Artisan Camp

First of all, I need to be thankful that I brought two vests with me this time.

Secondly, we need to be thankful that we brought a team of dragonborn.

There aren't many things that can be used in the City of Insects, but he brought the Dragonborn!

This group of dragonborns are ridiculously rich. As the most dangerous reconnaissance team, their equipment cannot be too bad. Two vests worked in parallel. As early as when Gloria and the gravekeeper were fighting, Oleus took the others and ran away. He found a safe place for the dragonborns and took out their weapon bags. He ran back non-stop. Perfectly played a time difference.

When the gravekeeper used his ultimate skill, Oreius immediately took out his armor, strengthened his blood, and threw it directly at him.

“——”

The electronic shield, which is very characteristic of the Mecha City, automatically unfolds. This is a rare good even in the Mecha City. One costs 10 million Rabi, and the production process is extremely complicated. After being strengthened, the effect is even more outstanding. The red current on the surface is sent along with the attack, trying to corrode the enemy.

The gravekeeper stopped. As he withdrew his strength, his attack slowed down. The electronic shield emitted a deep blue light, firmly protecting its master.

When the shield dissipated, there was nothing beside the red-haired young man. The gravekeeper simply withdrew his hand: "I thought you would leave too."

Aurelius threw up his hands helplessly: "There's nothing we can do. If someone bullies a child, they will naturally ask adults to take revenge."

During the conversation, a dazzling thunderbolt struck the red-haired youth, followed closely by the intersecting figures of the two. Oleus's cheeks showed strange patterns, like countless vines. The gravekeeper's hand went numb, and he was suppressed by an inhuman force.

The young man in front of him had completely lost his mind. His dark golden eyes had turned scarlet, emitting a terrifying aura.

The gravekeeper's eyebrows jumped, and he dodged the beast-like crazy attack. The judgment fell without reservation, directly piercing the opponent's shoulder. The red-haired young man did not retreat but advanced, and his murderous intent turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood, rushing towards him. Mixed in with the sad cries of countless monsters, a timid person would be scared to death after seeing this scene.

Whether it is a human or a monster, they all have an instinct to fear death. Once they encounter an enemy, they will become alert, which is an instinct to remind them of danger. A strong hunter can scare the prey with just the intention to kill, and fear will hinder their escape and make them lose their will to fight.

Madmen are more difficult to deal with than rational enemies. The gravekeeper activated his blood vessels and shot invisible sharp arrows at the young man, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

“Bang!!”

The plain was filled with smoke.

......

While the two were fighting, the ghost girl sneaked into the Insect City quietly.

The mutants on the streets hurriedly avoided the battle zone, and some of them took the opportunity to commit petty thefts, causing the chaos to spread.

Gloria was floating towards the Queen's chambers when the portal suddenly spoke: "It smells like a craftsman over there."

The girl paused for a moment: "Are you sure?"

"I can't be wrong! The craftsmen and the Black Mist believers have a deep cooperation. It is impossible to build this city without the help of the craftsmen!"

The portal patted its nonexistent chest to assure. Comparing the two sides, of course the craftsman's side was easier to control. Following its induction, Gloria changed direction. The phantom figure floated through the alley. Occasionally, someone noticed something strange, rubbed their eyes and could no longer see anything. They had to suppress their confusion and prioritize saving their lives. More people simply pretended that they didn't see it to avoid getting into trouble.

Gloria avoided the Black Mist followers who maintained order on the streets. They might be the only people in the city who still worked seriously. As the distance increased, the surrounding environment gradually changed.

"Ms. Gloria, let me lead the way. There are many mechanical puppets here. It would be terrible if they found us."

There is no need for a portal to remind you, the small patrol robots wandering the streets cannot be ignored. Compared to before, the streets are not only equipped with all kinds of strange things, but also become the only area without mutant activities.

She nodded slightly, and a door not far away opened automatically. When the girl entered, the door in front of her kept opening, actively welcoming the intruder.

