Chapter 294 – Hunting and Fleeing

Chapter 294 – Hunting and Fleeing
The moment Duncan uttered the words “Ignorance is bliss”, the woman in the black dress had already reacted!
But this time she didn’t try any futile fighting behavior, instead, one hand grasped the chain underneath the death bird’s feet, and the other hand waved behind her, summoning a hazy black fog in the air, then turned around and ran in the direction of the entrance of the cemetery!
She no longer cared about her partner who had taken over her body, nor did she care about the other two accomplices who were circling the watchman, the bizarre things that happened this night had already exceeded her comprehension, even as an Annihilationist who had signed a symbiotic contract with a Profound Demon, she was on the verge of the borderline of sanity and courage.

Get out of here, as far away as possible, as fast as possible! Don’t continue to stay in the vision of that invisible and unnameable intruder, don’t continue to coexist with that hideous shadow!

Duncan frowned, he hadn’t fully adjusted to the shell he had just occupied, and despite the fact that he could clearly feel that this body was in a better state of health than the one that had been in the coffin just moments before, he was still having a hard time keeping up with the other man’s escaping footsteps.

However, he still took a step to catch up, casually slashing away the bizarre black mist that the other party had summoned as he fled, and adapting to this new body while dropping his gaze on the other party’s wretched back.

And as he watched, one of the gas street lamps that passed by the woman who fled in a sorry state suddenly began to flicker with fire, and the originally bright and steady flame of light was steeply tainted with a touch of deep green.

The streetlights contaminated by the tampering fire were like invisible footsteps, following the figure of the fleeing cultist all the way, spreading rapidly in the direction of the cemetery’s entrance, and sprinkling stars of green sparks along the way, getting closer and closer and more and more!

But just as the green flames scattered in the street lamps on both sides of the road were about to catch up with the cultist, the weird bird made of black bone fragments suddenly screamed and flew up, the bird’s bony wings splashed a large amount of smoke in the night sky, and its sharp cry seemed to have torn through a small area of space and time, and Duncan could only see that the darkness beside the cultist seemed to have suddenly appeared in a large fissure, and then those blurred and twisted fissures merged into a large fissure. Twisted fissures merged into a huge black hole –

The skeletal monstrous bird screamed in madness and terror, rushing recklessly towards the dark hole that had appeared out of nowhere, while the chains that extended around its feet tensed up in an instant, and with an ear-splitting sound of kalala, the black-skirted woman was violently dragged towards the hole as well.

“Dammit! Stop! You bastard! You beast!” The cultist struggled defiantly, letting out shouts that had changed pitch, his voice overflowing with uncontrollable terror and despair, “No, no, no! Don’t! Don’t take me to the Spectre …… Help, help! No! No–“

Accompanied by a final scream, the cultist was finally dragged by the chains and dropped into the pitch-black void, which then whistled and closed up, eventually dissolving into a shivering shadow.

Dots of ghostly green light from the street lamps on either side illuminated the empty cemetery path.

“That’s quite a chic escape route,” Duncan looked at the sudden scene with some dismay, the corners of his mouth twitching in the middle of the day, then he seemed to suddenly remember something, “Wasn’t that how Shirley and Dog ran away in the first place… …But I remember she wasn’t afraid at all then?”

He frowned and looked in the direction where the cultist had disappeared, pondering for a moment but getting nowhere, he could only withdraw his gaze.

The streetlights on both sides that were tinted with an ethereal green color also quickly returned to normal with his move to retract his gaze, and the interlacing shadows gradually returned to his feet as if they were tentacles that had been retracted in the darkness.

A small crackling sound reached Duncan’s ears at that moment.

He looked towards the direction of the sound, but realized that it was coming from his own body – a thin crackling sound was constantly coming from all parts of his body, and in the gaps of his clothes, one could see a thin black smoke seeping and rising.

Duncan was momentarily a bit confused, wondering what kind of unexpected situation this was, and then he violently pulled open the clothes near his chest, and finally saw the changes that were happening to this body of his:
His flesh and blood were turning a little bit into some kind of black, charred substance, and the surface of his crumpled skin already had many gaping holes in it, with black smoke and ash running out of those holes as if they were rising from a woodpile.

If not from the beginning of the baptism of “open heart”, this strange and terrible scene in front of him will definitely bring Duncan a huge impact, but now he has long been accustomed to these strange and evil things, at this moment is extraordinarily calm, and even reached out and touched his own neck near.

The change seemed to have started in the throat – it was the place that had once been symbiotic with the spectral demon and connected to the chains.

