Chapter 25 Undead

The cemetery is covered with dark clouds and foggy. The moonlight cannot penetrate the barrier, and even the burning torch can only shine five steps away. They poured down the potion and approached the iron gate on foot.

The darkness without light itself is a huge shadow, and there are darker corners in the shadow. Even if there is a pair of cat eyes, you can't see what is hidden there. The nun hid in the shadow, Li Ou thought, like a scorpion hiding under the masonry.

The sword has come out of its sheath, and the magic light flashes on the Wallaster steel sword. Abundant magic is enough to annihilate ghosts and repel nightmares. However, their hearts were still uneasy, their palms were covered with cold sweat, their breathing was rapid and heavy, and their footsteps were stiff and dull. After a while, I felt sore and numb, and I was as tired as a patient. He clenched the hilt, but the sweat made the hilt slippery and difficult to hold, and almost fell to the ground.

We must have broken heads. He said to himself, otherwise how could two people come like this? We should come again during the day... No, it should be the most sunny noon; not now, in this stupid time of darkness.

The surroundings were silent, only the rustling wind. Suddenly, the knight's hoarse voice sounded beside Li Ou, as if the ghost suddenly burst out. He almost waved his sword and cut straight at the knight. Although I have wandered here for several nights. His voice seemed to tremble a little, "but it's not as good as tonight... It scares me. Hey, Leo, talk to me. Damn, I'm a knight. What am I afraid of?"

"Even gods can't get rid of the shackles of fear, let alone ordinary mortals." Leo handed his trembling hand to him, "Look, I'm also afraid. I'm about to stand unsteady."

The knight tried to hold his right hand tightly with his left hand, but the tip of the sword still shook. Fuck it!" He cursed and shook his left hand. "Let's go faster. I'd rather have a fight with the ghost than move forward slowly, like a death row prisoner waiting to be hanged! I'd rather get out of all the demons and monsters, at least some other voices.

As if responding to the knight's prayer, there was a sharp cry behind the short and fat wall and iron gate nearby. There are both the roar of the ghoul, the whispers of ghosts, and some indistinguishable sounds.

"Look, your prayer has come true." Li Ou couldn't help smiling, "It seems that even the dead god is protecting us."

They climbed up the slope and found that in the haze, Mike Jeriti's hut was like a gloomy coffin in the dark, and the breath of the immortal resurrected gushed out from it, no less than the crazy waves.

"Are you ready?" The knight's tone was low.

However, his eyes became firm and his hands no longer trembled. This is a good phenomenon. Fear before the war is human life, and only when the blood boils during the battle can it be regarded as a real warrior. Li Ou is at ease. It's a big deal to escape. I carry a lot of things with me. He took a deep breath of corruption and said briskly, "Don't people often say that the pockets of alchemists are more omnipotent than thieves' toolkits?"

"Fortunately, your companion is me. If it is 'Flame White Rose', he will kill you first."

"Then you and I are really lucky, and he is lucky enough."

"What do you say?"

They walked side by side and walked at the same pace. I'm glad that the ideal in those years was not to be a knight; and it's a miracle that you are not dead now; as for your deputy leader--" he snorted, "He will not retreat. Either you are lucky or you only choose to fight to the death. What do you think he is?

The knight didn't think about it, "the latter one."

"Look, no wonder there is a sentence circulating in the neighborhood..."

"What are you talking about?"

"The Knights have now become a robber's nest, craftsmen and merchants... But I'm lucky that you are not the one I met."

The cabin is right in front of you. They said something out of tune, dispelled their fears, and cut open the door with a sword.

The room was as dirty and dilapidated as the day before, and the messy debris formed a maze, but their memory still existed, so they soon found the right route and bowed over the low passage. The knight instinctively hid in the corner and walked quietly in the shadow, but Leo swaggered and didn't care about the dark eyes at all.

"What are you doing?" The knight roared at him.

"Straighten your body and come out of the shadows. It's just a waste of effort to deal with him. Li Ou smiled helplessly, "Only the dead can hide it from the dead. But we are all alive."

