The moment Duncan uttered the words "Ignorance is bliss", the woman in the black dress had already reacted!

But this time she did not attempt any futile fighting. Instead, she grasped the chain under the Death Bird's feet with one hand, and waved her other hand behind her, summoning a hazy black mist in the air. Then she turned around and ran towards the entrance of the cemetery!

She no longer cared about her partner whose body was occupied, nor about the other two accomplices who were dealing with the guard. The strange things that happened tonight were beyond her understanding. Even as a cultist of Annihilation who had signed a contract and lived in symbiosis with the Abyss Demon, she was on the verge of the limit of reason and courage.

Get away from here, the farther the better, the faster the better! Do not continue to stay in the sight of that invisible and indescribable invader, do not continue to coexist with that terrifying shadow!

Duncan frowned. He had not yet fully adapted to the body he had just occupied. Although he could clearly feel that this body was in better health than the one in the coffin just now, he still found it difficult to keep up with the other party's escape.

However, he still took a step forward and chased after him, casually slashing away the strange black fog that the other party had summoned when he escaped, while adjusting to this new body, and keeping his eyes on the other party's embarrassed back.

As he watched, the gas street lamps passing by the fleeing woman suddenly began to flicker, and the originally bright and stable light was suddenly stained with a hint of dark green.

The street lights polluted by the usurped fire were like invisible footsteps, following the figure of the fleeing cultist all the way, spreading rapidly towards the entrance of the cemetery, and scattering green sparks along the way, getting closer and closer, and more and more!

But just when the green flames from the street lamps on both sides were about to catch up with the cultist, the strange bird made of black bone fragments suddenly screamed and flew up. The bony wings of the strange bird splashed a large amount of smoke in the night sky, and its sharp cry seemed to tear apart a small range of space and time. Duncan only saw that a large crack seemed to suddenly appear in the darkness beside the cultist, and then those blurred and twisted cracks merged into a huge black hole——

The skeleton bird screamed madly and fearfully, and rushed towards the dark cave that appeared out of nowhere. The chains extending from its feet were stretched straight in an instant. With a sharp sound of "Cala", the woman in black dress was also suddenly dragged towards the cave.

“Damn it! Stop! You bastard! You beast!” The cultist struggled desperately, shouting out of tune, his voice filled with uncontrollable fear and despair, “No, no, no! Don’t! Don’t take me to the Deep… Help, help! No! No——”

With a final scream, the cultist was finally dragged by the chains and fell into the dark cave. The entrance of the cave then closed with a whistling sound and finally disappeared in a shaking shadow.

The dim green light from the street lamps on both sides illuminated the empty cemetery path.

"This is a very unique escape route," Duncan looked at the sudden scene in surprise. After a while, the corners of his mouth trembled, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something, "Did Shirley and Agou also escape this way... But I remember that she was not afraid at all at that time?"

He frowned and looked in the direction where the cultist disappeared. After thinking for a moment, he found nothing and could only look away.

The street lights on both sides, which were stained with dark green, quickly returned to normal as he withdrew his gaze. The interlaced dark lights and shadows gradually returned to his feet like tentacles retracting in the darkness.

At this moment, a slight crackling sound reached Duncan's ears.

He looked in the direction of the sound in confusion, only to find that it came from his own body - fine crackling sounds continued to come from all over his body, and in the gaps in his clothes, he could see fine black smoke seeping and rising.

Duncan was a little confused for a moment, not knowing what the unexpected situation was. Then he suddenly pulled open the clothes near his chest and finally saw the changes happening to his body:

His flesh and blood were gradually turning into some kind of black charred substance. There were already many gaps on the surface of his wrinkled skin, and black smoke and ashes were rising from those gaps as if from a pile of firewood.

If he had not accepted the baptism of "opening his heart" from the beginning, this weird and terrifying scene would definitely have brought a huge shock to Duncan. However, he has long been accustomed to these weird and evil things. At this moment, he was particularly calm and even reached out to touch his neck.

