Her hands were in front of her chest and there was something black in her hands. It looked like a broken bone.
Angele's brow furrowed. He raised the dagger in his right hand and swung it down.
The man took off his black coat and turned around, looking at Angele.
Angele nodded and watched the man take out some dry bread and meat from a small pocket on his coat. He handed them to the two children.
The boy and the girl's voices echoed in the hall.
"My family and I have been living in this cellar for about three years," the man spoke as he walked down the stairs. "Come in and close the door."
Angele ran as fast as he could with the dagger in hand. He saw a man in black rushing to the corner.
The girl felt like she was struck by lightning. She groaned and fell to the ground. * BAM *
The necklace was made of a small wooden carving made of a black string. The wooden carving was shaped like an eyeball.
There was no light on the black walls and the floor. Angele could only see some wooden buckets, tables, and chairs.
Angele put the daggers on the back of his belt and followed the man.
Behind the mushroom house, a man in a black coat disappeared from another corner.
It sounded like a man and a woman speaking the Chaos language at the same time. Normal people would not be able to speak the language without special vocal cords.
"You don't understand the Chaos language?" Angele was a bit surprised.
"Have you been living in this cellar all this time?" he questioned in a light tone.
"Sure."
Angele followed the trail of blood and arrived in front of a white mushroom house several minutes later.
The golden sunlight shined through the broken windows and landed on the floor. The whole house was brightened up by the sunlight.
"Me? I'm a hermit. I've been living in a secret place for a long time. I didn't expect to see something like this after I came out. "Angele made up a story without hesitation. He was also speaking in the ancient language.
"Who … are you?" Finally, the silhouette spoke in the strange Byron language. "Don't repeat it! Only the infected will repeat it! "He sounded anxious.
The dagger turned into a long silver sword. The blade crossed the distance of several meters and cut the little girl's head in half.
The girl sat by the wall and stared at Angele. Her screams were getting louder and more blood was coming out of her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Its entire body was wrapped in a black cloak, and its eyes were covered with black glass. Not even a single bit of skin was exposed. It was like a person completely wrapped in black cloth.
"Turning illusions into reality? Angele was getting more and more interested in the Nightmare Realm.
"Can we find a place to talk about the current situation in detail? I was almost attacked by a strange girl. "Angele raised his right hand and the silver strings returned to the dagger.
The figure immediately stopped and turned around.
"Hermit?" The voice of the figure was very rough. "I am a survivor, a survivor of this town." He seemed to be used to speaking in the Byron language.
The long dagger clashed with the black hunting knife.
The screams stopped abruptly.
Clang!
The man's figure was standing beside a bed in the corner, and two petite figures threw themselves into his arms.
"Yes, it's been more than three years. There are 64 months in a year and 100 days in a month. That's almost 20,000 days. I've been living in this cellar all this time …" The man seemed a little emotional.
Angele walked to the girl and crouched. He took out a brown necklace from the girl's chest.
* BAM *
* CHI *
"You don't know?! The only thing that can stop them is black. Any other color of clothing will be penetrated by them and they'll suck all living beings dry! "The man was surprised. "Let's go. I'll take you to the shelter." He turned around and walked to the left path.
"I thought she was still alive, but …" Angele's brow furrowed. "She must be one of the infected mutants recorded on the tablet."
The girl's skin was completely gray, unlike the skin in the portrait.
"What do you mean?" Angele's brow furrowed. The man pointed at his lower lip and shook his hand.
Angele could see the blonde hair under the girl's long gray hair. The girl was wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt and a pair of long pants.
Angele's brow furrowed, blue light dots flashed in front of his eyes. He followed the man into the cave and put the stone slab on his back.
The three of them were wearing gray hunter outfits, they looked the same as the people in the main world.
The man's body was shaking violently.
"Huh?" Angele was a bit surprised. His sight fell upon the gap between the two dead bodies.
Suddenly, he heard rapid footsteps coming from the mushroom house on the right.
The two of them walked into a mushroom house, one in front of the other. The house was broken and half of the roof had collapsed.
