Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

The crisp, monotonous ringing of the telephone, echoing in the corridors dappled by the afternoon sun, made me doubt not only my life. Where is this place? Where is the place where the nightmares of the goats live, and no living person can come here, so who is this phone call from? Could it be a trap waiting for me to fall into?

The two blood-drenched goats remained dozens of paces away, fluttering like headless flies. When I figured out that the old demons themselves were the main game, I used the trick of shield and spear to make them slash each other, so that the heads of the two demons were cut off. At the moment, they could no longer discern where the enemy was, and for a moment they were too busy to spare their extra energy to stumble on me.

The phone rings ethereal and uncertain, as if in a hurry to answer it. I softened and tried to discern the source, and over time I realized that it was coming from Ingram's filthy attic. With this curiosity and impulse for the unknown, I lifted the decayed wooden ladder up the floor and began to climb up, and when my finger touched the broken door, it creaked open on its own.

The scene in front of me stunned me on the spot. Shicai was still an empty and dilapidated house, only ten minutes apart, and now it was filled with all kinds of furniture, and it was a dilapidated and messy room. The arrangement of the various wooden tables and beds was very familiar, it was the place I had been in the Nightmare, Ingram's residence. No, the flat glass that had been used to hold the notes was on the table, the dirty socks with holes were stacked in the rattan baskets, and even the white-washed khaki denim was hanging on the back of the chair.

This is the home of the flat-headed man, but I don't know what time period it is, it can be both the past and the future.

But the reason I climbed the stairs up the stairs was not to steal his passbook, but to find out where there was a telephone in this room. But after looking around, I was surprised to find that Ingram was a poor and destitute fellow, and that no electrical appliance could be found except for a toaster, and that the lighting fixtures of the whole house were connected to the fire meter of someone else's house, and there was a major suspicion of stealing electricity.

After opening all the old magazines, I finally found the noisy machine. But can this really be answered? That's because the thing that makes noise is actually a piggy bank, a normal-sized plastic toy phone, and it's this thing that's making a lot of noise. I remember that not long ago, the old Qian's belongings sent to the sympathetic association, the military doctor said that they had found them, but the pictures were not uploaded in time, and I wonder if this phone is the thing found.

With great doubt, I grabbed the earpiece and put it close to my ear, jokingly said hello, and waited for a miracle to happen.

"Eh, what is taking so long?" Soon after, an anxious voice came from the other side, and he scolded angrily, asking, "Didn't you get out of the Stone Gorge? What are you doing again? Forget it, what is the situation between you and Luna now?".

The person who called, it was beyond my imagination, he turned out to be Soul Scythe Ebizio. According to the old boy, the first thing they saw when they came out of the trap was me and the widow lying stiffly in the mud, so it was expected that we would both suffer the same fate, and that we would be caught in the evil of a demon tornado or a goat. All of them are gathered around our shells at this moment.

"So," I swallowed, and asked implicitly, "did you get it?" or did you just escape?

"When I caught it, that dazzling color has been deeply imprinted in my body, and the snake embryo has been planted!" However, the soul scythe on the other side was not happy, and he interrupted my question, shouting, "There are still eight minutes left until midnight, and we must leave the vortex while we are at peace." Last time in the Yin Eclipse Dojo, the detective only taught me to knot corpses and chew a little fur, and I can only rely on it to pursue the souls of you and others, and that's probably it. So I'm not confident how long I'll be able to keep the conversation going, and how much you'll be able to receive. "

The corpse is not long ago during the battle of Greentown in South Carolina, in order to identify who the enemy is, Lao Dai temporarily taught him in front of the vault of the Tyre Sandbank Bank, due to the rush of time, Ebisio only learned some basics, he can refute the nightmare to find me, it is already extraordinary. In the dream of the sheep, anything that can transmit sound could be a potential walkie-talkie, such as a plastic toy, a manhole pipe, or a paper cup telephone. But the premise of being able to keep the call is that it can cut off such a thin trick at any time without being noticed by the old demon.

"Wait, I'll ask you one more question, you said you cut off one of the sheep, is it Grant or Ligia?" I was secretly surprised when I heard this, and I couldn't help but grab the earpiece and ask, "If that's the case, then why am I dealing with two sheep at the same time?"

