Time goes back to two days ago.

Goetz took a deep breath, as if he wanted to expel the unfortunate memories from his chest and lungs. The pain in his body gradually turned into mental exhaustion, slowly bringing him down.

In his eyes, the ethereal glimmer under the yellow moonlight that seemed to have magic flashed again. In the open-air tunnel covered with thorns, a towering figure swayed with countless limbs, gestating from the darkness at the bottom.

out.

In the strong fishy smell, even the hound with the most sensitive sense of smell cannot detect any abnormality. The fishy smell has broken through the limitations of the five senses and jumped from the olfactory part to the nerve center. The smell turned into an overwhelming black shadow,

It turned into a hoarse roar and a nauseating signal, blocking all perception.

But this severe blindness could not alleviate his pain. Even in a state where he could not sense any movement, he could clearly feel the existence of that terrible thing.

Because the side of the body facing the terrifying thing, the skin stung and burst invisibly, as if every cell was howling and crying to stay away.

The eyes that have lost their function can also feel the infinite water pressure gathering in the pupils. With just a slight shake, the glass-like eyeballs will explode.

His nerves began to become disordered and twisted, and even his walking movements were no longer coordinated, turning into an arduous process of half-kneeling and half-crawling. Along the way, a strange buzzing and roaring sound was gradually getting stronger, with strange fluctuations.

It drives the internal organs to produce painful resonance.

Goetz knew that it was the roar of a terrifying thing. It was using the filthy vocal organs on its body to call its companions who didn't know where it was. The primitive wildness took over on the moonlit night, singing an indescribable hymn.

This time he woke up too suddenly, and Gotz had not yet completed all the sacrifices. Therefore, these terrifying anomalies were hovering around him with unprecedented intensity.

In this overwhelming madness, Goetz recalled the scene when his father took him to visit the old Yorkson for the first time.

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"I'm from Providence."

On the tombstone carved from black marble, there is such a paragraph deeply carved, and there is no other trace other than that. However, the base of the tombstone is paved with white granite. The distinction between black and white is clear, showing the tomb.

The owner has a huge contrast in his heart.

This tomb is hidden in a lonely island in the middle of the lagoon on the opposite side of the mountain. On a clear day, the reflection can barely be seen on the opposite side of the lake shore.

But my father did not choose the shortest route and swam from the lake. Instead, he climbed up to the top of the high Madas Mountains, dropped down from a cliff, and slowly descended along the steep mountain wall before arriving at

This is a pure place of seclusion.

Goetz still remembered that his father had no explanation for this difficult journey. It was not until he saw the tombstone that he said the first sentence dullly.

"This is a great and selfish man."

My father's disheveled hair and beard had not been trimmed for a long time, and he looked like a weirdo living in the mountains and wilderness. But when paired with the equally wild mountains, the combination was perfect.

Then his father talked a lot, which the young Gotz couldn't understand at all.

It wasn't until he grew up that Gotz realized that these words were not meant for him, but for the people in the tomb. Things that the living cannot bear can only be placed on the dead, regardless of whether what the other party wants is correct or not.

It's a moment of purity after death, which is really ironic.

"When old Yorkson brought us to this island, he promised us that we would be rich and prosperous. His determined look was like that of a fraudster concentrating all his efforts on deceiving us."

"We actually don't trust him. It's just that escaping from the Trust Mine has exhausted our energy. We only know how to follow the leader numbly. Just like moths chasing the light, since you said there is light there, I will

I will follow you forward."

"But we don't have high hopes. Because Old Yorkson is not a mining expert. It is true that he has a profound knowledge reserve, and his handling of social relations is extraordinary. But in that inhumane mine, as long as you

If you can't dig out the mine, you will only starve."

"We often watched him sweat profusely for a whole day in a barren mineral vein, but failed to get any results. He tied his belly tightly with a belt before he could fall asleep."

"We, who have always been ostracized, decided to do our best to take care of this old man. After all, we are just a combination of robbers, civil war prisoners, poachers, and street children. We are far from being called a decent association."

"Sure enough, we met an old member who matched his status. According to Old Yorkson's introduction, he was a fraudster from the north who accidentally got involved in a political conspiracy and was sentenced to life-long exile. And exile

His team accidentally ran into a slave trader, and his identity was shackled again."

There was a hint of nostalgia in his father's eyes, as if he was standing in front of an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. I'm afraid this memory is really an area that he hasn't touched in many years.

"The period when we first met each other and deceived each other was really embarrassing."

After a brief moment of nostalgia, my father's face became very stiff. It seemed that everyone wanted to maintain a perfect image that would not be exposed, but once the essence was exposed, they would inevitably end up in a drama of being ripped apart.

"After the old Yorkson laid out the hot spring mine, he worked non-stop to develop the mine in the lake. But it was only from this time that we discovered there was a problem."

"During the development process of this mine, incidents of missing miners continued to occur. Those poor people were often obsessed with wealth or had ulterior motives, and were the last to walk out of the mine. At a certain time when no one found out, this person was

Completely disappeared from the world. Everyone just laughed at it at first, and they probably made enough money and went home."

"But the so-called making enough money is really the biggest joke in the world."

"Soon, miners discovered them in the rock formations of the mine in the lake. Perhaps at the moment when the pickaxe went down, a shriveled and gray human face appeared from the mineral vein. They remained extremely panicked

It was as if tens of thousands of tons of sand poured down on top of his head in an instant, annihilating everything."

"Those poor miners remained in that posture and were swallowed up by the mine. Until another unlucky ghost who didn't know what was going on disturbed their sleep, they would glare with empty eye sockets and roar in a cruel and silent voice.

, tell all their stories!”

The father's expression remained calm, as if he did not notice the frightened eyes of the young Goetz. His eyes had penetrated the barriers of time, and once again returned to that time full of mysteries.

Not far from old Yorkson's pale and dark tombstone, there is the mine that swallowed up the miners' lives and released endless disasters. The entrance of the hole appeared countless times in Goetz's sleep in the future, bringing countless sleepless and painful nights.
Chapter completed!