Finally, Gloria successfully arrived at an ordinary house. From the outside, this place didn't look special at all, and anyone who came here would need to spend some effort to find it. But this was no problem for the portal, and the pollutant's tone was very disdainful.

"They should have changed their hiding place a long time ago. They always hide underground. I wonder if the first craftsman is of rat bloodline."

"Come here, dear Miss Gloria. Don't get lost here. Oh, don't step on that brick. There's nothing underneath. Don't touch this one either. It contains poisonous mist."

Guided by the portal's chattering, the ghost girl successfully disarmed the trap. There were small noises coming from the living room. The people living here obviously didn't expect someone to break in through the bedroom door, and they didn't notice anything unusual until now.

Gloria avoided them and turned around. The building was divided into two parts, above ground and underground. On the surface, it was just an ordinary residence, not even equipped with mechanical guards. But as long as she found the hidden lift door in the cellar, she would find the entrance to the laboratory. It was easier for her, after all, there was a contaminant next to her who was trying to please her.

Stepping out of the cellar's lift door, the guard standing at the door was stunned and instinctively wanted to warn. The doll in the girl's arms shook, and they groaned and fell to the ground as if they had suffered a heavy blow. The portal said, "Oh my God, you really suit my taste. You stuffed such a large ball of pollution directly into their souls, and when they wake up, they will be injured if not dead. These two carpenters are really pitiful."

"carpenter?"

"Oh, you probably don't know. Craftsmen are divided into four levels. Carpenters are responsible for doing dirty and tiring work. The higher-level stonemasons are responsible for managing carpenters and managing higher-level materials. When you become a blacksmith, you can participate in experiments. If you make some achievements in the experiments, you can be promoted to a craftsman. That is the core researcher. In addition, there are several special leaders. They usually do not appear in front of the public and have their own hidden identities. Under their leadership, craftsmen can hide among the people."

"Haisz was one of them before, but after his identity was exposed, he can only stay among the craftsmen now."

At the end, the sound of the portal had a hint of happiness. It seemed to think that its emotions were too obvious, so it threw the two fainted people somewhere randomly, using this incident to confuse people.

It seems that Hail Mary is not very popular with it.

The girl walked along the corridor, the inorganic cold white light illuminating the passage, and for a moment she could only hear her own footsteps. The doll in her arms seemed a little excited, and the air was filled with its favorite smell.

Despair, pain, indifference, fear.

The aura of human evil lingers in every corner of this building, proving that countless people have died here.

Gloria paused as she heard someone coming from the corner. She opened a door at random and hid inside, revealing a double dormitory.

The door had just been closed when the sounds of carts and conversations were heard outside.

An older voice said, "Push these things to the warehouse quickly. There are several cars behind. Damn, why did a fight suddenly break out up there?"

Another younger voice replied, "Are we being too hasty? The Black Mist followers won't let anyone else in. I think we should just do our job as before."

"It's right to listen to the instructions above. Just do your job well. Go get some more chains later. These test subjects are not honest."

The wooden box on the cart swayed slightly, as if the things inside were resisting. The craftsman could not help but quicken his pace, fearing that these things would get into trouble on the road.

When they passed a dormitory, the boxes suddenly became quiet. The two looked at each other in surprise. Before they could do anything, the experienced craftsman frowned and said, "It seems something has passed by."

His companions immediately became alert and looked in the direction he pointed, but found nothing unusual.

"You must be seeing things."

"Maybe someone broke in. Keep an eye on these samples while I go see what's going on."

The old carpenter gave a warning and walked over carefully. In the process, he turned the dial on his wrist, and the feathered serpent in the background jumped out of the dial and rushed towards the corner.

The slender body occupied half of the corridor, and the snake's bite was enough to swallow a cow in an instant. This was the best seal in the hands of the old carpenter, but the opponent was not as omnipotent as he imagined. At the same time as the bite, the feathered snake bounced back at the same speed, as if it hit a wall.

