Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

The crisp, monotonous ringtone of the phone echoed for a long time in the corridor dappled by the afternoon sun, making me not only doubt my life. Where is this place? This is the place where the evil beasts live. No living person can come here. So, who made this call? Could it be a trap waiting for me to fall into?

The two bloody sheep were still lingering dozens of steps away, swarming around like headless flies. When I figured out that the old demons themselves were the home field, I used the trick of shield and spear to let them kill each other, and in this way, I beheaded the two demons. At this moment, they can no longer tell where the enemy is. They are too busy taking care of themselves for the moment, and it is unlikely that they will devote extra energy to stumbling me.

The ringing tone of the phone is ethereal and elusive, as if it is rushing for someone to answer it. I calmed down and tried to identify the source of the sound. Over time, I realized that it was coming from Ingram's dirty attic. With this curiosity and impulse towards the unknown, I lifted the decaying wooden ladder to the floor and started climbing up. When my fingers touched the broken door, it creaked open on its own.

The scene in front of me stunned me on the spot. The shabby house that was still empty just now, only about ten minutes apart, was now filled with all kinds of furniture, turning it into a dilapidated and messy shabby room again. The arrangement of various wooden tables and beds looked very familiar. It was the place I had been to in the nightmare, Ingram's residence. No, the flat glass plate where the notes were originally placed was on the table, dirty socks with holes in them were stacked in a rattan basket, and even the khaki denim jacket that had been washed white was hanging on the back of the chair.

This place is the home of the flat-headed man, but I don’t know which period it is in. It can be either the past or the future.

But the reason why I climbed the stairs was not to steal his bankbook, but to find out where there was a phone in this room. But after looking around, I was surprised to find that Ingram was a poor and down-to-earth guy. Except for a toaster, he couldn't find any electrical appliances, and there were lighting fixtures throughout the house, and the wiring was connected to them. It was connected to someone else's fire meter, and there was a serious suspicion of electricity theft. How could such a person have a telephone installed in his home? However, the bell still kept ringing, so I had to work as a domestic worker for this lazy man for free, wandering around the attic, collecting dirty clothes and pants, and finally focused my eyes on a cardboard box.

After digging through various old magazines, I finally found the noisy machine. However, can this really be used to answer calls? I question this. That's because the thing making the noise is actually a piggy bank, a regular-sized plastic toy phone that's making the noise. I remember that not long ago, the military doctor said that they had found the items from Lao Qian’s family that were sent to the Empathy Association, but the pictures had not been uploaded yet. I wonder if this phone was the found item.

With great doubts, I grabbed the receiver and put it close to my ear, said"Hello" jokingly, and then waited for a miracle to happen.

"Eh? What takes so long?"Not long after, an anxious voice came from the other side. He yelled angrily and asked,"Didn't I ask you to come out of Shixia? What are you doing back here? Forget it, what is the situation between you and Luna now?"

The person who called was beyond my imagination. He turned out to be Eubisio the Soul Scythe. According to this old boy, after they got out of trouble, the first thing they saw was me and the widow lying stiffly. The bodies were lying in the mud, so we were expected to suffer the same fate and be trapped in the nightmare of a dragon scroll or a sheep. At this moment, all of them were surrounding our bodies.

"So," I swallowed hard and asked implicitly,"have you achieved anything? Or simply escaped?"

"As soon as I got it, that dazzling star was deeply imprinted in my body, and the snake embryo was planted!"However, the soul scythe opposite was not happy. He interrupted my question and shouted:"There are eight minutes left before zero o'clock. We must take advantage of the moment of peace to leave the vortex. Last time at the Yin Eclipse Dojo, the detective only taught me a little bit about how to narrate corpses. I can only rely on it to trace the souls of you and others, and that's about it. Therefore, I am not confident about how long the dialogue can be maintained and how much you can receive."

You are talking to me. Not long ago, during the Greentown War in South Carolina, Lao Dai temporarily taught him in front of the vault of Tell Sandbank Bank in order to identify who the enemy was. Due to the lack of time, Eubisio only learned some basics. , his ability to infiltrate the nightmare and find me is already extraordinary. In the sheep's dream, anything that can transmit sound may be a potential walkie-talkie, such as plastic toys, manhole pipes, or paper cup phones. But The main prerequisite for being able to maintain a call is that the old demon is not aware of it, and it can cut off such thin tricks at any time.

"Wait, let me ask one more question. You said you killed one of the sheep. Was it Grant or Ligeia?"I was secretly surprised after hearing the news. I couldn't help but grab the receiver and asked,"If this is really the case, then why am I dealing with two sheep at the same time?"

"It's a male ghost! It has been completely destroyed, even if its bones are difficult to burn, it cannot continue to be a monster! How could I know what you are doing? Besides, Rabbit never taught me how to use a flash wheel."The soul sickle didn't wait for me to finish asking, and shouted loudly:"As for the details, let's discuss them in detail after it is completely safe. Stop talking nonsense and get out of here quickly. You have to rely on me to find the way out."

