Deep Sea Embers

A strong herbal aroma filled the room.

No, it is not diffuse, but it appears in the perception instantly - as if that strong breath has actually filled the entire space before I know it, but this fact has always been shielded from the reality dimension, and until this moment , as the old caretaker finished speaking, this ubiquitous aura suddenly revealed its existence in front of the uninvited guests!

The two men in black reacted almost instantly. The short man suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the old caretaker standing by the stove. There was a low and hoarse sound in his throat, as if two voices were superimposed. With a strange shout, the other person quickly took out a few pieces of paper with a dirty texture from his arms and suddenly threw them into the air.

The low, hoarse, weird shout turned into a ripple that was vaguely visible to the naked eye, covering the space in all directions of the old caretaker like the shock wave of an explosion. The piece of paper thrown into the air split into countless silhouette fragments, and the moment it hit the ground It turned into countless black poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions, making a disgusting rustling sound while swarming towards the stove.

The old guard hunched over and silently watched these dangerous attacks coming towards him, without any intention of avoiding them.

The shock wave tore apart the shelves next to the stove, smashing all the bottles and cans in a loud noise. It also smashed the burning stove, and instantly extinguished the flames with a strong smell of herbs in the furnace. The black poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions climbed onto the old man's body, biting the latter's limbs and flesh crazily.

The old guard was swallowed up by these attacks almost instantly, and his crotched old body fell to the ground, turning into a messy pile of blood and pieces of clothing.

This all happens in a matter of seconds. It wasn't until the caretaker fell to the ground and the remaining heat in the furnace was scattered all over the ground that the two women in white looked at each other with ease.

Both had the same confusion on their faces.

"The devil's breath - now I know who you are. It turns out to be two Annihilation cultists. You disguised yourself very well, hiding it from my eyes, but not from my intuition," the old guard continued, " Why are you here? What do you want to do?"

But the expected death never came.

This sudden sound startled the two women in white, and at the same time intensified their already faint sense of fear, which often turned into incompetent anger - the short woman gave up After trying to open the door, he turned around and shouted into the air: "I don't care where you are hiding!"

The Annihilation cultist raised his head in shock and looked at his companion not far away, only to see this figure falling to the ground at some point, with a huge hole opening in his back, and all the blood had already been drained.

What about yourself?

Knowing that there was no hope of love and unable to fight against the cemetery guards with his own strength, the cultist chose to sacrifice his heart to the Lord of the Deep in order to fully release the power he gained in the "Symbiosis Contract" and make a last-ditch effort. .

The old man squinted his eyes. In his field of vision, there was a pale and dim silhouette standing outside the door. Some distorted and chaotic light and shadow could be seen around the silhouette, but he could not see clearly what it was. ...The old guard slowly picked up the shotgun and aimed at the hazy silhouette outside the door.

The knock on the door came patiently. "Another dying hallucination, fear and anger will be amplified, resulting in a strong sense of powerlessness. You will often feel as if you are omnipotent, and may even successfully reverse life and death - but that illusion often disappears after a very brief moment. Dissipated, and then fell into greater fear..."

"Is this solved?" The tall woman looked at the wreckage on the ground in disbelief and said to her companions in confusion, "These legendary and weird cemetery guards are so easy to deal with? Or is this old man one of the guards? The weakest?"

There is a strange smell approaching.

In his hand lay the trusty old double-barreled shotgun, and all around him were the messy traces of the brief struggle.

Didn't even feel my heart.

The door opened on its own.

A piece of splendor

Rotten and distorted starlight rushed towards my face.

However, before he pulled the trigger, a slight clicking sound suddenly reached his ears.

He came to the door, stretched out his hand and was about to open the door, but his movement suddenly stopped.

"The Holy Lord gives us courage and pure essence!" the short woman said loudly. She forcibly relied on her faith in the Holy Lord to suppress the fear in her heart, and gradually fell into some kind of sacrificial fanaticism, "You guys Stupid earthly fakes, you can only be so proud!"

However, he found nothing. The shock wave tore apart everything in the room and stirred the air here, but it did not force out the figure of the caretaker.

