The middle of the lantern is made of thick translucent glass, which emits an orange light, barely illuminating the surrounding environment in the dusk.
"Repeat after me." Cecilia held Roxelle's hand and began to speak softly.
[Wandering at the crossroads at dusk, ghosts, remains, and holy spirits of the past, please guide me in the direction of progress.]
Feeling that there was no danger, Loran Hill also repeated his words softly.
"Wandering at the crossroads of dusk, ghosts, remains, and holy spirits of the past, please guide me in the direction of progress."
As she finished her words, the lantern in her hand swayed gently, and a bell rang, then disappeared into the darkness of the night. Just as Loran Hill was puzzled, the crisp sound of horse hooves slowly echoed at the end of the street, followed by the creaking sound of outlines rolling over stone slabs, and a unique carriage slowly emerged from the darkness.
The two horses pulling the cart had no flesh and blood, their bodies were covered with dark skeletons, only in their pupils were blue flames, burning quietly.
The wheels of the carriage are large and thin, and the body of the carriage is black with black vine-like corners. There are also orange lanterns hanging on the four corners under the eaves, but unfortunately none of them are particularly bright. The overall carriage presents a dark fantasy style, which is very strange.
"Come on up, Roxelle, it's going to be a big parade tonight."
A headless ghost butler walked down from the coachman's seat and opened the carriage door. Cecilia walked up and turned around to say invitingly.
At some point, ghostly blue lights began to rise from the streets and alleys of the academy. As transparent and invisible ghosts shuttled back and forth, the sound of bones colliding could be heard in every corner, and figures in strange costumes gradually appeared on the road.
The night tour has begun.
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