Chapter 1439: Mrs. Mary
The night is low, the old and dirty slums are shrouded in thick darkness, and the dim light that occasionally emerges from a shack can't dispel the night, but it makes it even more dead.
Silent and silent in all directions, in addition to occasionally hearing one or two shit, this deadly place is like being forgotten by the world.
The squirrel still walked through the broken alleys of the spider web, bringing Hao Ren and Lily to the depths of the slums.
Hao Ren feels like walking in a huge nest and is heading towards the most chaotic and dirty core hinterland of the nest. The ancient city that lacks planning in the middle age is like a bloated diseased organ whose outer part has expanded. To the amazing scale, but inside, its oldest and most basic parts have begun to fester and decay. The once prosperous neighborhoods of the city have turned into slums, being garbage, sewage, mice and homeless. The blasphemy is full of occupies, these parts can not bring any vitality and vitality to the city, but they are completely unable to leave the city. The rulers are immersed in the glory of the dogs and the glory of the surface, and at the same time they are imprisoned by thought. It is so blinded by the **** stimuli brought by the witch-hunting movement that it does not pay attention to it or even if it is noticed, it cannot do anything about the decline of the city itself.
The era of mythology is over, and the dominance of this world has finally returned to the hands of its aborigines. However, these young aborigines are still not ready to start a new era. Humans have chosen temporary paralysis under the sudden change of this. I will use ignorance and superstition to protect my mind, but sooner or later, the Renaissance and the Industrial Revolution will bring two baptisms to burn out the bad and sore cities and the bad rot in the city.
But for Hao Ren, these are things that have happened and are finished. He only cares about when he can reach the "contact point" in the mouth of the rat.
"How long do we have to go?" he asked in an impatient tone.
The squirrel who walked in front suddenly shrank his neck. The potion medicine he had taken before was declining. This recession also seemed to affect his spirit, and his will was weaker and cringed: "just in front. Mr., just in front..."
"There is only one dead end in front." Lily's eyes were glowing with golden gleam in the darkness. She glanced forward and said, licking her teeth.
"It's that dead end," the squirrels rushed to explain. "Only the darkest corners are the safest, and the witches never get in touch with people in open spaces..."
"I hope you didn't lie to us," Hao Ren said. "In my opinion, you are already a dead person."
The squirrel did not deceive.
The three came to the end of this alley, and there was no road or trail ahead: Hao Ren thought that those roads and paths would never stop.
There is a tattered, mossy stone wall standing there. This stone wall was probably part of the clock tower many years ago, or it was a city wall, but as time went by and the city’s scale expanded, the wall belonged to it. The magnificent building has been engulfed and decomposed by the later buildings, and the rest is only the ruin of the old streets. The squirrel stepped forward and pulled a few rags and dead vines hanging on the stone wall, revealing some traces of potholes.
The traces look like little children's random graffiti. The visual observations are made with hard stones on the outer wall of the stone wall that has been loosened due to weathering. Even the most cautious and meticulous church members will not see these things. Any doubt.
But the squirrel carefully pressed his hands on the graffiti-like lines, watching him with a frightened expression, as if he had to press his hand on a red iron plate.
He just touched the wall a little, and then he trembled and flew back.
Hao Ren and Lily looked at this scene curiously, without any interference with the squirrels, and they were particularly interested in the medieval witchcraft that was passed down.
The graffiti on the stone wall suddenly began to wriggle.
Those lines seem to have life all at once, they struggle to distort the shackles of the stone wall, crawl around the wall, and constantly secrete black oily substances, just like stirring the pigments, these oily substances soon It was covered with a part of the wall, and the lines gradually dissolved in the "black mud", followed by the "black mud" slowly rising, and the face of a middle-aged woman with anger appeared on it.
"You **** rat!" The middle-aged woman's face was twisted and made a chilling, sharp voice. "You should be dug by the devil to get rid of the troubles of the heart! You brought two strangers!"
The squirrel burst into tears and almost sat down on the ground: "Mrs. Mary! Please listen to me! They are not hunters, they are looking for..."
However, his words just came to an abrupt end, an unpleasant smell of burnt smell suddenly emerged from his whole body, the squirrel naked, the exposed skin quickly popped up a large piece of red herpes, red herpes Constantly undulating, as if his body is burning with a raging charcoal fire, in just two or three seconds, the man fell to the ground and completely lost his voice.