"Isn't that cigar-like thing held in the arms of my body? If you take it out yourself, can't you wait for the dream catcher's response and find a way out immediately?"I was rummaging around on my body while listening, and not long after I touched the 铓铓铓. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel confused. Could it be that I brought it into the nightmare together, so that it disappeared in reality?

"There's nothing wrong with saying that, but you have to know how it works first. The 铓鶵 is a special ceremonial made by the Dream Catcher. It is not carved out by just finding a piece of old wood and cutting it with a few knives. Instead, it has to go through a tedious living ceremony and kill the stork to pour the blood of the stork to coagulate the colon line. Therefore, it has Spirituality. Although the se is on your body, the obturator hole underneath is blocked. In other words, its other half is trapped in a different world like you. If you don't withdraw immediately, everyone will be unable to leave the vortex. It's clear enough!"

"But we don’t know how to withdraw. Is this the natural result of following your method and killing the sheep? Or are there other ways?"I lamented and said:"I also know that you are very worried, but Xiaocanglan knows about the old demon's life gate, but she is worried that we will not want to share it after knowing it. Therefore, even if she is cut into two pieces, she cannot do anything. Pry half a word out of her mouth"

"The female devil with a thunderous sound urn? Have you and Luna found Miss Cosita? So is she staying with you two now? Eubisio was shocked and asked questions like a barrage of questions:"What's going on?" This is even more unexplainable! Forget it, don’t worry about all the trivial matters. The way to escape from the nightmare is actually very simple."

At this moment, I felt a sharp pain in my ear canal, and Eubisio’s words stopped abruptly, and there was no more words.. With the dilated pupil of my right eye, I saw half of my head flying in the air accompanied by a soaring pith marrow. My bloodshot left eye was staring at my right eye, looking extremely confused! I was attacked, although I don’t know how it happened. , but I have been plotted by others, and my head was broken into two pieces!

Shocked by the sudden pain, the plastic toy phone fell to the ground, making a series of dull sounds. When the receiver stopped rolling, several strands From an unknown source, black grease as thick as asphalt began to slowly seep out of the microphone. As soon as it touched the ground, it immediately dyed the board extremely black!

What happened to sneak up on me? How did that guy do it quietly? The sound was so close? That even when I had half my head cut off, I still knew nothing? Countless mysteries were running through my bloody mind. Soon, I figured out the whole story. Being able to walk through walls. It can only be one thing, and it is the Yin Zhou. Although I had a division of labor with Krys before, she was always concerned about my violent output. By coincidence, I killed Ligeia, so I threw away the entangled opponent. She went upstairs to try to stop me. Freesia, who was living in her, was full of lies, and no word was enough to win the trust. It must be like this. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get angry. This donkey teammate was so unreliable. I fought desperately to save her, but the little silly girl was always wary of me and the widow with the lantern, for her so-called grand ambitions. However, when the bloody vision swept a shadow in the corner of the shabby room, I Only then did he realize that he had misjudged again, and it was not Yin Zhou who actually carried out the sudden attack.

The depth of this corner of the wall looked particularly gray for some reason, and the Yin energy was strong, making it difficult to see through. The dark green In the background, there was a vague figure standing against the wall, and when it slowly raised its head, I couldn't help but be stunned. This is because this thing is neither an old demon in black robes nor Ligeia, but a head and legs. It has a complete human form, and its whole body is kept very clean. It has a pair of big, harmless eyes with a strange smile on its face, and it is looking at me blankly.

"Ingram?"I held half of my head that was in pain and cried out loudly:"Don't you hate Montague who betrayed you and got together with Xiao? Why don't you fight them hard and attack me instead? You and I should have the same purpose!"

But this extremely weird man with a crew cut stood as straight as a javelin without saying a word. He seemed completely non-hostile and exuded an incomparable intimidation. Wherever I went, he would immediately catch up and block me along the way. It seems that it doesn't want me to leave this place. The way this demon moves is very strange. It is like a ball of air. Its legs and feet are motionless but can move at will, and every false move will be easily seen by it. Whenever I see a gap and want to run away, I would be pushed back to the original place by the strength, and when I came back to my senses, it was already standing face to face.

After arguing back and forth several times, I felt that it was neither a sheep nor a yin, but another, more profound. Ingram had committed suicide in a deserted swamp lake, so why did it appear in the nightmare? Is it possible that after this guy lost his mind, he still missed his old lover Ligeia? He still felt strong Is a twisted melon bound to be sweeter? What were the veterans of the 1950s thinking? For someone like me, who was born in the mid-1970s, to understand it is simply more difficult than landing on the moon.