The old voice echoed in the hut. For some reason, the two women in white suddenly felt that the voice seemed to become erratic, far and near, like light and shadow through a curtain.

A red-hot tong was inserted fiercely between her chest and abdomen, and green smoke was still rising from the place where the tong came into contact with the flesh.

"Dongdongdong——"

The cultist muttered, tilted his head, and died completely.

After saying that, the cultist suddenly took out a dark dagger from his arms, and then stabbed the dagger into his heart without hesitation!

"Open the door, thank you." A polite voice came from outside the door.

As he finished speaking, layers of illusory ripples appeared around him, and a beautiful bird-like monster could be vaguely seen in the ripples, standing on his shoulders, stretching its neck and screaming - this was A "death bird" demon.

The old man didn't make a sound, he just stared at the dark old wooden door.

She had not yet guessed the caretaker's trick - it was an illusion.

The caretaker used the dual effects of supernatural power and herbs to hide himself and act like a ghost in this hut. But since his voice is still here, it means that he is just hiding nearby. As long as he sweeps the entire house, this old man will be able to hide himself. Things will always leak out.

Loud noises of furniture being torn apart and furnishings falling to the ground and smashing occurred one after another in an instant. The small caretaker's cabin was in a mess in the blink of an eye. Almost everything that was missing was smashed to pieces in this invisible shock wave. Only The other woman in white was still intact - this tall and strong man in white held up a barrier, blocking the aftermath of the shock wave while quickly scanning around, trying to find this hidden figure in the distortion of the air. 's caretaker. ...The screams of the deep demon and the roar of the tall woman overlapped, and a translucent shock wave instantly swept across the entire room!

The short woman did not dare to relax at all. She still stared at the position where the old guard was standing. At the same time, she quickly scanned the small hut with the corner of her eye, and her brows wrinkled little by little: "Strange... I don’t smell the smell of the herbal medicine, but it’s getting stronger? It seems like someone is lighting incense nearby! Leave now!”

The tall Annihilation cultist lowered his head and saw that he was actually sitting on a chair in the center of the room.

"The deathbed hallucination is over. May your souls disappear without blessing or suffering."

A look of vigilance instantly appeared in the old man's eyes, and he suddenly tightened his grip on the shotgun in his hand.

The next second, a knock on the door came from the other side of the door.

Hallucinations caused by burning some powerful hallucinogen.

"I see...you can't die twice..."

In the last few seconds when his vision quickly dimmed and his mind gradually became confused, he recognized that this was a horrific wound caused by a close-range bombardment of a double-barreled shotgun - his companion was already dead and had stepped into the guard's room. The moment he entered the hut, he was shot from behind by the old guard.

She didn't feel the sharp pain that she should have felt when the dagger penetrated her body.

What is it? !

On this cold and quiet winter night, the sudden knock on the door was a bit harsh.

The short woman seemed to suddenly understand something, and rushed towards the wooden door of the cabin in an instant. However, when she stretched out her hand to push the door, she found that it

Surprisingly, the walls seemed to be extremely unmoving, and the seemingly strong wooden boards actually felt like steel being poured and moved.

"It's true that two heretics were tricked into being in such a mess, and in the end they didn't ask anything," the old guard muttered, stepping over the tall corpse lying on the floor and another corpse on the chair, carrying Shotgun walked towards the wooden door of the cabin, "There are still two troubles outside, I hope it's not too late."

"The Holy Lord gives me power beyond life and death!"

The old man took a few breaths on the chair and regained some strength. Then he reached for the shotgun beside him, propped himself up on his knees and sat up from the chair.

Not a living person—but definitely not a dead person either.

He recalled that he had been killed by a pair of pokers after losing a short, peaceful fight—just ten seconds before.

An old and sinister voice sounded in the hut: "One of the dying hallucinations is that I think I am trapped in a certain room, and the passage out of the room is right in front of me. I try to go through this passage, but I can't find it. The right way to open a door.”

There is no one alive outside the door.

On another chair across the room, the old guard with a cheerful temperament quietly looked at the cultist who had not yet completely died, mumbling expressionlessly.

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