Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

What is the situation now? I was completely stunned by this scene. Isn't the cellar Regia's home turf? Why does the old demon hide behind him and tremble? When I looked to the other side of the cabinet, it was the real Krys and the widow, who I couldn't take their eyes off and felt unnatural, and opened their mouths as if to ask something.

In the blink of an eye, the cold air behind him disappeared. I crawled up to the two of them with my hands and feet, pointing to the corner. After checking each other, they said they didn't see anything, and I was the only one there.

Suddenly, the wooden table in the distance took on a new change, and the footsteps of the door opening seemed to return to the cellar, and were busy there. In the middle of the stairs, the emaciated figure dressed in black also stopped at the same time, hiding behind the discarded newspapers like a hill. What kind of birdman is this? I was visibly emboldened by the extra helpers around me, so I stooped and crawled under Krys's long legs to the other side of the shelf. According to the development of the script in the Nightmare, it will not be long before the invisible old man will be assassinated, so who is the murderer?

In addition, what is even more unbearable is that I knew that the old man would die, and I was within ten steps, but I had to watch. Noticing that my fists were loosening and clenching, Krys grabbed my trouser leg and asked me to ventilate with her whatever I wanted to do.

"What has happened cannot be changed, we are overdrawing history, and perhaps there is precious kindness precipitated in the depths of your heart. Krys winked and said, "You rush out and yell now, maybe he can avoid death for a while, but soon another accident will come." If you don't think you can get past your conscience, go ahead and give it a try. "

"Eh, is that okay?" I was stunned, thinking that she would do her best to stop it, and even disgust me a few words. However, instead of doing so, Krys encouraged him, wondering what was being sold in the gourd. Instead, I was at a loss, and after a moment of hesitation, I asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will reveal everyone's location?"

"What does it matter? In the end, we have to fight each other in the end, and I don't care if it's one step earlier or one step slower. We concealed our bodies in order to defend the enemy, but the angle was too poor, and our vision was all blocked by debris. She snickered secretly, put on a nonchalant look, and sneered: "Go, go, don't say things like farts, are you a man?" "

"You're the other Miss Lukugu, so whether or not there is a shelter doesn't prevent you from seeing the fire. The widow scratched her head and asked, "We have been relying on you when we were in the thunder urn, why can't you go through the hard work and push him out?"

"Because of the limitations of the flesh, for the sake of time and space, Blah~Blah, there are many, many more. Krys responded lightly, saying: "Some men are teenagers all their lives, and teenagers are synonymous with stupid forks, in other words, men are stupid forks all their lives, and you can't pull back this stubborn donkey." It's better to be sparse than to block like that, and let him go freely, otherwise he will hate you, that's how I educate my children. "

"No, I didn't mean that, just now the sheep was hiding behind me. Just as I was about to defend myself, I suddenly heard a bang nearby, and the strange singing of the yin and yang baritone came to an abrupt end, and when I looked back, the wooden table had been overturned and fell to the ground, and the various knife blades in the cloth bag were scattered all over the ground. Drops of blood began to drip along the way, stretching towards the floor.

Not only me, but the two women were also taken aback, and no one knew what was going on. In the depths of the blurred shelves, there was a hysterical scream in the distance, and a vague gray figure struck us sideways with lightning speed, and pounced on the blood-stained floor. Krys frowned, realizing that there was no point in continuing to hide, and beckoned us to chase after us. When he arrived at the same location, countless palm prints appeared in the pool of blood, and the cry soon sounded, and began to climb the stairs like a gust of wind.

"This!" the widow had already shaken off the four scythes and was ready to fight, but as a result, whether it was tangible or intangible, she didn't take us seriously, and acted out an inexplicable one-man show on her own. They and I quickly looked around the cellar to make sense of the mess. As a result, I looked up at the corner landing of the staircase, but I saw a man in an khaki jeans shirt, staring at me with a blank face, holding a meat knife in his hand, and two sleeves were soaked in blood.

"That thief is Ingram!" I couldn't help but cry out at the sight of this familiar face.

I raised my hand and pulled the trigger, and I heard the crisp sound of a jam in my ears, and the bolt hung high. I remembered that the special bomb had been discarded in front of the lawn at Krys's request. At the time, I was angry with her, and I didn't do it completely, and I still left some of it. I took out the magazine from my trouser pocket, filled it with salt bullets, and when I tried to take aim again, the ghostly flat-headed man was no longer standing still, but appeared in the side corner of the porch. He still wore that dull expression, but his body turned sideways strangely, as if he was hanging by a rope.

I didn't care what kind of acrobatics he was playing, it was a shot at this person, only to see the rough salt of the Dead Sea rise like a white mist, and when the dust fell, this guy didn't do anything, only left a red mark on his eyebrows. Seeing that I couldn't help him, Ingram grinned, as if trying to taunt me. When the corners of the mouth were hooked and the two rows of teeth were opened, the thick blood stain dripped down like syrup! As soon as the blood beads hit the floor, they immediately turned into a turbulent ocean and poured down from above! How could we have expected this, and without the slightest defense, we were immediately swept away by this torrent, and splashed under the wall with a slippery and sticky filth.