Hao Ren did not expect that the "Mrs. Mary" would have executed the traitor so decisively, and the technique was so incredible.
He quickly thought about what he should say next and a few points of attention with the witch, and "Mrs. Mary" did not immediately cut off the contact after she executed the squirrel. Her face was still on the stone wall. And a sneer: "Oh... I know of course they are not hunters, idiots."
Then she turned her eyes and looked at Hao Ren and Lily, who were in the old gods: "Then two of you... the traitor who has been in the way has shut up, we can talk about it with confidence, who are you?"
Hao Ren glanced at the body of the squirrel: "Hey, this guy is really dead."
"This is necessary caution," Mrs. Mary made a hoarse laughter. "I am very grateful to him for bringing you to me, but I don't want him to bring in any new ‘guests...”
Hao Ren asked curiously: "Can you be sure that we are not a hunter?"
"If you are a hunter, this time you should have burned the **** holy flame to me along the line of witchcraft," Mrs. Mary showed an impatient expression and quickly entered the topic, if you just came to me. If you are chatting, then you will not be accompanied. ”
"I am a passing wizard," Hao Ren nodded. "This is my friend, a young werewolf."
Lily immediately showed her teeth and ears. If it wasn’t for Hao Ren’s time, she even wanted to scream twice.
"Witches and Werewolfs..." Mrs. Mary showed an expression of interest on her face. "This is a somewhat interesting combination. For years, no werewolves and wizards have come together... It seems that you are at least not an enemy. Then come to me. What is wrong with this poor witch?"
"I heard that you have gathered a lot of people and want to save a captured witch?"
"Ah, that's just a rattle of the mouse. There is no witch who is arrested, but if you don't say it, the idiots in the church will pay too much attention to us. Those humans have little power, but It’s really a hassle for them to gather with holy water. How? You want to say this? It seems that you are no smarter than the mice...”
Hao Ren frowned, realizing that it was really better to find an excuse to get into this group of wizards. After thinking for a moment, he had an idea and simply came to the door: "Well, the witch who was arrested is just me." When asked, I have more important things to look for, where are you?"
"You can say now," Mrs. Mary's alert look did not welcome strangers. ”
"If this stranger brought the news of the demon hunter?"
"what"
After a scream, Mrs. Mary’s face instantly disappeared into the stone wall. It seemed that she had subconsciously stepped back half a step because of panic, and then her face reappeared with a huge shock on her face: “You What to say? Hunting devil?! Do you know what you said?!"
“No one will make a joke about this topic,” Hao Ren said with a serious look. “How long have you been gathered here? One month? Or longer? Your news to the outside world is too slow...”
The expression on Mrs. Mary's face changed rapidly, and Hao Ren also noticed that another image of her model formed by the "black mud" was shaking, as if other witches around her had heard the news, and There was a heated discussion.
"We have been neglecting the collection of outside news recently, but the wilderness has been blocked very seriously, and there is hardly any news coming in," said Mrs. Mary, as if she was telling Hao Ren that she said something. "You said that you brought the news of the demon hunter, what evidence can you have?"
Hao Ren pulled out the holy silver dagger from his waist: "Do you think this thing can be considered evidence?"
The faint glow of the silver stiletto is particularly evident in the dark. It is like a condensed moonlight shining in the hands of Hao Ren. The moment the lady sees this thing has changed: "This is their weapon." ... How did you get it?!"
"Then we have to talk about it after we meet," Hao Ren shrugged and closed the short sword. "Fair trade is the long-term way."
The opposite witch seems to be still hesitating, and Hao Ren sees another one: "You should know that it is not uncommon for a wizard to wander around with the weapons of the demon hunter, and there is a werewolf around me, no matter what you have to do. What, you all need this power."
Mrs. Mary said gloomyly: "But beyond the power of control is not a good thing."
"That's how you weigh yourself and I know exactly what kind of era it is. In this year, only living can be the most important thing."
It was a long silence, and when Hao Ren was about to give up, the face on the stone wall finally opened.
"After tomorrow night, I will leave from the west gate, follow the guidance of the crow, and go to a place where the moonlight cannot shine. I will wait for you there." (To be continued...) r