road to the North District Cemetery was muddy, with occasional tire tracks and a few scattered trees around the road.
In the distance is a large green cemetery with gray tombstones standing there, which are the last traces of the dead left in the world.
In the center of the cemetery, hymns were being sung in a steeple church that was neither too big nor too small. The church had gray walls and a red roof, and the drainage surface made of tiles was wet.
"clang!"
The church bells echoed far above the cemetery.
After the whole process of prayer, cross, and holy water was completed, the seven coffins were placed in their respective graves, and the relatives shed tears and comforted each other.
A moment later, white flowers were placed in front of each tombstone. The pastor, holding a scripture, bowed his head and prayed slowly.
At the edge of the seven coffins, there were only two people standing alone in front of a tombstone. One was a priest, and the other was an old man with gray hair and a cane. The atmosphere was very silent.
The old man looked at the tombstone three meters away, on which it was written.
"Kashu Carnegie."
"Born in 131, died in 156."
The priest continued to recite the scriptures in a low voice: "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come. May your sacred heart bless the earth as it is in heaven."
"Kaxiu... cough cough cough..."
The gray-haired old man coughed a few times.
In the distance, behind the church wall, a figure wearing a dark coat and a black wide-brimmed hat was looking over there.
"I was watching my own funeral..."
Kaxiu muttered to himself. He followed the hunched figure staggering on the muddy road in the distance, and unconsciously clenched his teeth. In the distance, the old man with a cane suddenly slipped to the ground. Kaxiu wanted to rush over, but he held back.
After a while, someone came to help them. They moved forward and disappeared at the end of Kaxiu's sight.
"Damn it!" He punched the wall in a vent of anger and cursed. Kaxiu wanted to show up and tell the old dean that he was not dead, and that he didn't need to be sad for himself and affect his health and mood.
But this matter is too confusing.
The strange archaeological incident, the sudden betrayal of Huolu Antiques, the fight and explosion between two unknown organizations, and the Fengnan City Government holding a funeral at the speed of light. All of this is too suspicious.
Kaxiu didn't dare to show up until everything was sorted out and everything was investigated. He was afraid that this matter would involve the old dean. Now everyone thought that he was dead, so let Kaxiu Kanechi die.
Kaxiu lowered the brim of his hat, turned around and left in silence.
From today on, my name is Levi...