Duncan immediately associated it with the jellyfish-like Phantom Demon that had burned itself out of thin air earlier.

After he took over this body, the “jellyfish” seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and hardcore strike, and now this cultist body from the chain symbiosis began to appear the phenomenon of collapse …… Is it possible that as long as the symbiotic demon died, this body will be will follow the collapse?

This is a characteristic of the Annihilationists?
Duncan instantly thought of the most likely, and even thought of Shirley and Dog – could the relationship between the two “people” be similar?

I could ask Shelly about it when I got back.

But first, I need to think about what I should do now.

Duncan looked somewhat helplessly at his body, which was rapidly disintegrating, and at the same time couldn’t help but think of the shell he had just occupied when he emerged from the coffin.

Although the reason for the disintegration was different, it seemed that that body also appeared to have collapsed in flesh and blood at the end.

“…… Why is it so difficult to find a working shell,” he couldn’t help but sigh, lamenting his bad luck, “It was much smoother in Prand than here.”

He raised his head and looked to the iron fence at the end of his vision – ahead of him was the entrance to the cemetery, and through the entrance seemed to be a large, cold, empty stretch of road, and it was only after he passed through that again that he was in the brightly-lit, bustling city.

The civilized world of Frost is close at hand, but I’m afraid this body that is constantly collapsing will hardly be able to support itself to complete this journey, and even if we run into the city now, I’m afraid that my own dignity of smoking and walking is unlikely to be able to successfully inquire about any information, and it’s a certainty that it will be the first thing to draw the guards on patrol over to the city.

He glanced back at the cemetery again. There were quite a few lying around in the morgue – but firstly it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn’t come across another one of poor quality, and secondly it was quite a lot of work to unpack.

It was truly a blind box to open, and he’d already tossed it around long enough this evening.

After a brief moment of weighing his options, Duncan lifted his head and looked toward the lights coming from the other direction of the trail.

That would be the direction of the caretaker’s cabin.

Duncan remembered that two other cultists had gone to the hut with the caretaker in the guise of death clerics – the caretaker had given the impression of being stubborn and unsympathetic, but he was at least a loyal man.

Cultists are not benign people.

He stepped toward the light at the end of that path.

……

There seemed to be some movement coming from outside.

In the warmth of the caretaker’s cabin, the kettle was hissing on the stove, a gas lamp to one side brought a bright glow to the room, and the old caretaker fiddled slowly with the bottles and jars on the wooden shelf, while his trusty double-barrelled shotgun hung from an iron hook beside the shelf.

Two men dressed in black watched the old man’s movements from the shack, one of them standing in the doorway and one by the window.

But their attention was evidently not all on the watchman.

They were watching for movement in the direction of the cemetery entrance, waiting for some signal.

But they didn’t wait for the signal, “When you’re done, evacuate.” Instead, they only heard some vague, indistinct and strange sounds coming from the direction of the path.

The last sound of a vague scream was particularly disturbing.

“Did you hear anything?”

The old guard stopped abruptly and glanced up at the window, dirty and dark from age, as he listened with his sideways ear to the movement outside – at the moment the only sound that seemed to remain in the night was the sound of a whistling, hollow wind.

“There’s nothing to hear,” the tall and stocky man stood in the doorway and said immediately upon hearing the watchman’s words, though he too was slightly disturbed that keeping the watchman honest inside was a higher priority at the moment, “It’s probably just the crows.”

“Oh, crows,” muttered the old watchman, “Crows are annoying things, they steal your food and then stand smugly in the branches of the trees laughing …… I hate thieves, and uninvited bad guests, and crows have both of those.”

The two men in black glanced at each other in some confusion, as if they felt that what the stubborn old man in front of them suddenly said was somewhat inexplicable.

The old caretaker, however, seemed as if he didn’t care about the two men’s reactions, and just added to himself, “By the way, do you know why I followed that lady’s advice and brought the two of you to my hut again?”

The shorter black man seemed vaguely wary, staring into the old guard’s eyes, “Why?”

The old guard finally found what he was looking for in the pile of bottles and jars, and as he unscrewed the lid and poured some crushed herbs into the fireplace, he casually said, “Because as a rule, two are better than four.”

(First of all, I would like to thank “Left embraces the motherland, right embraces the hole generation ship Xian Gu Yue” for the silver moe! This name is so long ……

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Participation that is a chance to get 200 points of coins and window flower reward, monthly vote record location in the starting point – my – monthly vote – pull to the bottom of the voting record, for anti-theft map can be in the screenshot coding personal ID)

(End of chapter)