"It's a male ghost! It's gone, and even if the bones are hard to burn, it can't continue to be a demon! How do I know what you're doing? Besides, the rabbit hasn't taught me the flashwheel. Without waiting for me to finish asking, the Soul Scythe shouted, "As for the details, let's talk about them in detail when we are completely safe." Without further ado, you guys quickly quit for me, and the way out depends on the eagle to find it. "

"Isn't that cigar-like thing in my bosom in my shell? Won't you be able to wait for the dream catcher's response and find a way out at once?" I rummaged through my body as I listened, and after a short time I touched the eagle, and I couldn't help but be confused

"That's fine, but you need to know how it works. It is not carved out of a few knives from a random piece of old wood, but through a cumbersome living ceremony, pouring the blood of the stork to coagulate the colon in a killing way, so it has spirituality. It's on you, but the hole underneath is filled, in other words, the other half of it is in the same other world as you. If you don't quit immediately, everyone can't do without the Vortex, that's clear enough!".

"But we don't know how to withdraw, is it the natural result of slaughtering the sheep in your way?, or is there another way?" I sighed, and said, "I also know that you are very anxious, but Freesia knows about the old demon life, but she is worried that we will not share it, so even if she is cut in two, she will not be able to pry half a word out of her mouth." "

"Lady of the Thunder Urn, you and Luna have found Miss Corsita, and is she staying with you two now?" Eupisio was taken aback, and asked like a cannon, "What's going on?"

At that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my ear canal, and Eupaceo's voice stopped abruptly, and there was no more to follow. In the afterglow of my right eye, I saw that half of my head was flying in the air with the pith of the sky, and my bloodshot left eye was staring at my right eye, looking very dazed!

Suddenly impacted, the plastic toy phone fell to the ground with a series of dull sounds. When the handset stopped rolling, several strands of black greasy of unknown origin, thick as asphalt, began to slowly seep out of the microphone, and as soon as it touched the ground, it immediately dyed the plate extremely black!

What did it do to sneak up on me? How did that guy get so close so silently? So that I didn't know anything when half of my head was cut off?Countless mysteries roamed through my fleshy mind. It didn't take long for me to realize what was going on. What can penetrate the wall is only one thing, and it is the yin. Although I had a division of labor with Krys before, she was always worried about my violent output, and she happened to kill Lygia, so she threw away her entangled opponent and hurried upstairs to try to obstruct me.

Thinking of this, I can't help but be angry, this donkey teammate is so unreliable, I am fighting to the death to protect her, but the little silly girl is always on guard against me and the lantern widow, for her so-called grand ambition. However, when the blood-colored vision swept through the shadow in the corner of the Burrow, we realized that we had misjudged again, and that it was not Yin Yin who really carried out the surprise attack.

The depths of this corner of the wall are especially gray for some reason, and the yin qi is so strong that it becomes difficult to see. On the dark green background, there was a figure standing faintly against the wall, and when it slowly raised its head, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded. This is because this thing is neither a black-robed old demon nor Lygia, but a complete humanoid with a head and legs, and a very clean body. It stared at me blankly with a pair of large, harmless eyes and a strange smile on its face.

"Ingram?" I cried out, holding half of my aching head, "Don't you hate Montague who betrayed him and got involved with Shaw? Why don't you try to find them and attack me instead?

And this extremely eccentric flat-headed man stood up straight like a javelin and didn't say a word. It seemed completely hostile, and it exuded an intimidating power, and wherever I went, it immediately caught up and blocked it in its path, as if it did not want me to leave the place. The demon's movement is very peculiar, it is like a ball of air, its legs and feet are not moving at all, but it can move at will, and every feint will be easily recognized by it. Whenever I saw a gap and wanted to run away, I would be pushed back by the energy, and when I came back to my senses, it was standing head-on.

After arguing back and forth several times, I realized that it was neither a sheep nor a yin, but something deeper. Ingram had killed himself in some barren swampy lake, so why did it appear in the Nightmare? Could it be that this guy is still thinking about his old lover Lygia after he has lost his spirit? Does he still think that the twisted melon is bound to be sweeter? What are the old people of the 50s thinking, it is even more difficult for someone like me to be born in the 70s to understand than going to the moon.

I don't know what it wants, but I know what it wants. Ingram had no intention of fighting me, and there was a primal fear in his heart that I would do anything against Regia and trap people here. But as time passed, and I was already seriously injured, it was difficult for me to fight against three trolls at the same time, so I thought about negotiating, and I had to let them know that I was not an ambitious person, but just wanted to take my partner away.

"You can fart as well, just staring at a pair of dead fish eyes won't do you me any good. I owed, and said in an almost pleading tone: "All right, I'm all in a showdown, you can either retreat or just do it, and be as happy as you please!"

