She noticed a phenomenon.
The branches of these trees facing other directions are a natural state of growth.
But facing forward - that is - if you use a frame to frame the scene in front as a painting, those branches extending into the picture from the left and right corners look like distorted hands.
Maybe I'm overthinking it.
The girl collected her thoughts and stared blankly at the shadow in front of her.
She was dug out by her ladyship from the cemetery outside the manor.
Not only does it contain the history of this world, but it is also the origin of her resurrection and the mystery of reversed time.
"11:05."
With a "click", Xia Yibing closed the lid of the pocket watch.
"There's less than an hour left until the orgy."
Chapter 71: Desperate Situation
Across the lawn.
Walk across the wooden bridge.
Officially set foot on the territory of the manor.
The four-man team did not notice that there was a huge black shadow swimming slowly on the ground.
It keeps following them.
But it was too big and too vast, and they were walking at night, so they couldn't detect its existence at all.
"Hitzfeld, you stay here."
Perhaps having some kind of premonition, Xia Yibing suddenly confessed to the girl.
"You watch from here."
"If—I mean if."
"If we can't stop the Golem Curse despite our best efforts, then you can run."
"Run as fast as you can."
"I have a guess. The Blackwood Forest is likely to be related to the remains of an ancient god. That's why it needs a guardian demon god. And these remains are likely to be related to time."
"And you...your last name is Hitzfeld. We all know that the Hitzfeld family is now extinct and no longer exists, but Lilith was able to pick you up. I think you may not belong to this era."
"Perhaps you are from the past."
"At some point in the past, you were lost in Blackwood. And just as Pete's body went missing for a week and it seemed like 40 years had passed, you experienced a similar situation... and then you arrived in this year, 1983."
"You should really be a 'Secret Keeper'."
"So you can awaken that bottle of ink. Even if you are not a transcendent and do not have the same talent as us, you can still be unaffected by corruption."
"You are curious about your golden left eye. Perhaps that is your unique ability."
"Once the curse spreads, it will kill everyone in the area surrounding Blackwood City. Only you will survive."
"After we fail, you must escape and go to Wayne Port and tell them everything you saw."
Hitzfeld was stunned.
She did hide the fact that she was dug out of a grave, but wasn't Xia Yibing just making blind guesses?
She lost consciousness after opening the box. She didn't remember entering any forest.
"I……"
"The captain is correct."
Ethan stopped her.
"You stay here, we'll go in."
There is no longer the warmth and kindness I felt before.
The curly-haired man forced himself to stand up from the wheelchair, shook his uninjured leg, and took a step forward to stand with his two colleagues.
They nodded to Hitzfeld and walked along a crossroad that extended from the woods.
"..."
Hitzfeld bit his lip, and dissatisfaction and touching rose in his heart almost at the same time.
As a protected person, I really have nothing to say when I receive such treatment.
But, isn’t this assumption too idealistic?
Even if Xia Yibing's guess is true, well... she has extraordinary bloodline and is born with magical powers.
But she has not yet demonstrated this power.
Don't talk about the left eye.
In addition to helping her "correct her trajectory" in extreme situations, this damn thing was also the culprit that prevented her from sleeping.
She didn't trust this thing at all.
All in all, she is just an ordinary, weak 17-year-old girl.
If the golem curse really breaks out, the entire city will probably be filled with those twisted puppets.
How could an ordinary person like her escape by relying on her own two legs?
She wouldn't really believe what that old man said and think that she has a divine organ in her body, right?
Standing there, Hitzfeld calmly calculated the current situation.
She now has 14 rounds left.
The six bullets fired from under the car were all silver bullets, and the rest were ordinary brass bullets.
Out of the way.
I could blow Ivan-Gul's head off with brass bullets, and I could blow other evil spirits off with them.
But the situation now was that she didn't think she could escape.
Maybe Ethan and the others were considering it from Shadow Lion's perspective, and they would try their best to fight for it even if there was only a glimmer of hope.
But for Hitzfeld, she was the same - she didn't want to give up even if there was only a glimmer of hope.
It's just that they define opportunity differently.
She still has hope of winning!
"Let me see what else I have..."
Standing at the intersection and pacing back and forth, Hitzfeld reached out and felt around his body.
She took out the manuscript and sketchbook that were stuck in her clothes and close to her body.
It still has body temperature.
But it didn't work.
A perfume bottle hidden in a small sleeve pocket.
If this happened in Wayne Port, we would definitely be able to ask some big shots for help... but it's useless here.
There are also hairpins and metal buttons.
Maybe an eyepatch counts?
Then there's this damn collar that can't be taken off or cut off.
And this thing clipped to the collar...
This thing is...
A fountain pen.
"!?"
She was suddenly stunned.
She found an open space with good moonlight, took out a pen, and casually drew a five-pointed star on the palm of her hand.
Looking closely...it seems...to be red.
This is the pen that has been soaked in red ink!
The girl's breathing suddenly became rapid. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly took a step forward and started running wildly along the gravel road with all her things in her hands.
Here is the hope…
She heard the wind whistling in her ears.
I have to help them!
It is said that excessive joy leads to sorrow.
Hitzfeld was weak, and when she was about to reach the end of the road, her feet went weak, and her two talented legs tripped together, and she was about to perform a flat fall in front of the moon.
Supporting herself with her palms, she rolled half a circle on the ground and quickly hid behind a tombstone.
The next moment, a low roar typical of wild animals passed by from behind, and at the same time, a strong stench of corpses could be smelled.
Slit-mouthed wolf.
Looking through the tombstone to the other side, Hitzfeld's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
After crossing the gravel road into the manor, the next area is the cemetery.
She remembered that in the middle of the cemetery was a large flower bed with a very old and huge tree planted in it. There was a small open space under the tree, and she had the audacity to fertilize it when she was a child playing there.
And now the scene in the open space... can itself be described as a nightmare.
Tombstone after tombstone, every grave was dug up.
The bodies were so broken and mostly rotten that they could not be put together again. Only a cross shape was vaguely preserved and was dragged out and hung on the tombstone.
Behind each of these tombstones there is a huge cross. These crosses vary in height, with the shortest being three meters high and the tallest being about five meters high.
Hitzfeld examined the crosses and grinned slightly.
She saw clearly that those crosses were just like the aggregate golems and golem monsters she had encountered before, formed by the deformation of countless human corpses.
On each cross there was a person nailed to it, an old man, a man, a woman...
She even saw Joey!
Joey!
Didn’t he get separated and escape when the convoy was attacked?
How did you get caught and brought to this place?
She clenched her fists and saw Mrs. Glee.
That huge, ancient tree, it was burning.
Flames rose from its branches, as if they were extensions of the tree. The light illuminated the woman and stretched her shadow far out on the ground.
Zafira fell to one side.
Ethan didn't see it.
Xia Yibing was holding a long knife in her left hand, half-kneeling on the ground, with blood dripping from her chin.
"Ooooooo!"
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
The Slit-Mouth Wolves.
The wolf pack was much larger than any Hitzfeld had ever seen, with at least dozens or even hundreds of wolves, all surrounding the open space. Some were howling, and some were trying to bite the living person nailed to the cross.
"Quiet."
The lady raised her hand.
The wolves fell silent.