The changes seemed to start from the throat - the place that once coexisted with the dark demon and was connected by chains.

Duncan immediately thought of the jellyfish-shaped dark demon that had self-immolated out of thin air.

After taking over this body, the "jellyfish" seemed to have gone on strike because it could not bear the pressure, and now the body of this cultist began to break down from the place where the chain symbiosis took place... Could it be that as long as the symbiotic demon died, this body would collapse as well?

Is this a characteristic of the Annihilation Cultists?

Duncan instantly thought of the biggest possibility, and even thought of Shirley and Agou - would there be a similar relationship between those two "people"?

I can ask Shirley about it when I get back.

But first think about what you should do now.

Duncan looked at the rapidly disintegrating body with some helplessness, and at the same time couldn't help but think of the body he occupied when he came out of the coffin just now.

Although the reasons for the collapse were different, the body also seemed to be experiencing flesh and blood collapse in the end.

"...Why is it so difficult to find a usable body?" He couldn't help but sigh, lamenting his bad luck. "It was much easier when I was in Plande than here."

He raised his head and looked at the iron fence at the end of his field of vision - in front of him was the entrance to the cemetery. Passing through the entrance seemed to be a large, deserted and empty road. After passing through that empty area, he would reach the bustling city with bright lights.

The civilized world of Frost was right before his eyes, but his collapsing body would hardly be able to support him to complete the journey. Even if he ran to the city now, it would be impossible for him, with his smoke all over his body and his body falling apart, to successfully obtain any information. He would definitely have to attract the night watchmen as soon as possible.

He looked back at the cemetery again.

There were quite a few lying in the morgue - but firstly, there was no guarantee that one would not encounter one of poor quality, and secondly, it took quite a lot of effort to unpack it.

This is truly opening a blind box, and he has already spent enough time doing it tonight.

After a brief consideration, Duncan raised his head and looked at the lights coming from the other direction of the trail.

That should be the direction of the caretaker's cabin.

Duncan remembered that two other cultists disguised themselves as death priests and went to the cabin with the caretaker - although the caretaker seemed stubborn and unkind, he was at least a loyal man.

Cultists are not good people.

He walked towards the light at the end of the path.

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There seemed to be some movement outside.

In the warm caretaker's hut, the kettle on the stove was hissing. The gas lamp next to it brought bright light to the room. The old caretaker was slowly fiddling with the bottles and jars on the wooden shelf. His trusty double-barreled shotgun was hanging on the iron hook next to the shelf.

Two men in black were watching the old man's actions in the hut, one standing at the door and the other at the window.

But their attention was clearly not entirely on the caretaker.

They were paying attention to the movements towards the cemetery entrance, waiting for a signal.

But they did not wait for the signal of "Done, evacuate", but only heard some vague and strange sounds coming from the direction of the trail.

The muffled scream at the end was particularly disturbing.

"Did you hear any noise?"

The old guard suddenly stopped and looked up at the window that looked dirty and dim due to the passage of time. He listened attentively to the movement outside the window - at this moment in the night, there seemed to be only the hollow sound of the wind.

"Nothing," the tall, strong man standing at the door said immediately after hearing the guard's words. Although he was a little uneasy, keeping the guard in the house was a higher priority at the moment. "Maybe it was just a crow."

"Oh, crows," the old keeper muttered, "crows are annoying creatures. They steal your food and then sit on the branches and laugh at you. I hate thieves and uninvited guests. Crows are both of these."

The two men in black looked at each other in confusion, as if they felt that the words suddenly spoken by the stubborn old man in front of them were somewhat incomprehensible.

The old guard seemed not to care about the two people's reactions. He just continued to talk to himself: "By the way, do you know why I listened to the lady's advice and brought you two to my cabin?"

The shorter man in black seemed to be on guard and stared into the old guard's eyes: "Why?"

The old guard finally found what he was looking for among the pile of bottles and jars. He unscrewed the lids and poured some crushed herbs into the stove, saying casually, "Because generally speaking, two people are easier to deal with than four."