The widow who was standing in the most remote position screamed badly, and before the pus and blood pounced on her, she had already jumped into the air and shot a flying sickle upward. She flipped a few somersaults in mid-air and jumped on the handrail to stabilize herself. The expressionless man glanced at her and shrank his head back into the hallway, and Luna refused to let it go, standing on tiptoe and running briskly. Fearing that she would be reckless, I dragged Krys by the wrist and began to sprint, and so we chased Ingram up to the bottom floor of the broken house.

At first glance, this room is very ordinary, but at both ends of the corridor, there are stacks of newspapers and publications, which is unusual. I've only met it when I was working in Kentucky, and it was the tenant next door to the rented house at the time. This man is a half-crazy old woman who likes to go around digging up garbage, piling it up in the house without even a place to put her feet. Although this person is weird, the collection of things is all-encompassing and untargeted. Ingram's half-cut body is always kept within five meters, we are fast and he is fast, we are slow and he is slow, like a bone in front of a dog's head, causing you to chase wildly, full of provocation. This guy stares at a pair of strange eyes that can't blink, like a clay carved wood sculpture, but his body is extremely flexible, which makes me feel like a prop on his upper body, and behind him is a spirit snake body.

In this way, Ingram lured in front like a tour guide, and walked around this small dilapidated house. I've lived on similar ground floors, which are generally very basic, with porches, living rooms, single toilets, and backyard kitchens, but they don't often have doorways like this, they seem to have a purpose. Along the way, he was not only chopped by flying sickles, but also attacked by my salt bombs and aerosol bombs in turn, and he was always like hitting cotton but not broken. Krys and I noticed something different, every time we tried to drink high, we would be interrupted by the widow, who always told us to speed up, shouting that the previous blow almost chopped off the flat-headed man's head, and the angle should be more accurate, and we would catch him next time.

Seeing that the stubborn widow was unable to communicate, I grabbed Krys and pointed to the wide door to part. Since this is a reciprocating corridor, why bother crowding all in a pile, the front and back congestion can intercept him halfway. She always bit her lower lip, neither nodding nor vetoing, fearing that her power would be divided and she would lose her advantage. And so we continued to run two more times in silence.

If we continue like this, we will eventually run out of strength and be dragged to death by him, and even if it is a ghost, I can feel the flowers in front of me, so I don't care anymore, and rush forward to twist Luna. However, turning the corner, I slammed my head into something soft, and when I stopped my steps, I fixed my eyes to see that it was the widow. She stood in the middle of the mosaic-paved hallway, her eyes fixed on the opening of the door in front of her.

Ingram's upper body, like a flattened eggplant, lies flat on the ground, and the other half of her body is hidden in the hut. Two fists away from him was a severed middle finger, which Luna had done. She dragged me who was about to come forward, saying that just after she swung hard, this guy fell to the ground like a leaky ball and didn't move. She didn't know what was still hidden on the back of the door, but the demonic aura that penetrated deep could be felt even by the most sluggish people, and it was extremely dangerous to rush forward in short.

Soon, I was knocked out by another panting man, an angry Krys, and when I helped her to stand up and look at the door, all I could do was mottled blood on the stone bricks, and the flat-headed man was gone. I rolled over to me as a lazy cat, looked over, and saw two neat blood marks, dragged to the blood-red bath blanket, and this guy disappeared into the secret room like foam for no reason!

"Eh, this is strange!" I was secretly surprised, thinking to myself, could it be that this person had collapsed in the bathtub? As soon as I beckoned the two of them to come forward, the smoky gray door panel was slammed slammed shut, and I almost smashed my nose flat. I kicked with my foot in anger, and I couldn't open it like steel poured iron, so I had to retreat and pick up half of my fingers and stuff them into my pocket. Soon he saw the boning knife thrown aside, reached out and shook it at Krys, and asked, "I've seen this knife in my own nightmare, maybe it's a murder weapon, I remember you mentioned it just now." "

"Yes, but we can't be sure, this corridor is uncomfortable, you put it away first. As she spoke, she began to walk towards me, and suddenly her eyes widened, and I looked behind me, and there was still a half-drawn broken window with the curtain closed, and nothing had changed. When she turned her face, she saw that the bottom of Krys's stinky, dirty linen skirt was flushed, and she collapsed with her lower abdomen in her arms.

"Hey, what's going on!" I panicked and shouted at the hostess, "Tell me!"

