Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

Krys in front of him, calmly smoking a cigarette, then put his hand behind his back and paced in front of him, waiting for the final decision between the two of us. Looking at her, I knew that she was hiding more secrets, and as long as she was not discovered, she would continue to fool. Group cooperation is the most taboo to be suspicious of each other, of course, she has her reasons, maybe she will eventually confide in it, or maybe not at all.

I don't know what kind of affection I have for her at this moment, if I had a glimpse of the shackles of cat blood a long time ago, I would have loved her. It was a lonely figure, and the tears of joy after seeing the old man, all of which made me want to hug this poor girl in my arms, and say that you have suffered, wife. However, it was the same she, who held Krys's body hostage and called people in a motherly tone, which made me both repulsive and annoying. The world of the owl can span a long time, and even run until she was born, she must be trapped outside the pocket universe of another ending, what she has experienced and how much she has lost, I can't imagine. So, I didn't need her answer, I just wanted honesty and a negligible amount of respect for me.

Thinking of this, I nodded solemnly, and asked her to promise that everything after that would be laid out in the open, and that she would not have any more evil intentions. The hostess, who was already an unassertive woman, nodded her head when she saw that I agreed, and planned to unscrew the rotten iron door.

"Slowly, it's not too late to heal your injuries before chasing. Krys raised his hand, pointed at us who were bleeding, and said, "Give me the salt bomb, don't think that the essence of ghosts cannot be killed, and when people have all the senses of pain, dizziness, and blood, when they are all understood, they will also fall to the ground and die! So, I'm here to witness some miracles to you. "

We didn't know what she was doing with the salt bomb, but Krys took it and moved to the mimeograph machine, got a vise and grabbed the bullet and twisted it left and right to unload the rough salt grains. She tore the burlap skirt and asked my helper to lift it, and took the boning knife and dipped the back of the knife a little over the incision in my lower abdomen. When the salt touches the skin, it immediately burns and chokes on the smoke. After removing the blade, the wound was actually closed, and an earthworm-like scar crawled on the original position, and after another half a minute, except for the blood stains, it had disappeared without a trace.

"As long as you control the amount, you can tinker with yourself at any time. Ghosts don't need to be hospitalized and dripped, and anything that can destroy the structure, like a soldering iron, can quickly kill bacteria and stop bleeding. She dipped a little of her finger into her mouth, and laughed: "And this is not real blood, but actually a kind of sweet marrow, you don't believe in it." "

I didn't have a penchant for sucking my own blood, but I licked it curiously. Sure enough, there was an indescribable sweetness, much more acceptable than the foul smell of the crab egg yolk of the skull crusher. According to Krys's explanation, we found a corner and filled all the wounds on Zhou's body, although it couldn't help anything, but at least the blood was contained, and the person would not walk tremblingly.

I was marveling at this amazing constitution when I suddenly felt a chill on my cheeks, and when I looked sideways, Krys quietly leaned over, picked up Ingram's half-amputated finger, and pressed it against my cheekbone. Then she stepped back a bit, covering her mouth and smirking.

"It's starting to be cheap again, isn't it? Isn't that fun?" the severed finger had just been touched by the melted flesh, and it quickly turned into one, and when I reached out and pulled it, it was as solid as rooting. Who has half a middle finger on his face, how can he pick up a girl in the future? I was angry and anxious, and shouted, "I have to be measured when you joke, I don't care, you stupid girl must get me down!"

"You beg me more," she deliberately pretended to be very scared, her mouth opened and her eyes widened, and then she patted me on the back and laughed, "Unless you use a knife, but then you will be out of shape, and you won't be able to catch a girl in the future, so it's better to save it." "

As I was about to quarrel with her, the widow raised her eyes and suddenly asked, "Are you going to use him as bait?"

Krys nodded wordlessly, pointing at us and saying that I was the only man. It turns out that this guy is not joking, but premeditated. Seeing that they were all knowledgeable people, I wanted to urge the widow to answer what was the matter with human bait.

"I can't understand such a trivial matter as a finger, so I'll explain it. Seeing that the widow couldn't answer, Krys looked like a nobody, and she put her arm on my shoulder and said smugly, "Don't be surprised, this is actually a kind of demon that we Dhagora are good at, called Azusa." The first demon to appear in the Nightmare was Ingram, right? This man is inseparable from it, both in reality and in the illusory frame. That's why I grafted its severed finger on you. Then in the eyes of the sheep, you naturally become Ingram. So when it sees it, it will actively pursue you!".

"I'm not sparing my life, so why are you two making a fool of myself?" Seeing that the wound had been filled, I stood up and walked towards the rotten gate, and asked, "There is another thing, we have fought with Ligia several times, so we may not always play with it, right?"

