A strong herbal aroma filled the room.

No, it was not diffused, but it appeared in the perception instantly - as if the strong breath had actually filled the entire space at an unknown time, but this fact had always been blocked outside the real dimension, and until this moment, as the old caretaker's voice fell, this ubiquitous breath suddenly revealed its existence in front of the uninvited guest!

The two men in black reacted almost instantly. The short man suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the old caretaker who was standing by the stove. He let out a low and hoarse cry from his throat, as if two voices were superimposed on each other. The other man quickly took out a few dirty pieces of paper from his arms and threw them into the air.

The low, hoarse and strange cry turned into a vague ripple that was vaguely visible to the naked eye, covering the space on all sides of the old caretaker like the shock wave of an explosion. The pieces of paper thrown into the air split into countless silhouette fragments, which turned into countless black poisonous insects and scorpions the moment they landed, making a disgusting rustling sound and rushing towards the stove.

The old guard hunched over, silently watching these sinister attacks coming towards him, but he had no intention of dodging at all.

The shock wave tore apart the shelves beside the stove, smashed all the bottles and jars to pieces with a huge noise, and smashed the burning stove, instantly extinguishing the flames in the furnace that were emitting a strong herbal aroma. A large number of poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions climbed onto the old man's body and frantically bit his limbs and flesh.

The old guard was almost instantly devoured by these attacks. His hunched old body fell to the ground and turned into a mess of blood and clothing fragments.

All this happened in just a few seconds.

It was not until the guard fell to the ground and the ashes in the furnace were scattered all over the ground that the two men in black looked at each other nervously.

Both of them had the same confused look on their faces.

"Is it solved just like that?" The tall and strong man looked at the wreckage on the ground in disbelief and said to his companion in confusion, "These cemetery guards who are said to be weird and dangerous... are they so easy to deal with? Or is this old man the weakest among the guards?"

The short man did not dare to relax at all. He still stared at the place where the old guard had stood before. At the same time, he quickly glanced at the small room with the corner of his eye. His brows knitted up a little bit, "Strange... Did you smell... The smell of the herbs is getting stronger? It seems that someone is lighting incense next to him... No! Get out of here!"

The short man seemed to understand something suddenly, and instantly rushed to the wooden door of the hut not far away. However, when he stretched out his hand to push the door, he found that it was as motionless as a wall. The seemingly fragile wooden board actually gave off the touch of cast steel.

An old and sinister voice sounded in the hut: "One of the dying hallucinations is that you think you are trapped in a room, and the passage to leave the room is right in front of you. You try to go through that passage, but you can't find the correct way to open the door."

The sudden sound startled the two men in black, and also intensified their already vague fear, which often turned into impotent anger. The short man gave up trying to push the door open, turned around and shouted at the air: "I don't care where you hide!"

As soon as he finished speaking, layers of illusory ripples appeared around him, and in the ripples, one could vaguely see an ugly bird-like monster standing on his shoulder, stretching its neck and screaming - it was a "death bird" demon.

The screams of the dark demon and the roar of the short man overlapped, and a translucent shock wave swept across the entire room in an instant!

The loud noises of furniture being torn into pieces and furnishings falling to the ground and shattering came one after another. The originally small caretaker's hut was in ruins in the blink of an eye. Almost everything was smashed to pieces by the invisible shock wave. Only the other man in black remained intact. The tall and strong man in black held up a barrier, blocking the aftermath of the shock wave while quickly glancing around, trying to find the hidden caretaker from the distortion of the air.

He had already guessed the watchman's trick - it was an illusion.

A hallucination caused by the burning of some powerful hallucinogen.

The caretaker used supernatural powers and the combined effects of herbs to conceal himself and acted like a ghost in this hut, but since his voice was still here, it meant that he was just hiding nearby. As long as the entire house was swept, the old guy would always be exposed.

However, he found nothing. The shock wave tore everything in the room apart and stirred the air, but did not force out the guard.

