Again - almost - because she wasn't sure for the moment that he was actually human.
The atmosphere in this place is a bit weird...
Looking around, she didn't think this was a normal street.
The houses on both sides are rather run-down and look quite old. But no matter what period it is, they shouldn't be unable to afford fat candles at night, right?
Except for those small mountain villages that were so poor that no one would want to go there, she had never seen a town so dark at night. The streets on both sides were pitch black, there were no fires, no lights, and the only source of light actually came from the moon.
To be fair, this was also an extremely magnificent scene: the moon hung in the sky like a giant eye, and from time to time strange black smoke gathered nearby, which were all dark clouds rolling in from the night sky.
There is no scene more suitable for a strange novel or a horror story than this, Hitzfeld thought, and then turned his gaze to the figure in front of him.
It would be more appropriate if this guy stretched out his clothes and turned into a monster under the moonlight.
The man did not turn into a monster as she had expected. He stayed at the door of the church - or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say monastery - for a while, and finally walked forward and pushed the door open.
Is this parish hub unmanned?
Hitzfeld frowned, lowered his head, and saw the hem of the skirt spreading beneath him.
Her outfit didn't change, she just couldn't use White Whale here.
After thinking for a while, she pressed her left eye lightly, took a step forward and followed him, intending to see what he wanted to do.
There seems to be really no one in this damn place.
From time to time, there were strange noises coming from the distance, like howling or screaming. Hitzfeld tried not to pay attention to them. She walked faster and followed the man carefully. She came to the back hall with him and stopped at the prayer table.
There was a silhouette on the prayer table that looked like a human.
She saw the man kneeling down in front of it, saying, "Merciful Lord... please tell me why you left us..."
His voice echoed here, but there was no answer for a long time.
Hitzfeld gradually saw clearly that the thing on it was not a person, but a statue of a goddess.
"You shouldn't have come at this time!"
There was a sudden scolding from the front.
Hitzfeld looked up and saw an old man in a white robe running onto the stage in a panic, poking the man with his finger.
"Did you close the door?"
"closed."
"Are you sure you're not being followed?"
"determine."
"Then you are still - too reckless!"
The old man took a long time to utter these words, then he rolled down from the table, opening his hand as the man tried to take his hand.
After coming down, he straightened his robes and slowed down his voice: "It's actually useless for you to come here."
"The goddess is fake. Maybe they are right. There has never been a goddess..."
"It must be true." The man retorted, "Only the most ignorant people would think so. A truly wise person can see how much of history cannot be explained by pure science."
"But what's the point of studying this now? Even if she once existed, she doesn't exist now."
"So I came to ask you why she left, and why she didn't take us with her."
"how could I know!"
The old man was almost going crazy.
"Oh my god! Can you please stop dwelling on this!"
boom! ! !
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the front - the direction where the man came in.
"Who?"
The two looked over there at the same time. At first, they didn't find anything, but they found Hitzfeld hiding in the shadows.
"who are you?"
The man in the black suit raised his cane, and the old man in the white robe took out a pistol from somewhere and pointed it at the girl tremblingly.
"Come out... raise your hands! Let me see what you have in your hands!"
They can actually see me?
Hitzfeld was astonished.
She quickly realized that the Sea of Time must be tied to her, and she might have been regarded as a part of itself by the Sea of Time.
If you look at it this way, as long as Aisuen Hitzfeld appears in a period of history, she will be regarded by the Sea of Time as that period of history itself.
This was a really new and interesting experience... Didn't he think she couldn't tell that the pistol was empty?
And even if there were bullets, they wouldn't be faster than the dead bone ice needles.
So she was not afraid. She pretended to be an ordinary person and walked out, raising her hands obediently as required.
"a child?"
When they saw her face clearly, the two people in front breathed a sigh of relief.
Strictly speaking, Hitzfeld is not a child anymore, but compared to the ages of these two, the term is not wrong.
"How did you get here? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
The old man in white robe walked up quickly and grabbed her wrist without waiting for Hitzfeld to say anything.
"Come on!"
"If you don't want to turn into a piece of wood, follow me!"
He said to turn into wood -
As he was being dragged, Hitzfeld had an epiphany.
She seemed to know...
Heimu Town, this should be the Heimu Town of the past!
So the atmosphere is so heavy now, is the first golem curse breaking out?
"Where are you taking her?"
The man in black shouted from behind.
"Go through the secret passage!" the old man growled.
"Not everyone is as eager to die as you are! You weirdo!"
"Then you go!" The man in black held out his hand to him, "Give me the gun, I'll go find them! Buy time!"
"You are crazy!"
The old man almost screamed softly.
"Get over here right now!"
"Rafa Pisis——"
Three chapters later, recommend a friend's book
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Chapter 90: Historical Turn 2
The man in black didn't say anything. He didn't continue to reach out for the gun, but he didn't step forward as ordered. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the antechamber where the noise came from.