"This has to give you a good lesson on the popularization of demon souls, don't worry, let our main force, the half-demon, rest for a while. She also got up with me, came to the iron gate and kicked it, and said with a smile: "As long as we get out of this gate, we will never come back." This particularly powerful demon demon is better at knotting the flails than ordinary demon spirits. What the hell is this flail mirror? It's actually a condensation in space like an ice cube, and it contains the special memories of the sheep, so it can use it as a home field. Of course, we won't fight it endlessly, but how can we tell how many home fields are left?

"Are you saying that the next fierce battle will be decided by the winner?" The hostess also got up and began to sort the weapons and arrange the plackets, saying, "Solve it in one go, we can't afford to delay the time, and we don't know what the situation is on the soul sickle." "

"They're actually in the nightmare of the same environment, and since I'm the first to get caught in, they'll be on the next level. If it's hard to understand, it's a second hell. What danger can there be when there are many people? Grant's crown velvet cloud must be at your fingertips! You, it's us who should be worried!" Seeing that we were ready, Krys straightened his chest and took a deep breath, suddenly turned his head to look at me, and asked, "Eh? I just remembered that when you were fighting with the black-robed sheep, you said you had a question. "

"Yes, there is one thing that I still can't figure out, and I didn't have time to take care of it when the fight started. I thought for a moment, then lit three cigarettes again, handed them to the two women, and said, "The first time I did my best, I took us to the area around the street park, do you remember?"

"Yes, how strange is that?" said the widow, taking a full breath and holding her hands behind her back, "I was provoked by the sheep to jump on my own." "

"That's the problem! In order for you two old ladies to keep up with my unfathomable wisdom, we might as well label the whole nightmare first. For example, the flail square mirror is divided into the first, second, and third. The third mirror was the cellar, and I waited for the blood to flow like a note and finally broke, and the second mirror was here, and it made the experienced and resolute me beat me away. Naturally, we still have one last danger left, and it is the first mirror. With that, I turned my head to look at Luna and asked, "Since you're a family of people who are doing magic with the glitter of the sheep, why are we not at Downton Books, but near Ingram's house?"

"You want to say, eh, is it because the bone pickers and the Black Rank are nearby?" Krys thought as he bit his lower lip and said to himself, "It's strange, but I think it's even more strange why they are there? Isn't there someone disguised as a thug in the dark world and mingled among the reckless men?".

"The point is not in the thin priest and the fat man who loves to shave his head, I mean that the sheep, no matter how good they are, can't eat the rough salt of the Dead Sea, which is more terrible than black iron filings, which is why Ebizio has to distribute it in large quantities. But Lao Tzu fired at least fifteen shots at Ingram and hit the bullet, why didn't this guy react at all? Like hitting an inflatable doll! From this, I can't help but wonder, could it be that he is a genius of lying, and even a demon can fake? In fact, he died somewhere in the vortex?".

"It would be terrible if it was as you assumed. Krys shuddered, grabbed my arm, and smacked his tongue: "Actually, the bad thing between this love triangle man and woman has always been a mystery, and people of your time and people of my time can't figure out the reason." Because it is difficult to understand, it will be ignored, but in fact, this mystery always exists and cannot be avoided. Besson, I know what you're afraid of, yes, I'm scared too. And if he is the murderer of Lycia and Grant, then what will this guy evolve into, I don't dare to think deeply. "

"Well, don't ramble any more, wouldn't it be enough to witness it with your own eyes, even if we have a friendship with you, we can't compare with our companions in an unknown predicament!" the widow didn't wait for her to finish, but she slammed open the door and kicked me out.

Luna's muffled snort passed over her ears, and when my eyes cleared my eyes to discern my surroundings, I found myself standing in a ruined stairwell five stories high for no reason, with buckets of paint and scaffolding piled up all around, and the air was filled with the smell of wood. The door was empty, and an old-fashioned grandfather had been left in the debris pile, and the hour hand could still walk, showing the time at twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Looking out of the building again, the sun was fierce, a flock of spotted pigeons were flying in the air, and there were obviously a lot more people walking around, all dressed in autumn clothes, and it should be an autumn afternoon.

"It's strange, I remember vividly that after I was dragged into the nightmare, it was a sunset evening, how could it be a few minutes later, but it was daylight?" I scratched my head and walked to the windowsill to look, the scene in front of me was very familiar. Eighty paces away was a street garden, behind which a strip of white water was wrapped, and the visitors had changed a lot, and there were obviously more people, the only constant was the old-fashioned priest and the fat man with a sweaty face, who remained where they were, and did not seem to have gotten up to pursue us deeper into the alley.

I hid behind the door, poked my foot out of the building, and then moved my body out of the half-door, no so-called demon magic could be restrained. Seeing this, I calmed down, retracted and turned to another window to look, and soon saw the entrance of the alley where I had been standing.