The board that blocked the basement was open, and the knight was going to jump down. Li Ou stopped him, "Don't go down." He said, "If we go down, we will be slaughtered, and even if we call the alien demons, there is no place to escape."

"Then let's wait for the rabbit like this?" The knight kicked the skull into it and splashed a string of water. He is dead. He doesn't have to sleep or eat or drink. Even if you use your hand as a shovel, you can dig a tunnel. And what about us? It's God's blessing to persist for three days, but do we still have the strength to stand up at that time?

"Let him come up. I have what he wants." Leo said confidently. Then he read out the messy Juni alphabet.

The dark ground came through Geriti's roar. Damn it! You took it!"

His voice is as gloomy as a snake, and Leo is still provocative. Come on, I'll return it to you."

"Wait, I'll see what tricks you can do."

They heard the sound of water. Before long, a crumbling body climbed up. They held their swords and retreated a few steps vigilantly, watching Jeriti's body stumble and stand up, unnaturally pulling the corners of their mouths, showing a creepy and terrible smile.

"So it's you... If I remember correctly, we have each had a relationship."

"That's definitely not a good meeting, just like now." Leo said. The body in front of him was wearing a cloak stolen from the priest of the dead, revealing a horrible opening, but the stomach was empty.

Jeri touched the knife on his stomach stiffly, but his joints seemed to be frozen and difficult to bend. Those guys are stuffed with spices in my body. Am I like a roast suckling pig? He gave up his futile struggle, "But it doesn't matter. I can sew it with a needle soon, or give up this flesh and leave only the skeleton?"

Cremation is a better choice. The appearance of the skeleton is the same.

"That's true." Mike Geriti's burning blue flames looked at him, "Okay, give me the things."

"Of course." Leo said. How can such an important thing not leave a copy?" But you have to answer us a question.

"Ask. But I have nothing to say about the immortality.

Liou shook his head, "I don't want to die yet, let alone alive after death." He said in disgust, "I want to know who killed you?"

"Who else can there be besides those stinky women who take off their clothes and pray to the shadows?" The body said angrily, "It is an unforgivable sin to play with a dagger instead of having a child to cook. Fortunately, my research was successful.

"Why did they kill you?"

"Your question is like asking them why they worship shadows." He grinned and his teeth collided with each other, "But I can guess who it is."

"Who is it?"

"Alan Hurt." The "clown" who took away the gold bottle and disappeared. But thanks to him, I can come back to life.

"Why did the 'clown' kill you?"

"Joker'? This name is really appropriate. But I don't want to answer at all." Jerry said, "You said you asked a question, and I answered three."

"It doesn't matter if there is one more."

"I said enough is enough! Give me something!" He took a step forward, but the resurrover still failed to completely transform his body, like a toddler. He stretched out his hand to them, "Give it back to the original owner and give it to me!"

Leo took out a piece of paper from his arms and said, "You have found the key to the truth. What are you going to do next?"

"I don't want to tell you."

He stretched out his hand, and Li Ou shook, and his stiff fingers could not grasp the piece of paper. The paper fell to the ground like leaves, and he had to bend down. The knight saw the opportunity, and the sword between the lightning and flint accurately hit his neck, but only heard a dull sound of gold and iron attack. Fire burst out in the darkness, and the knight's sword was bounced high.

Jerry straightened up slowly, and the flame in his eyes was full of jokes. He said like a winner, "I know you must have bad intentions. But I am immortal. Whether it is magic or sword, it is invalid for me.

"Real?" Li Ou kicked him out fiercely and kicked him to the ground. "So how about the flame?

He threw out the blazing glue and everything that could burn. The fire tongue danced happily and rolled up layers of heat waves. The bright yellow, orange and white flames were like a greedy monster, jumping up from the ground in an instant and igniting everything in the room.

"Run!" He shouted at the knight.

The beam fell piece by piece, drowning Jerry Ti's curse.

They ran wildly and rushed out of the hut. Looking back, the wooden house burned brightly and the fire rose to the sky. For the first time, there was no dark air above the cemetery, revealing a little dark blue night sky that was insignificant under the firelight.

"Is he dead?" The knight asked.

Li Ou shook his head, "Don't ask me, I don't know." He said.