Hitzfeld didn't react, or rather, she didn't quite understand what she could do, so when the old man let go of her hand and pounced on the man, she didn't do anything to stop him.
The man was knocked to the ground, and the two men wrestled on the ground, knocking the prayer bench to pieces in the process, but there was a disparity in strength, and the man quickly overpowered the old man.
They fought so hard that the empty gun fell to the side. When the old man fell, a small paper box flew out and landed at the girl's feet, and the contents were scattered everywhere.
"What are you crazy about...?" The man dropped his cane and glared at the old man with a flushed face, ignoring the fact that the old man was strangling his neck.
"You will die... You will die!!" The old man just kept repeating this sentence, but he did not give any further explanation, which made it seem that he thought it would be better to strangle the man to death here than to let him go out to die.
Only Hitzfeld noticed the fourth guest in the back room.
The noise came from above. The opponent's hiding ability was very strong. He climbed up the wall with his whole body attached, and did not make any noise the whole time.
If Hitzfeld hadn't been so sensitive to the stench of a corpse, she wouldn't have looked for it everywhere in the first place, and she wouldn't have found it so quickly.
The two men were still fighting for some inexplicable reason. She had no intention of stopping them. She just quietly bent down, picked up the gun, removed the magazine, and reached for the scattered things on the ground.
"boom!"
The sound of gunfire finally woke the two men up.
They stopped fighting and looked up at Hitzfeld, discovering that the unknown one-eyed girl had loaded the pistol at some point and was aiming it at the ceiling, chasing a blurry black shadow with a burst of fire.
“Chichi…quack!!!”
The black shadow's movements were extremely agile, and it moved on the ceiling as if it were walking on flat ground. But even so, it was still lured to the edge of a blind spot by the spearmanship inherited from the shadow lion, and a cluster of blood suddenly burst out of its body.
"Hit it!" the man shouted. "Well done!"
"It's the demon of fear." The old man didn't feel happy at all. He started to push the man up there, "Get down! Get down quickly!"
The man didn't notice and was kicked to the ground by him. When he got up, he found that the old man had staggered out of the side door, with only a piece of his clothes moving in his sight.
He finally realized how serious the problem was. He crawled to his feet and ran a few steps in that direction.
But what about her…?
At this moment, he suddenly had an extremely strong sense of tearing.
That's Arthur - the old guy from before, he shouldn't be alive.
Yes, if it weren't for this girl, at least one of him and I would have died in the sneak attack of this terrifying demon. I should have tried my best to escape from here instead of thinking about whether to stop at this moment.
He thought so, but he still stopped. Mr. Lafa Pisis thought that this cowardly behavior could not pass his inner judgment, so he could not just run away, and at least help the girl.
"That's a demon of terror..." But he found that what he could do was really limited. He could only freeze in place and stammer out a reminder: "Nightmare... Demon of terror... The more terrifying they are, the stronger they are... It must have tracked me down to find this place..."
At this point, he shut up, because he suddenly realized that Arthur's hatred for him was not without reason.
The town is now as chaotic as the Gray Fog Area. With great difficulty, the people in the monastery can hide. Why should I come here to pray before taking any action?
If one's faith is faithful, then it doesn't matter where one prays. He doesn't have to do this... He doesn't have to come here to see the goddess.
Guilt made him lose consciousness for a short time, so he did not see that scene: the mysterious girl quietly summoned an ice needle.
"Quack!!!"
She inserted the ice needle into the rifle's rifling, and the fire suppression was temporarily stopped. The injured monster was obviously aware of this, and it climbed up the shutter little by little, finally revealing its appearance at this time.
From the outside, it looks like a monkey. Its facial bones are similar to those of humans, but it has no eyes, and its torso is connected to four arms, and each arm looks like a hand.
The most terrifying thing was its belly. When it jumped onto the long table and stood up facing Hitzfeld, its belly was revealed - it was a sunken cavity, filled with densely packed short human hands waving outwards.
"run!"
"boom!"
The man's roar and the gunshot sounded almost at the same time.
Rafa Pisis was stunned for a moment again, then looked at the golem again - it had suffered some kind of huge impact out of nowhere, and its body flew backwards, rolling into the gap between the long table and the wall and lay motionless.
"How did you do it..." His voice was trembling with shock. He walked towards the girl step by step and looked at her face. "How did you do it... huh?"
But now is not the time to dwell on this.
He realized that no matter how she did it, this level of attack was not enough to kill the horror.
The monastery is not without silver bullets, but Arthur and others still have to hide. They are not only afraid of those wooden monsters, but also these hateful speculators - the embodiment of fear born from nightmares!
So without saying a word, he grabbed the other person's arm through the sleeve and forcibly took her away from here.
Hitzfeld didn't struggle.
Because it is not necessary and meaningless.
When she left the back hall, she looked back and saw a layer of white, crystal-clear reflective material spreading on the wall where the horror had fallen, with white smoke faintly emitting.