"Could it be that this dilapidated building?" I was secretly surprised, and began to compare, and after some calculation, this overhauled slab building was actually Ingram's residence, but this situation happened relatively early, and the iron fence had not yet been installed. Yes, I remember correctly, I once put my foot on him and went out on my bicycle to a church in the distance.

Thinking of this, I had to go back to the stairwell and try to find Krys and Luna, who weren't going to kick me out and stay in the printing room, would they? Although Lao Tzu is brave and strong, but to face the sheep alone, how much will still be cold, as long as this thing appears, there will be a terrifying cold wind in the heart, which is terrifying.

I double-checked my weapons and ammunition to make sure the safety was on, and began to climb the stairs slowly, trying to keep myself in the sun as much as possible. Although a glimpse of Ou Shizhu Street, I know that they are not afraid of natural light, but I always feel that I will feel a little confident in that way. After walking a short distance, I saw a broken slab wall, with a large hole in the center and rotten and charred wood, and finally understood why it was overhauled. This kind of burning marks indicate that the building was struck by lightning not long ago, which happened to hit the main heart wall, causing the already dilapidated building to crumble, so people were hired to make emergency repairs to ensure that it can continue to live in.

Ingram in Nightmare lives in a dilapidated attic, which means I should keep going up and climb up to the top floor. One floor up, more so bad than underneath, half of the wooden walls were so empty that the stairs collapsed, and they had to rely on the connecting planks of scaffolding to get through. Looking at the closed doors, I estimated that there were more than a dozen people living on each floor, some of them old and young, how did they get downstairs? My scalp was numb, the white hair was sweating, and I was busy wielding a boning knife to cut back, only to hear a click, the back of the knife was less than three inches into the frame, and the figure was extremely flexible, and it had already moved in front of me, holding my neck with a sharp blade.

"You're crazy, you don't even look at it, I haven't recovered my eyes yet!" The old woman in mourning clothes pushed me angrily, put away her scythe, looked around, and asked, "What about the freesia? I thought you were walking together." "

I walked side by side with her and began to make my way to Ingram's residence. Along the way, Luna said that after pushing me out the door, they didn't delay for a moment, and followed me out. However, when she discerned the environment, she found herself sitting on a wicker chair in a house. So, if I'm done underneath, Krys should be a few floors above. Obviously, the attempt to carry out a surprise attack failed, and the sheep did not show up at all, perhaps now hiding in some dark corner to observe us, racking his brains to set a trap.

While chatting like this, a head poked out from the corner of the stairs on the fifth floor and waved at us. When I got to the closer, it was Krys, and somehow she was wet, her linen skirt clenched to her body, showing graceful lines. After she said angrily, she went out the door and fell directly into a bathtub, which smelled of laundry detergent. Anyway, when all the people are there, the last thing to confirm is to go to Ingram's attic, and if nothing happens, this dilapidated house should be the place of the decisive battle.

At the corner of the fifth floor is a crooked wooden ladder that can be moved, and those who climb into the attic will pull it back when they are about to fall asleep, and put it back in the morning of the next day. This construction is the first time I've seen it, and it feels particularly strange, but it's not so strange to the hostess. Luna said that in the distant past, this kind of attic was used by homeless people to run their homes, also known as pavilions. Originally, it was used as a useless place for the whole building to pile up miscellaneous items, and if it was rented out, it only charged one-third of the rent of other people's homes, so most of the people who lived in it were poor and white. The reason why he wants to collect the stairs is because he is thinking about his own people, worrying that others will go up and steal things, which also shows that the lock on the door of his house is broken, or maybe it is not locked at all.

However, when the squeaky pushed open the door, I was not only dumbfounded. This must have been the place in the Nightmare, but the occupants had long since moved away, the whole house was empty, the rotten wood was covered with ivory-yellow furniture indentations and wall ash, and there was not a single piece of paper in the room, except for a few rattan boxes in the corners.

"Eh, I can't say anything, I remember that the whole house is full of clutter, why is there no one living in it? Is it the wrong age? Or is it not 50 years at all?" I was confused, and I walked into the burrow with my legs up, and lay down on the ground to check it.

"Could it be that the window is open, and the sheep is afraid of light and hidden? This is unreasonable, it desperately wants to go back to the vortex, and the desire to kill us is extremely strong. Krys followed, reached out and closed the windows, and the unlit house suddenly became so dark that I had to turn on my headlamp to see my surroundings.

"I suddenly remembered something, it was mentioned by the soul scythe yesterday," the widow hung four flying scythes on the ground, and the blades of the blades pointed in one direction each, according to her, this formation is called spider cutting, which is dedicated to guarding against the sneak attack of demons.