The craftsman was startled, and the thing that hit the feathered serpent appeared in front of him. It was a vain smiley face. The clumsy brushstrokes were bright red, forming a sharp contrast with the pale mask. The old carpenter stared at it dully until his companion in the distance asked, "What's wrong?"

The sound crushed the last bit of his rationality. The old carpenter's eyes turned red, and he turned and rushed towards his companion who made the sound. He let out an inhuman roar from his throat, opened his mouth and bit the other's ear fiercely, tearing off a large piece of flesh. The latter wailed in pain and was terrified.

"Hey, are you crazy?! What are you doing?!"

The two rolled into a ball, and accidentally overturned the cart in the fight. Several pollutants rolled out of the wooden box, and there was a constant noise, laughter and noise. These experimental subjects were ferocious by nature, and naturally began to affect their prey. The two had splitting headaches and dizziness, crying and screaming, and everything in front of them was spinning, and they couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. They punched each other and completely ignored the black-haired girl who walked out of the door.

Seeing the human reaction, the pollutants became more reckless. A ball rolled under Gloria's feet, making a creepy sound.

Before the girl could say anything, a crack opened in the air, and the black mist that flowed out directly pulled the ball away. Accompanied by a disdainful snort.

"You think you can do something to the respected Lady Gloria? Do you really think I'm dead?"

These experimental subjects were just replicas of the contaminants. They immediately started to play dead under the breath of the portal, even more obedient than before they escaped. The two carpenters, their faces covered in blood, fell to the ground and fainted completely.

Gloria reached out and tapped the foreheads of the two men, then pulled out a strand of golden thread and fed it to the lantern, allowing the two men's evil to gain the upper hand and magnifying the fear in their hearts.

When the two woke up slowly, they grimaced in pain. The events before they fell into coma gradually flooded into their minds, and they both shuddered, realizing what might have happened to them.

"How long are you going to stay in this daze?"

The childish voice flooded into their ears, and the black-haired girl looked at them quietly, with no expression on her face. She looked like a child, but both of them could realize one thing——

This is the one behind everything! It was the other party who made them so miserable! Everything that happened before was related to this girl!

The two carpenters swallowed their saliva and lowered their posture as much as possible: "Sir, what do you want?"

"I want to know what's going on here. You are responsible for leading the way for me. If there is any problem, you will not leave alive."

For the sake of their own lives, the two of them nodded immediately: "No problem, no problem, whatever you want to know is fine. As long as we know, we will tell you everything, without hiding anything!"

Seeing that Gloria had no objection, the two of them climbed up carefully: "My Lord, what do you want to ask?"

"Please show me around your base."

Since the experimental samples were gone anyway, the young carpenter decided to go for broke. While wiping the blood off his face, he pointed to the closed door at the corridor.

"This is our dormitory. This underground base has three floors. The deepest floor is the residence and laboratory of the craftsmen. The second floor is the residence and laboratory of the blacksmith. This floor belongs to the carpenters and stonemasons, and is also responsible for storing things and imprisoning experimental samples."

Walking along the corridor, the young carpenter gave a very detailed introduction, almost listing his entire family history.

According to him, they moved into the city after the Black Mist followers completely controlled the city. The Black Mist followers provided the land and raw materials, and in return, they needed to provide them with technology and products.

The most important research at present is the mobile city. The followers of the Black Mist want to turn the City of Insects into a mobile city like the Mechanical City, but this is easier said than done. The Mechanical City has undergone countless transformations from its design to the present, and even the people of the current Mechanical City cannot reproduce the same miracle again. It can be said that this is the glory that belongs exclusively to the pre-Black Mist era.

The two carpenters knew about this because the research project was too labor-intensive and required a large number of manpower to allocate raw materials. This is how the carpenters learned about the relevant information. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to know so much based on their identities as carpenters transformed from ordinary people.

The girl suddenly asked: "Why do you join the craftsmen? Isn't it good to live a normal life?"

The older craftsmen sighed, "Who wants to join this place at the beginning? But our families are all in the craftsmen's camp. If we don't join, we will die together. Once we truly become a member of this place, we can only climb up."