Although I can’t figure out its intention Why, but I probably know its intentions. Ingram has no intention of fighting me. There is a primitive fear in its heart, that is, it is worried that I will do anything detrimental to Ligeia, so it wants to trap people here.. But as time passed by, and I was already seriously injured, it was difficult to fight against three giant monsters at the same time even if I wanted to. Therefore, I thought of negotiating, and I had to let them know that I was not ambitious. People, but just want to take their friends away

"You can just fart anyway, but just staring at me with a pair of dead fish eyes will do no good to you or me."I leaned forward and said in a tone that was almost pleading:"Okay, I've shown all my cards, you can either retreat or start doing it, it's up to you to be happy!"

Unexpectedly, after listening to my narration, this man with a flat head raised the corners of his mouth and smiled inexplicably. Although his expression seemed very relaxed, it made people feel really ferocious. Seeing that Plan A failed to persuade and educate, I had no choice but to sacrifice. Coming up with plan B, I quickly turned around and ran towards the skylight that was just around the corner, intending to break through the rotten board wall and jump downstairs.

Following my movement, Ingram immediately reacted, and it rushed towards me like a whirlwind. Come up and block the way again. I have always advocated creating opportunities without opportunities, taking one step and thinking three steps, and I have already planned a strategy in my heart. In the first heart shackle square mirror, I tried various bullets on it, but they just It's like being thrown into a pile of cotton, without any wind or waves. There is one thing I haven't had time to try yet, and that is the glass bubble.A killer weapon might be able to do it.

If I'm lucky, hanging all my hopes on a tree is obviously not in line with my personality. If you plan to launch an attack, you must be prepared to fail. Naturally, back-up measures are essential. Many years later, I was lying on the bedside, smoking silently. When I recalled this hard battle, I was still secretly surprised by my former self. That's because the essence of second-hand preparation is to be unprepared. I bet all my luck on letting my consciousness spread. A tall man whom I met casually and spoke no more than three sentences gave me this wonderful idea. He is Dale of San Vitaleri, and he makes some careless remarks.

Speaking of this strong Moor, the first impression that impressed me was his bravery in battle, and the second was his fleeting strength. Lin Rui and I witnessed his last moment of life, his determination to die generously to save everyone. Of course, these are not important, nor are they the topics I want to talk about. Maybe Lin Rui no longer remembers the first acquaintance, which was when he introduced himself. Each of the six warriors of San Vitale has a nickname, some are called Dragon Slayers, some are called Honvassers, and some are called Castaways. Only this guy has the strangest nickname, called Wu Shi Zhe. When asked why he gave himself such a nickname, Zabi Dell said it was because he did not have any unique skills. His characteristic was to act on the spot and let his body react, so he was named Wu Shi.

When a person is cornered or is about to receive a blow, a few seconds will feel extremely long. In a brief moment, people will have hundreds of countermeasures in their minds, and miraculously choose the one that best suits them to deal with the crisis. To explain it scientifically, it is that the body is unwilling to die and can awaken in an instant; to describe it in more fantasy terms, it is that the human soul replaces thinking and determines its own destiny in some higher form that transcends human convention.

It was late, then it was fast. In the blink of an eye, Ingram was like a solid wall in front of him. I secretly called out"Hello" and took advantage of the moment when his footing was not stable. He held the thunderbird and stabbed at the other side's door. The old demon just then Recognizing my intention, he raised his inner claws to block, but still half a beat later. The mixed gas exploded in his body. I quickly threw out a thunderbolt. A white light with a brightness close to the explosion of an atomic bomb lit up, and the strong air mass exploded. The shot flew out. However, Ingram is not a mortal being after all, and this house is his home court. When half of his body slid out of the skylight, the entire monster body suddenly became flat, like a blanket that hooked all the grasping points. It was stunned. Got through it.

When I saw this scene, I was not surprised because it was expected. I quickly grabbed the last thunderbird and stuffed it into my big mouth! As for why I did this, I don't know. I just picked it up and implemented it. This act of self-destructing the Great Wall and burning his own body aroused the alarm of another dark force. Seeing that the host was about to be reduced to pieces, Velvet was busy gathering a capsule in his lower abdomen to wrap up all the overflowing gas. , half of my body quickly expanded and became a balloon about three meters in diameter. Precisely because the endless mixed gas was still spreading, the skin was stretched so thin that it became transparent. When the old demon was exploded, it naturally burned part of my skin tissue. Two mushroom clouds rose up, and the air currents between Ingram and I collided, forming a powerful vacuum blood explosion, instantly pushing us both to the extreme in two directions!

When I was blown out of the broken house by a huge explosion, the old demon was also knocked out of the window. This conspiracy based on destroying myself finally succeeded. However, before I could laugh out loud, I felt as if a wooden stake had been driven into my back. When I turned around, I saw that I had just escaped from the tiger's den but fell into the wolf's den. Two sheep were waiting under the ladder to trick me. It happened frequently, and huge wounds the size of five bowls suddenly appeared on my miserable body! With the dark red fierce light flashing, Ligeia turned into a volcanic obsidian blade again and chopped off my left arm to the roots. No matter how strategic I am, I can't make it past the end of the fifteenth year, and it's obvious that I can't survive.