"I'm looking in the same direction as you, I haven't paid attention to her at all, it's all too fast. The hostess shook her head, and then thought of something, and hung down the four scythes that were wrapped around her hand and spread them out on the floor tiles, each pointing upwards in one direction. Then he pouted at Krys Nunu and said, "Can you still get up?" "

I answered, and stepped forward to hold Krys' armpit and put it on my shoulder. She lifted her hemp skirt to look at the wound, a smooth, smooth wound that had been pierced and pulled away with such speed that not a drop of blood had dripped from it. But the situation is not good after the person remains upright, first a few drops oozed like sweat, then a trickle, and after a few seconds, he dyed half of his body red!

I only heard the sharp sound next to my ears, and the flying sickle hanging on the ground seemed to become a living snake, and suddenly opened and pounced in all directions, stabbing the broken walls at both ends. I didn't know what the widow was fighting against, and when I saw the tip of the blade coming from the surface, I hurriedly pushed myself out with my heels on the ground, holding Krys. As soon as my body touched the floor tiles, I felt like my calf had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and when I looked down, it was the same wound, which was already dripping with blood! I didn't care about the pain, and released the gun aimlessly around, and the rough salt grains fell like raindrops, just rubbing a little of my skin, burning like gasoline!

The widow cursed loudly, saying that even if I didn't worry about ammunition, I should have a target, and now there was a lot of white smoke in all directions, let alone looking for targets, and even the positions of each other became hazy. I was also dodging the trembling grains of salt on the ground, and I felt pain in my waist and eyes under the move, and the boning knife got out of it at some point, and pierced it in the back of my waist, and now I couldn't move.

Seeing that the two of them had fallen in the blink of an eye, the widow hurriedly took a turn and danced quickly, intending to scoop up the two of us and crash through the window to avoid the enemy's edge. After only a few steps forward, her neck was crooked, her whole head collapsed on her shoulder, her thick nerves were pierced, and a black blood splattered out, instantly staining the surroundings with a lot of color! Luna couldn't bear the blow, and the whole person collapsed weakly, and just as she fell on her back, she suddenly showed a fierce light, and four flying sickles pierced the solid wood chests of drawers on both sides like arrows, cutting the drawers into wooden wires and shattering them! The black hinges bound a mass of asphalt-like greasy things, and pulled to the ground with her detached wrist strength!

"Release the flame, the half-demon can carry a round!" she grabbed the thing by the head, smashing it into a deep pit between the masonry.

When Krys heard this, he pushed me away and straightened myself, and with a gesture, he jumped over the widow with his head in his hand and fled quickly! Perhaps in the midst of my rage, I felt my body burn like coals, my body visibly darkened, my arms black and hard, and barbs like fangs.

I could only hear the sound of rats in my ears, and the black hinges could certainly suppress the mass, but it was smoother than soap, and it suddenly came out and whistled forward! My consciousness was far ahead of my reaction, and my hands pierced into my chest uncontrollably, tearing myself in half. What is this doing? To be honest, I can't even comprehend it, but my body does all the work. Then, I saw the wonder in Luna's eyes, and when I tried to figure out what was going on, it felt like a whole wall was rushing out of my body, and in the blood light, I saw that this thing had been split through most of its body, and it rolled out eight feet away like a wheel.

I forgot the pain in my limbs from the lore that I had never experienced, and I fixed my eyes to see that it was a fluttering Wimpal turban, and a face full of fangs and white teeth, like a cotton blanket covering this thing, it was a bloody nun! The old demon who had been entrenched in the crow monastery for two hundred years and endangered the world, it had always been in my body! At first, the torn body was just a virtual image, but in fact, there was a breath that forced it out! However, when the bloody nun was wrapped in oil and turned out, it was dead, and it pressed the other party stiffly, not moving at all.

The thing that was struggling underneath first roared frantically, and then its voice lowered, and it whimpered a few times, and it sobbed like an aggrieved little girl. For a while, this kind of ghost crying wolf howl pierced the eardrums, making people's heads swell, like drug addicts, whose vision was full of fragments. I was grabbed by Luna's wrist and staggered back in a twisted stance.

"Don't complain about Freesia, she has been devoured by the holy fire, that kind of taste is like hell, more tormenting than death, and she can't do it either. "

The murmur of the widow lingered in my ears, I don't know if she was for the round or from the heart, I knew that the hostess was a kind person, but it was too much to be treated as a monkey by others and still speak for each other like this. Seeing that my face was full of disgust, she smiled ugly at me and said, "Whatever she does, she knows how to deal with the sheep better than we do, and you must trust her!"

It was only a few seconds before I had to say I would believe her, because the thing that had been crushed under the Bloody Nun had begun to gouge up like a saw, and out of the rotten rags was a head stained with feces, then a slender arm, then a blue knee. This thing that is full of yin energy and glares at us with hatred is none other than our old enemy, Lygia Montagu.

"You two are giving birth! "How are you two struggling?" Krys waved his arms at us, shouting at us to let her go and set up in a favorable environment for us.

When I opened the door completely, I immediately understood what the big house was, and I should have understood from the pile of books and newspapers I saw that this was the printing office of Downton Books.