"I've been here for a long time, and I've seen some people who want to rebel. Not everyone can do these things. Some people felt guilty and wanted to leave, but now they have all become consumables here. We all swore an oath to the leader, and once we join, we can't leave."

At this point, the two carpenters shuddered, as if they had thought of something extremely terrifying. They were extremely wary of the so-called "leader".

"Where are your family members being held?"

"We don't know either. It is said that the craftsmen have a base camp and our family members are all there."

The three of them continued asking and answering each other until they bumped into another pair of carpenters who were transporting pollutants at a corner. They looked behind them strangely.

"Weren't you guys there to deliver the experimental samples? Why didn't I see anything?"

The old carpenter coughed and said, "We sent the stuff to the warehouse. There weren't enough shelves there, so we put the cart in first. We were just about to ask for a few more shelves."

The other party said "Oh" without any doubt. The two of them were sweating in their hands, and when they saw the other party leave, they breathed a sigh of relief. Just as they were about to leave, one of them suddenly turned around and looked at them.

"Don't go there. The stonemasons are transporting things on the second underground floor. Just come with us."

The two carpenters were stunned for a moment, but under the urging of the other party, they went forward to push the cart. This situation was beyond their expectations. If they really went down to the second floor underground and found that they were lying when they came back, how would they explain it?

Just as I was thinking about it, the two people who were talking and laughing suddenly had their pupils dilated, and fell to the ground without even being able to utter a scream.

Two shadowy figures floated out from them and poured into the girl's light. She had just hidden somewhere and had not been discovered.

The doll in the arms swayed a few times, and the two people on the ground climbed up stiffly. This scene was horrifying and weird. It was terrifying, and it reminded people of a silent farce. The girl in the gorgeous dress moved her fingers, and the dolls danced, performing a series of joys and sorrows.

"I killed them. I put new souls in. I'll leave once they get used to these two bodies."

The girl saw their doubts and said lightly. The two carpenters' eyebrows jumped wildly. The portal sneered and said, "You were not so cowardly when you killed people. You didn't show any mercy when those ordinary people begged for mercy from you. How come you can't even get up now?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong! We just want to survive, if we don't do this we will die! Please let us go!"

The two carpenters were almost frightened and crawled to the girl, kowtowed and begged. The latter said in a light tone: "I have no interest in cruelty. If you don't get up..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the two of them jumped up from the ground. The girl stopped at the elevator entrance, and the young carpenter asked cautiously, "Aren't you going down?"

“They would bring me what they saw.”

The two dead bodies tilted their heads and smiled in unison. It was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

"no problem!"

The two carpenters made up their minds at the same time. No matter what happened, there were people above them to support them. They just needed to save their lives. Death was not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing was that their bodies would be used as props to play with after death. It was chilling to think about it.

As for taking the opportunity to betray and tell others about this? He didn't know whether the other party would die, but he would definitely be killed before that!

With this in mind, the two carpenters worked together. The group boarded the elevator to the underground, and the circular floor automatically descended.

The old carpenter said, "Don't talk nonsense. We will take care of anything that happens."

The two corpses nodded in unison, and without their dull eyes, they looked almost like ordinary people. The carpenter suppressed his fear and took the initiative to walk in front.

Compared to the first floor, this floor is much busier. From time to time, you can see carpenters carrying materials to each other. These materials include but are not limited to various strange objects, animals, monsters, and humans, and even bloodline people can be seen among them.

The people responsible for transporting the Blood Veins were dressed differently from the other carpenters, and there were fewer of them. They all held a long whip, and the two carpenters obviously knew one of them, who frowned when he saw them.

"Why are you here so late? Hurry up and deliver this experimental vehicle to Area C. Don't keep the blacksmiths waiting."

"Okay, okay, let's go now."

The older carpenter bowed and was about to leave when the other party suddenly spoke.

"Wait, it doesn't take so many people to deliver the stuff, you two stay here to help."

