Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

On the outskirts of the North District, in the three-story teaching building of the medical school that was about to be abandoned.

The red moon overhead was obscured by fog, and large interconnected clouds were deposited in the air, making the abandoned medical school campus, which was already lacking in lighting, even darker.

In the dilapidated corridor, the cold light only penetrated a little from the abandoned classroom not far away, and with the sound of passing the window frame that lacked glass cover from time to time, everything seemed silent and devastated. .

The corner of the stairs that lacked light was different from Audrey, who came for the second time, and Hugh and Fors, who often attended Extraordinary gatherings, and Viscount Grelint, who wore a surgical cap and a large mask, pulled light blue. Gloves, and there was a faint unease in his lowered voice.

"Is this really a place for extraordinary gatherings?"

Forsi, who was on the side, glanced at the biggest gold owner today, and said comfortably:

"Aren't occult gatherings often held in such places in those novels?"

"Don't worry, although it looks gloomy here, the probability of encountering ghosts in the cemetery is smaller than that of the cemetery, and there is no danger."

As she said that, she looked at the calm Miss Audrey with some regret, and curled her lips.

This richer lady may have been taken care of by the elders in the family, and may have obtained the potion formula. Recently, she has not been as keen to buy Extraordinary-related items as she used to.

After hearing Forsi's comfort just now, Viscount Grelint, who was slightly less flustered, looked around, and suddenly felt that something touched his trousers and almost cried out.

Hearing the sound behind him, he wanted to turn back just now, but Xio, who seemed to have hit something on his calf, looked at the Viscount behind him suspiciously, glanced up and down, and said solemnly:

"The party is about to begin."

After confirming that he was just scaring himself, Viscount Grelint felt a little embarrassed, but found that no one cared about the episode just now. Even Audrey, who was the closest, seriously checked the disguise on her body, and then tightened it again embarrassedly. Putting on the mask, he quickly followed up with Xiu, who was at the forefront.

Although Miss Dilcha is not tall, she is definitely the most powerful force here.

"But why are there no ghosts in the cemetery?"

After walking for some distance, nothing happened along the way. Viscount Grelint, who was much more at ease, looked straight ahead and asked distractedly.

"Because most families ask the pastor of the church to preside over prayers during funerals. Even for poor people who can only rely on public burials, the church will gather the bodies and sprinkle them with holy water or something." The expression said yes.

Fors, who was slightly distracted, was also attracted by his friend's speech. Looking at the mixed look in Viscount Grelint's eyes, he added on a whim:

"Actually, if you really want to see ghosts or zombies, the easiest way is to go to a semi-abandoned village on the outskirts, where there may be corpses too late for the priest to handle."

"A village in a semi-abandoned state, is there such a place near Backlund?"

Viscount Grelint on the side hadn't reacted yet, while Audrey, who was silently listening just now, turned her head slightly, her green eyes looking at Fors with a playful look in her eyes.

Forsi, who was just chatting just now, obviously did not expect that Miss Audrey would be interested in this kind of thing, and smiled awkwardly.

"Of course, after the promulgation of the "Corn Act", there were many more farmers in the East District who came from nearby villages, but most of them were young people," Xiu on the side took over the topic without warning, turning his back to the three behind him. man, said to himself:

"I helped with one thing. They were farmers in the village on the west side of Backlund, and later went to the dock."

"According to their words, most of the remaining people in their original village are old people. Even the bishop of the local Storm Church is in his fifties."

In the following words, although Xio hurriedly closed her mouth because the four had already walked to the door of the party room, Audrey, who was listening carefully, added the answer she could get after simple reasoning in her mind.

Maybe the village is not like the scene that Fors joked about, but in a few years, when the old people left behind pass away, there may be ghosts and zombies.

what!

A boy's scream recalled Audrey from her contemplation.

She looked at the panic-stricken Viscount Greenlight ahead, calmly pulled over the close friend, and took the vacant position, ignoring the gazes around her.

The more skilled Hugh and Forsi sat behind them with normal expressions, as if they had never seen the culprit who had been soaked in formalin, Viscount Grelint just now made a fool of himself.

After several minutes, a white lab coat appeared, walked to a pool with intact corpses, and pulled the corpse in the water with a wooden pole with a hook.

The pale-skinned corpse with swollen muscles slowly opened its eyes, and the already white eyes swept sluggishly~www.readwn.com~ After slowly turning around for a week, he looked absently at the center of the room, a gloomy and hoarse expression. The sound came from the water.

"The party begins."

"Is D'Artagnan there?"

As soon as the convener's voice fell, a thin man raised his hand, and the uncovered skin between the hanging white coat and gloves was as pale as a corpse in the pool.

Viscount Grelint, who was still nauseated, cast a curious glance, but found that in the entire room, except for himself, the other participants were either indifferent or sneering, but none of them cast their eyes as casually as himself.

Suddenly, he felt a chill, and saw the man who raised his hand looking at him suspiciously, but after staring for a while, he slowly shook his head and lowered his raised arm in dejection.

"It seems a pity that D'Artagnan did not come this time."

Audrey, who was silently observing other people's reactions, swept to the right side imperceptibly, only to see a fat man with a white coat that could not cover his body features. He sighed deliberately, and then raised his hand, attracting the attention of the people around him.

He first looked around, under the weak light, as if he wanted to see the body features of other people.

"Is the guy who asked me for a sedative last time here?"

The fat man's words attracted two or three glances, but the scattered participants quickly moved away, and no one responded to him.

He scratched his head, but he didn't pay attention to this kind of thing that often happened in extraordinary gatherings, and he quickly started to promote other products.

"I brought a sufficient amount of medicine this time, the ones you usually use."

Seeing the indifferent reactions of the others, the fat man pouted, and then deliberately extended his tone and said:

"...and mummy powder."

"Specially made."

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