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The shrill howl of wolf resounded throughout the wilderness of the fields.

In late autumn, although the impact of haze is slightly thinner than in the city, the weather seems more gloomy and colder.

Da, da, da, da, the carriage gradually slowed down. Origan pulled the reins and finally parked the carriage under a small hillside.

"Captain, go forward again, it's what you mentioned. Let's get off here, how about it?" Origan asked with his pipe in his mouth and turned around to the small window of the car.

"Yes, it's not far from the destination." Rhestus nodded, put away the newspaper, got up first and opened the car door, and jumped out of the car.

Sherlock bent down and walked out of the carriage, looking up from afar.

This place is more desolate than he thought.

And, it's even more terrifying!

Looking around, there are shadowy black shadows in the distance. Whether it is low ridges or fields, they are covered with wild grass and thorns growing wildly, like ugly monsters with messy hair.

On the soil slopes, there are twisted and messy gray-brown oak trees. In the dark, the scattered oak trees look like tombstones. On the messy branches, strange-looking rotten birds are parked.

Where these scavengers appear, there are corpses and remains.

Sure enough, most oak trees are lying or leaning against them, with rotten corpses. Some are even left with only white bones and empty skeleton eye holes looking at the way they come.

In the distance, in the direction of night and thick mist, there were some desolate trees, and there were shaking corpses hanging. From time to time, wild dogs roared and appeared, and their green pupils rose and disappeared, and they were fighting for something.

Gu...ga...

The closer scavengers were shocked by the movements of the carriage, and they all flapped their wings away, leaving behind a harsh but miserable scream, as if they were warnings or mockery.

Sherlock never expected that he would see this scene and was suddenly a little creepy.

It is not scary to see a corpse. After all, he is a major in archaeology, and he has seen even more disgusting things.

It’s just unimaginable that in the outskirts of Bojinhan City, a farmland area not far away, I saw such a tragic scene.

This place is like an ancient village abandoned by a civilized society. Except for visible houses, windmills, water mills, dilapidated carriages on the roadside, etc., everything else does not look like a normal place to stay.

"It seems that the disaster at Cindyri Farm is far worse than we thought!"

Van Tucker looked around and said in a solemn tone.

"Captain, I haven't found any traces of evil rituals yet. The road ahead should be safe." Rooney frowned and said.

"Everyone put on a cloak and follow me."

Rhestus whispered and ordered.

Everyone put on the field tent cloak, followed Rhinets, crossed the hillside, and walked towards a certain direction.

Everything is silent, and when it is approaching the early morning, the footsteps are vaguely audible in the wilderness. If you step on a branch, it will make your scalp numb.

"Why can't you see anyone?" Origan asked with his pipe in his mouth, looking around vigilantly.

"At this time, all the sick people stay in the house and will not come out," Rhinetes explained as he walked, "unless it is a strong sound, a strong light, or the smell of a large number of normal people gathering, they will cause their reaction."

Sherlock felt like he was walking into the zombie territory.

"Why can't the moon be seen here?" Van Tucker asked in confusion.

Sherlock, Rooney, Origan all looked up at the same time.

Because the night here is even more gloomy, the terrible environment makes people ignore the clouds and smog above their heads. Now I realize that the moon is really invisible.

Sherlock clearly remembered that when he set out from the city, there was a faint moonlight behind the spire of the Betzinhan Bell Tower. Although it was covered, there must be moonlight falling.

"This is a forbidden area, and the three major churches have joined forces to make detailed arrangements. So it is normal to not see the moonlight after entering. This is to avoid causing worse consequences. Of course, this is also a top secret."

Rhine said, taking out a bottle of dark grey powder and throwing it around everyone:

"The bones are pure powder to cover up the normal smell. We are about to go deep into Cindyri Farm to be vigilant and pay attention to sound and footsteps. Also, don't shoot!"

......

I walked all the way and walked for about ten minutes, and the village was imported in front.

There are two broken water mills, between which is a wooden arch bridge mounted on a stream. Then, not far away, there are low houses distributed inwardly, extending into the dark side.

A group of scavenged birds were perched on the railings of the bridgehead. When they saw Sherlock and others, they immediately scattered and scattered.

Sudden!

A dim light and shadow, like a light contained in a glass cover, lit up from the darkness, floating, shaking, and approaching quickly.

Everyone stopped immediately and looked at the scene in surprise.

Rhines whispered:

"Our own people, one of the field deacons stationed here in the church, Allen."

With his voice, the approaching light and shadow indeed appeared in a specific figure. He was a forty-year-old man with a slightly tall figure and thin body like a bamboo pole.

Allen was wearing a tight multi-pocket black hunting suit, two daggers on the belt around her waist, and a revolver. She was wearing leggings at her feet and pointed scalp boots.

He had a pale and blood-free face, slender limbs, and he seemed to be floating when walking. He was holding a gas mine lamp with a glass cover in his hand, and the light was hazy.

"Rentes, when I received your message, I have been waiting for you."

Allen floated over, reached out his hand, and gently grabbed Rhestus.

Sherlock and others nodded in greetings, but said nothing.

"This Allen is so brave..." Everyone has only this sentence in their hearts.

It is really admirable to be able to stay alone in this desolate and terrifying environment.

"Alan is the 8th-level 'gravekeeper' of the 'death and decline' source. For him, this kind of place is no different from normal city streets."

Rhines explained.

"My ability is to deal with corpses. Although the patients here are terrible, they are still human. So, they do not have any danger to me."

Allen explained in a low voice, his tone seemed relaxed.

"Let's go, go to my room and try not to stay outside, as the smell is easy to concentrate."

Under Allen, everyone entered a cottage not far from the Water Mill.

The house was clean and although the light was not lit, it was warm and quiet. Sherlock and others sat down before they took a breath.

Allen poured each of them a cup of hot water, then sat next to Rhine and whispered:

"The backyard of the Enam home you are looking into may not be easy to get in. There are many 'water ghosts' who have lost their minds and use that place as a den, so it's very tricky."

Rhinetes covered the hot water cup and smiled unconsciously:

"I brought everyone, Rooney's dispersal ritual array and Van Tucker's secret spell scroll can effectively drive out those 'water ghosts'."

Allen still frowned:

"Do you really want to sneak into the cellar? It's an ancient tomb that is unknown. Without the corresponding archaeological expertise, it will be extremely dangerous!"

Rhines pointed at Sherlock and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!