The two carpenters were stunned for a moment. How could they dare to leave the two behind them alone? Seeing the other party's impatient expression, the older carpenter gritted his teeth and turned to his companion and said, "You heard the order, why don't you help quickly. You go and deliver the things to them, and take one of the ones behind. Don't keep them waiting in the laboratory for too long."

The younger carpenter responded and stood beside the stonemason with a corpse. The two teams separated, one team continued to walk towards Area C, and the other team followed the stonemason to the other side.

The layout of the second floor was extremely complicated, like an ant nest. If there was no one to guide us, we would definitely get lost. The deeper we went into the experimental area, the fewer people there were. After passing through security checks, they led the bloodline to the corridor with Zone C written on it.

The stonemason who was originally in charge of delivering the items clapped his hands and said, "Okay, you guys will take them in next. Don't delay the experiment."

He handed the long whip in his hand to the old carpenter and said, "This is a pollutant that suppresses their abilities. It can only be used for four hours a day. Once you deliver it, hurry up and bring it back. Otherwise, it will eat you and no one will come to save you."

The old carpenter rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Aren't you going in? The stonemasons have always been in charge of transporting the blood vessels. If something goes wrong..."

"Stop talking so much nonsense. I've already sent you to Area C. The security inside is stronger than outside. I'm sure nothing will happen."

"I am not timid! Whatever you say is what I will do. Let's go in now."

The old carpenter smiled and took the whip from the other party. The three bloodline people were furious. These people were just ordinary people. If there were no pollutants, how could they be so arrogant?

The older carpenter whipped them hard and said coldly, "Didn't you hear me? Get out of here!"

The bloodline people's bodies had been strengthened, so there shouldn't have been any effects. But after this whip, the three bloodline people screamed, as if they had suffered some horrible attack, and were forced to go inside.

After the stonemason left, the old carpenter lowered his voice to remind him: "Area A is responsible for making replicas, which is relatively safe. Area C, where we are going, is for out-of-control experiments. People who deliver things often have missing limbs. You must follow me closely. Do you hear me?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he strode in. Starting from this corridor, there were transparent windows on both walls. He could directly observe the progress of the experiment inside.

Several two-headed wolves with brutal temperaments roared in all directions. Their tails drooped in fear of invisible threats. The next second, their bodies suddenly exploded. Blood splattered on the ground and melted silently. A carpenter walked in to clean up the residue. It was obvious that the experiment had failed.

Behind another glass observation window, a half-human, half-bird creature, like a hawk from the pre-Black Mist era, was flying in the room. Her eyes were tightly closed, and tears of blood were flowing. A little girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old was thrown in. The hawk screamed, rushed over and dug out her eyes. The body of the little girl twitched twice and slowly climbed up. Blood flowed down her cheeks. Like tear marks. Her arms were twisted unnaturally, like the wings of an eagle. This process was extremely slow, and it obviously took a certain amount of time to transform.

In the next glass observation window, there is a statue of a woman with a broken arm. Although it is a dead object, it exudes an incomparable beauty. Several humans and animals are crawling at its feet, whispering something with happy faces.

Behind the next glass observation window...

The experiments behind each glass window are different, but the madness is the same. The terrifying scenes and silent terror bring strong psychological pressure to people. The old carpenter did not look away and brought the "people" behind him to the destination. A middle-aged woman in a white robe was waiting at the door early and was very unhappy to see the situation.

"Why are you taking so long? As for Carl, I clearly told him that my experiment would soon be successful, and I wanted him to personally deliver this batch of materials."

The carpenter smiled and said, "The blacksmith received an order at the last minute and needed to deliver another batch of materials, so he sent us to deliver the things."

The female researcher snorted: "Forget it, you guys can do it too, come in together."

The former's heart skipped a beat, but he tried his best to keep a calm face and said, "Sir, we don't need it, right? There are still many materials waiting to be shipped."

"What do you know? My experiment is the most important thing. If it succeeds, it will be equal to the research results of the entire C area. Not to mention the two of you, even if I ask a few more blacksmiths to come over, it will not be a problem. If time is not tight, such a good thing would not be your turn. Hurry up. Stop talking nonsense."

