In the early years, when old Wood was not tired of recalling his youthful years, he often mentioned the experience of sleeping with the dead person next to him at night when the war situation was terrible, only to wake up the next morning to see a pale and stiff face.
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Those who witnessed it described the scene vividly and in a gloomy tone, and when they were interested, they mentioned the valuable experience of which parts could not be stiffened, completely unaware of whether this kind of content is suitable as a children's enlightenment story.
The collection of grandfather's stories once became a childhood shadow for Kraft and Cousin Lane, so much so that they had to throw the pillow out of the bed every day after turning off the lights before they could fall asleep.
But in the long run, this kind of desensitization therapy is still very beneficial, at least reducing the load on Kraft's heart when he wakes up and sees several distorted, pupilless faces.
"Heavenly Father, why don't you move this thing farther away?"
"In fact, we were planning to burn it." Green sat leaning against the stone wall. A small open fire in a dry place illuminated their recent achievements, as well as the monks huddled around to keep warm. "Considering the remaining fuel, I
I think it’s better to leave it to a more important place.”
"How many more?"
"Wardin left four cans, and I threw away all my sundries." Father Green's eyes swept over the other two monks. They were shocked and lowered their heads in shame, "They still have some with them, but not much."
Objectively speaking, Kraft felt that they did not need to be ashamed of this. The rationality to preserve part of the supplies under such circumstances had proved commendable courage and quality.
He was envious of Green. A group of talents with up-to-date physical fitness, relatively stable psychology, willingness to obey orders, and educational background were the basis for almost any organization to dream of.
"Where are the others?"
"They got separated. I wasn't far away. I found them after hearing the noise." Brother Wading added half a broken torch handle to the fire. "To be honest, I have already thought about who will be present at my funeral."
I didn’t expect you guys to...solve it so quickly?"
It could be seen that everything happened very quickly. He glanced at the frighteningly perfect creature, looking for the smooth transverse incisions that were characteristic of "spells", but he only saw a few deep puncture wounds.
It didn't seem to be killed by any of the methods he had seen before, but Vadin couldn't figure out how to kill this thing at close range.
Even if it is willing to come down and fight its prey in close combat, such a size cannot be easily defeated with a sword.
How did you do it? The priest's deputy was quite curious, but his understanding of Green allowed him to see some information from the silence of his old partner, and he wisely chose not to continue questioning.
"So what is this, the big spider featured in the Dunling Sewer?" He improvised using his remaining talent for cold jokes.
The effect was obviously not very good, and no one was amused. They glimpsed the not-so-good answer between the nested and fused faces of the monster's chest and abdomen.
Even Kraft, who had just woken up, stared at this unusual mosaic of different facial features and saw something in it.
Vadin was confused as to why the professor also knew an old acquaintance of the Inquisition, but then he thought of the reason, "You also think he looks familiar? That's right, you must have seen his portrait."
"You mean Morrison?" Kraft did recognize some elements from it, not only from the latest portrait in the gallery of Dunling Medical College, but also from the memory of the remote medical school in Iceport in the north of the kingdom, although it was no longer there.
Very easy to identify.
He confirmed his guess about the identity of this thing: "Yes, I think this is him, but it's not just him."
"I hope he will repent for what he did in the flames of hell, but I doubt if there are any devils down there who would accept such a thing." Wading looked away in disgust. After staring at this thing for a long time, it always felt disgusting.
The sense of attraction is like looking at a vortex and being pulled into it to become part of the twist.
The priest's peripheral vision kept lingering on Kraft, as if he wanted to see the young professor's attitude towards this, and as if he was confirming whether the person who woke up was still the same person he knew.
"Pathetic guy." He commented without gritting his teeth or even having much emotion, as if those things had been exhausted in the long and terrible darkness. "Death in that fire would be ten thousand times better than this."
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"Indeed, a pathetic guy." Kraft unexpectedly agreed, "He could have done more meaningful things and saved a lot of people."
"He betrayed his vocation, his oaths and principles, and his pursuit for the first half of his life. He was hollowed out by his blind pursuit that overrode morality and ethics."
Deep whispers penetrated from the gaps in the soul, killing a professor who had devoted his life to medical research from the inside out, using paranoia and longing to shape something else, just like what Yue Skeleton molded out of a human body
This monster.
It is sad that Professor Morrison is indeed dead, a complete death.
"But there is only one thing I envy him for."
"What?" Opposite the fire, the priest sat up straight and adjusted his position without leaving any trace.
"He has a very outstanding disciple." Kraft stood up unsteadily, holding on to the rock wall to steady himself. "I don't mean academically. Of course, that disciple's academic achievements are not bad either."
"His disciples have the ability to make correct choices independently. Even if they make mistakes with absolute authority, they will try to correct them. If not, our progress will be delayed countless times."
"It is a blessing to have such a disciple. I hope my disciples can do the same in the future."
"Do you think you will make a mistake one day?" Green confirmed that the person he was facing was sober, but there was a certain possibility in his words that made him feel not very good.
It was like hearing the sound of a thin shell cracking in extreme silence. New cracks intertwined with old cracks to form a network, with only a layer of egg membrane maintaining continuity, rising and falling with the movement of things inside.
"Who knows? Everyone makes mistakes, even saints sometimes make mistakes." Kraft moved his joints to let his wet, cold, and rusty body move again. "This is not a possibility. It will happen sooner or later.
It’s nothing more than big or small.”
Kraft hesitantly took out the long forceps and two vials from the best-protected package on his body, used his long sword to open the puncture wound, reached deep, tore off a few pieces of tissue, and threw them into the vials for sealing and storage.
This behavior made Green's eyes twitch and he hesitated to speak.
"Let's go, I feel uncomfortable looking at these faces." He has seen too many deeply distorted faces, some of which are more bizarre and abnormal, but the first time he sees one in a human relationship is another experience.
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It feels like waking up late at night, seeing yourself in the floor-length mirror, and feeling panic for no reason.
Some people say that people see themselves in others, and that may be the case.
Kraft reached out and pulled Green up from the ground, ending his nap. He had spent enough time here.
The team left the burning fireball behind and moved deeper.
After crossing a certain limit, the stacked stone walls began to gradually become lower, and the gravel on the ground seemed to become thinner, until the things buried by them were revealed.
It was an endless pale and dark color, extending continuously under the feet, and the matte black was mixed and melted into it, and it was intertwined with it, like a group of snakes that were entangled and biting each other without distinguishing each other.