"Another hallucination at the end of life. Fear and anger will be magnified, producing a strong sense of powerlessness. Occasionally, one will feel as if he or she is omnipotent, and will even succeed in reversing life and death. However, this illusion will often dissipate after a very short moment, and then one will fall into emptiness and greater fear..."

The old voice echoed in the hut. For some reason, the two men in black suddenly felt that the voice seemed to become vague, sometimes far away, sometimes near, like light and shadow across a curtain.

"Devil's Breath - Now I know who you are. You are two Annihilation Cultists. Your disguise is very good. It deceived my eyes, but it did not deceive my intuition." The old guard continued, "Why are you here? What do you want to do?"

"The Lord has granted us courage and a pure essence!" the short man shouted. He relied on his faith in the Lord of the Deep to suppress the fear in his heart and gradually fell into a kind of frenzy of sacrifice. "You stupid earthly fakes are so proud of yourself! You can only be proud for a short time!"

After saying that, the cultist suddenly pulled out a pitch-black dagger from his arms, and then stabbed the dagger into his own heart without hesitation!

"The Holy Lord has granted me the power to transcend life and death!"

Knowing that it was hopeless and that he could not fight the cemetery guards with his own strength, the cultist chose to sacrifice his heart to the Lord of the Deep in order to fully release the power he gained from the "Symbiotic Contract" and make a last effort.

However, the expected death did not come.

He did not feel the sharp pain that he should have felt when the dagger pierced his body.

I didn't even feel my own heart.

The Annihilation Cultist raised his head in astonishment and looked at his companion not far away, but he saw that the figure had fallen to the ground at some point, with a huge hole in his back and all the blood had long been drained.

In the last few seconds as his vision quickly darkened and his mind gradually became confused, he recognized that it was a horrific wound caused by close-range bombardment from a double-barreled shotgun - his companion had already died, shot from behind by the old guard the moment he stepped into the guard's hut.

What about yourself?

The short Annihilation Cultist lowered his head and saw that he was actually sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.

A pair of red-hot tongs was inserted fiercely between his chest and abdomen, and wisps of green smoke were still emitting from the place where the tongs touched his flesh and blood.

He recalled that he had been defeated in a brief but fierce struggle and killed by a pair of pokers - just ten seconds ago.

"I see... people can't... die twice..."

The cultist muttered something, tilted his head, and died completely.

"The deathbed illusion is over. May your souls dissipate without blessings or suffering."

On another chair across the room, the gloomy old guard quietly looked at the cultist who had completely died, muttering expressionlessly.

Next to him lay his trusty old double-barreled shotgun, and all around him were traces of the mess left by the brief struggle.

The old man took a few breaths in the chair, and after regaining some strength, he reached out for the shotgun beside him, propped himself up with his knees, and sat up from the chair.

"It's really useless... Two heretics made such a mess, and in the end, nothing was found out," the old guard muttered, stepping over the tall corpse lying on the floor and the other corpse on the chair, and walked towards the wooden door of the hut with a shotgun in hand. "There are two more troubles outside. I hope we can still make it in time."

He came to the door and reached out to open it, but suddenly stopped.

There is a strange smell approaching.

A look of vigilance instantly appeared in the old man's eyes, and he suddenly tightened the shotgun in his hand. The next second, a knock came from the other side of the door.

“Boom boom boom—”

On this cold and silent winter night, the sudden knock on the door sounded a little harsh.

The old man didn't say anything, but just stared at the dark old wooden door.

There was a knock on the door very patiently.

There is no living person outside the door.

The old man narrowed his eyes. In his vision, there was a pale and dim outline standing outside the door. There were some distorted and chaotic light and shadows around the outline, but he couldn't make out what it was.

Not alive—but definitely not dead either.

What is this?!

"Open the door, thank you." A polite voice came from outside the door.

The old guard slowly raised his shotgun and aimed at the hazy silhouette outside the door.

However, before he pulled the trigger, a slight clicking sound suddenly reached his ears.

The door...opened by itself.

A brilliant and distorted starlight came towards me.