The old carpenter had an ugly expression but could not refuse, so he had to follow the other party into the house. The laboratory was dominated by a silver-white tone, full of inorganic coldness. There were two other helpers standing in the laboratory. The female blacksmith urged: "What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Take the materials away and check the quality."

The two helpers began to check in an orderly manner. The carpenter saw it all and panicked. He recognized at a glance that the two helpers were not living creatures, but what the craftsmen called "anthropomorphic puppets", which were specifically responsible for assisting research projects with extremely high mortality rates. No wonder the stonemason was reluctant to come in, he must have known that he was being targeted by the blacksmith, so he chose two ghosts to die.

At this point, no matter how reluctant the carpenter was, he had no choice but to cooperate, trying to delay time.

"Sir, what project are you researching?"

The female blacksmith saw through his thoughts and glanced at him with a half-smile: "What are you afraid of? I'm different from them. Other blacksmiths study how to create pollutants, and I study how to make people inherit the characteristics of pollutants. If you are lucky, you can become a being that even bloodline people fear. You are lucky, and I can show you the experimental process."

After the two assistants finished their inspection, they put a black and red collar on the Bloodline and pushed him in. 9 They pressed a button on the wall, and a transparent wall rose between the two sides. The ceiling opened to both sides, and a descending square platform stretched out.

"Go open the box. Trust me, you don't want to know what will happen if we do it."

The Bloodline looked at them coldly, clearly unwilling to cooperate. The researcher laughed, "What a pity."

She pressed a button on the control panel, and two robotic arms opened the box, revealing a golden knife inside. The Bloodline's eyes involuntarily fell on the knife, his face changed slightly, and his mouth opened and closed to say something. But without the help of a microphone, the excellent sound insulation was undoubtedly evident. The female researcher said in a calm tone: "Next, do as I say, press the red button on the corner, and you will see a medicine rack. Drip the liquid in the bottle onto the knife, and then insert it into the chest."

The Bloodline's face was full of resistance, but his body took the initiative to move under the control of the collar. He found the red button and popped out the shelf containing the potion. The jelly-like potion was very viscous and formed a layer of red film on the knife. The Bloodline slowly grasped the knife with an extremely stiff movement and inserted it into his heart. His expression was extremely distorted and he endured great pain. A blood-red flower jumped out of the wound and bloomed with its fangs and claws. The roots penetrated deeply into the flesh and became one with it.

"Show me what you can do."

The researchers released a new monster, with a snake head and a wolf body, and scarlet pupils. As soon as it jumped out of the cage, it roared and bit the Bloodline, and the two wrestled with each other. Human hands were as sharp as knives, and the places they touched immediately rotted. The rot continued to spread, and eventually corroded the monster completely, and the Bloodline's hands also became broken.

"The function of this seal is to cause the wound to decay. After fusing with the human body, the host will have its sharpness and aggressiveness. By fusing with the replica, we can produce a large number of warriors in the shortest time. Unfortunately, my research is not yet complete, and the lifespan of the finished product is very short."

The female blacksmith looked at the scene with a sick smile on her face. The old carpenter swallowed and said, "What do you need us to do?"

The female blacksmith's tone suddenly softened: "Of course, you two are on an important mission. These materials were assigned here by force, and they are very resistant to orders. I think if someone voluntarily accepts the transformation, it will definitely greatly improve the degree of integration."

Isn't this asking him to die?

The old carpenter's lips trembled, and the female ironworker smiled and said, "You won't refuse me, will you?"

"Master Blacksmith, this is really..."

"Didn't you hear what our experimenter said? He can't wait to help."

At the female ironworker's command, two assistants lifted up the old carpenter and threw him in without a chance to refuse. The old carpenter rolled on the ground in a panic, and the experiment behind him slowly approached. The carpenter's face turned pale, and he suddenly rushed over as if he remembered something. He knocked on the transparent wall and said something loudly. The female ironworker had seen this kind of madness many times before, and she gave the order without even looking up.