Who knew that this flat-headed man, after listening to my narration, actually hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed inexplicably. Although the expression seems very relaxed, it makes people feel really hideous. Seeing that Plan A failed to persuade education, I had no choice but to sacrifice Plan B, quickly turned around, and ran wildly towards the nearby skylight, intending to break through the rotten wall and jump downstairs.

Following my movements, Ingram reacted immediately, whirlwind up and stopped its path again. I have always advocated that there is no opportunity to create opportunities, and that one step at a time and three steps are already in my mind. In the first flail mirror, I tried all kinds of bullets on it, but they were like being slapped into a pile of cotton, and they didn't blow the slightest wave. There's one thing I haven't had time to try yet, and that's the glass bubble, which may be able to do this kind of god-slaying and ghost-killing weapon.

If I am lucky, I pin all my hopes on a tree and hang myself, which is obviously not in line with my personality. If you plan to make a difficulty, you must be prepared for the failure of the rehearsal, and naturally, the back hand is essential. Years later, I lay at the head of my bed, silently smoking a cigarette, and when I think back on this bitter battle, I am still secretly surprised by who I once was. That's because, the essence of second-hand preparation is unpreparedness, and I bet all my luck on letting my consciousness erupt. There was a big man who met in a hurry and didn't have more than three sentences, which brought me this wonderful idea. He was Dale of Santa Leri, his unintentional quick talk.

Speaking of this sturdy Moorish man, the first thing that strikes me is his bravery in battle, followed by his fleeting bravery in strength. Lin Rui and I witnessed his determination to die generously in order to protect everyone at the last moment of his life. Of course, these are not important, and they are not the subject I want to talk about him. Maybe Lin Rui didn't remember the first acquaintance for a long time, and that was when he introduced himself. Each of the six warriors of San Vitale has a nickname, some are called Dragon Slayer, some are called Honkai, and some are called Fallen. Only this guy's harmonic name is the most peculiar, called the Styleless. When asked why he gave himself such a nickname, Zabi Dale said that it was because he didn't have a unique skill that he could master, and that he was characterized by playing on the spot and listening to his physical reactions, hence the name Wushi.

When a person is cornered, or when they are about to have a head drink, it can feel like a few seconds are extremely long. In a short moment, a thousand or hundreds of countermeasures will arise in people's minds, and they will miraculously choose the most suitable tricks to deal with the crisis. To explain it scientifically, it means that the body is unwilling to die, but can awaken in an instant, and to put it in a more fantastical way, it means that the human soul replaces thinking and determines its own destiny in some higher form that transcends the conventions of man.

It was too late, and in the blink of an eye, Ingram was like a strong wall in front of me, and I secretly shouted hello, and while it was not firmly on the ground, it stabbed the other side with a thunderbird, and the old demon recognized my intentions, and raised his claws to block, but it was still half a beat slower, and the mixed gas exploded in his body, and I hurriedly threw out a thunderbolt, and a white light with a brightness close to the explosion of an atomic bomb lit up, and a strong air mass flew out. However, Ingram was not a mortal thing after all, and this house was its home field, and when half of its body slid out of the skylight, the whole strange body suddenly became flattened, like a blanket hooking all the grip points, and it survived.

I wasn't surprised when I saw this, because I expected it. I grabbed the last Thunderbird and thrust it into my mouth! I don't know why, but I picked it out and carried it out. Seeing that the host was about to be reduced to pieces, Velvet was busy gathering a sac in her lower abdomen to envelop all the spilled gas, and my half-sided body swelled up rapidly, turning into a balloon about three meters in diameter. Because the endless gas mixture was still spreading, the skin was stretched thin to transparent, and when the old demon was blown up, it naturally burned a part of my skin tissue. Two mushroom clouds rose up, hedging between me and Ingram, forming a powerful vacuum blood explosion, instantly pushing the two of us to the extreme in both directions!

At the same time that I was blasted out of the house by a huge explosion, the old demon was also shaken out of the window, and this conspiracy with the starting point of destroying myself finally succeeded. However, before I could laugh, I felt as if my back had been driven into a stake, and when I turned back, I saw that I had escaped from the tiger's den and fallen into the wolf's den, and two sheep were waiting under the ladder to make a lot of tricks, and my miserable body suddenly appeared five huge wounds the size of a bowl! No matter how strategic I am, I will not survive the end of the fifteenth month, and I will obviously not be able to live.