"Let's get started."

The experimenter pressed the red button again and transformed according to the previous steps. The old carpenter scratched the bloodstains on the ground and stared at her direction. The companion standing behind the female blacksmith stared at him quietly, with no emotion on his stiff face. Until the old carpenter began to rot in the fusion and turned into a piece of wriggling rotten meat.

The female blacksmith clicked her tongue and said coldly, "Next one."

The two assistants' eyes fell on the only "living person" in the laboratory. The latter walked in without hesitation and waited for the experiment to begin.

This saved a lot of trouble. The female blacksmith always felt that something was wrong. She had seen people who were desperate and begged for mercy, but the other party's performance was different. It was like a...

Calm?

His inquiring eyes fell on the other person, and with a scream, he turned directly into melted meat paste.

Female researcher: “…”

She was amused by her own thoughts. It turned out that she had stayed in the laboratory for too long, and she actually had such thoughts. What calmness? What composure? Maybe she was scared silly. She operated the workbench, locked the finished product in the cage, and continued to order: "Go and ask Carl to send me some more good materials. This time, he must send it personally!"

The two helpers immediately began to clean up the laboratory. One of them found something in the meat paste and brought it to the transparent wall.

The female blacksmith looked at him in confusion. The other person was holding a tiny black-robed puppet in his hand. Blood was dripping down the white mask, outlining the blurry and crude facial features. She wondered if it was her illusion.

This doll seems to be smiling at her?

......

Unlike the terrible scene in Area C, the mission in Area A went smoothly. The blacksmiths in Area A were generally kinder and let them go after checking the items.

The journey was smooth. Occasionally, I met an acquaintance who asked about the person behind him. The young carpenter explained, "He has a sore throat today."

The questioner jokingly asked, "Did you have too much fun at the Moulin Rouge? Young people should take care of their health."

Everyone who understood what he was talking about burst into laughter. It seemed that there were similar places everywhere. No matter what their status was, there was a tacit understanding. The young carpenter laughed along and whispered about the latest beautiful girl to come to Moulin Rouge Street.

The fox mutants were charming, the wolf mutants were wild and unruly, and the rabbits were known for their gentleness and pity... In the reckless discussion, the young people completely blended in with them. The group discussed enthusiastically and completely ignored the person who had been silent.

The latter rolled his stiff eyes, took the opportunity to throw something into the cart next to him, and then regained his calm.

After the two parties dispersed, the young carpenter continued to walk forward. After a while, he realized that the other party had not caught up with him. He turned his head and saw that the other party was standing at the corner. The bleak light shone on him, and he lowered his head and didn't know what he was doing. From his angle, his cheekbones cast a tall shadow, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He walked over and whispered, "What are you doing here? Hurry up and leave."

The other person ignored him and muttered something. The young carpenter almost put his ear to the other person's mouth to hear what he was saying. In an instant, a chill ran up his spine, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back in shock.

"Poor, hateful, abominable, evil..."

"Poor, hateful, abominable, evil..."

The flames rising from the depths of hell burned the ears of the listeners. It was crazy, evil, hoarse and stupid. It was not the whisper of one person, but the crazy roar of hundreds of people at the same time. Although the sound was very small, it hit the young carpenter's head like a heavy hammer.

The latter stared in horror at the eyes hidden in the shadows, which had dilated pupils that only dead people had, and turned almost pure white. He gave the young carpenter a strange smile, and remained completely silent in this posture.

The latter's head was buzzing, and the defenses in his heart were completely broken. He sat on the ground, breathing heavily. It was not until a long time later that he suppressed his fear and reached out to push the other party.

The corpse, like an old tree stump, fell backwards and hit the ground with a dull thud.

He is dead.

No, it should be said that he finally died.

The young carpenter was filled with fear and regret. Perhaps he shouldn't have done that. But no matter what, it was too late. Now he could only pray.

Pray that what you do will not be discovered by that terrible ghost.