"Are you a survivor?" Angele narrowed his eyes and questioned in the Chaos language.
* DANG *
The man was shorter than Angele, about 1.6 meters tall. The man stared at Angele and started backing away from the wall. It seemed like he was scared out of his wits.
The man trembled after hearing Angele's words, it seemed like he was excited.
"Gefalia?" The man tried to speak.
He raised his left hand, and a silver thread flew out from his palm. With a swoosh, it blocked in front of that person, completely blocking his path.
“molasuxiliyeji？” He looked at Angele and suddenly said something. It seemed like he remembered something, so he quickly added, "Yehu! ygjjlinan！”
Blue light dots flashed in front of the man's eyes. He took three steps back and looked at the dead body on the bed with his brow furrowed.
* PA PA PA PA *
Angele wiped the stain off his dagger and walked out of the house.
The man pulled a stone slab from the ground and revealed the dark space below.
Blue light dots flashed in front of Angele's eyes as he scanned the girl's body. He walked to the girl and patted the girl's face with the dagger in his right hand.
"This is my son, Freia, and my daughter, Frea."
It seemed like the two kids were afraid of him, they hid behind their father and looked at him.
He turned the girl's body over with the dagger. There was nothing on the girl except for the necklace. The bone in his hand was just a normal broken bone.
Angele was a bit surprised, but he still rushed to the house without hesitation.
The door and windows of the mushroom house were all broken. It was not too dark in the house and it was facing the sunlight.
Suddenly, a corner of the frame fell to the ground and there was a nail hanging on the white wall.
In the crevice, a dirty girl was curled up in the arms of the corpse, sleeping soundly.
* BOOM *
"Yeah." The man walked to Angele and sat down. "Sometimes, lakes and houses will appear out of nowhere in some places. Sometimes, many buildings would mysteriously disappear in some places. On the ground and in the sky, all sorts of strange monsters could be seen. Do you know? I once saw a human leg walking in the forest. There was no other part of the body, it was just a leg! I don't know where it's going. "
The cellar was about ten meters long and wide.
Beside the table and chairs, there was a spacious bed. Two mummified corpses were covered by a white blanket. The hands and feet of the dead bodies were exposed. They looked like dried black tree trunks from the distance.
"What's going on?" Angele pulled out a chair and sat down. He calculated the time. One year in the Nightmare Realm was equivalent to 17 years in the main world. Three years, which was about 50 years ago.
He walked to the frame and wiped the dust off it.
The man stepped over some wooden debris on the ground and bent down to search the ground for a while. Soon, he found a pull ring, grabbed it and pulled it up.
A disgusting smell came from the ring.
Angele walked to the bed and removed the blanket.
Angele wanted to distinguish the Nightmare Realm from the other realms, so he called the Nightmare Realm the main world. However, it seemed like there was nothing special about the humans in the Nightmare Realm.
The sound waves were like transparent ripples that spread in all directions in the air.
A hunting knife appeared in the girl's hand and she tried to slash at Angele while lying on the bed.
The little girl was leaning against the corner of the wall. Her head was empty, just like an empty shell. There was nothing in it.
A black hunting knife slashed at Angele's legs.
There was a musty smell in the air, and the stench of urine and excrement. His feet stepped on the slippery and sticky ground, which was very uncomfortable.
Angele slowly walked into the room. The silver glow on his skin was getting more and more eye-catching. He looked like a metal man and his body was hard.
"Ezra!" "Ezraqiri!"
"What happened?" A bitter smile appeared on the man's face. "Five years ago, the whole world changed. No one knew where the disease came from, but it was spreading like wildfire. All the living creatures were turned into monsters by the disease. The Church of Iicolin could not stop the disease from spreading. The world fell into darkness and fear after the last chief priest left a record of despair. Sometimes, things that were illusory would turn into reality and things that were real would turn into illusions. The world became a mess. "
Mushroom's house was small. There were several brown wooden tables and chairs on the floor.
There was an oil painting on the wall. It was the painting of a family of three. It was a normal man, a normal woman, and a cute blonde girl. Her parents were hugging her and there was a sweet smile on her face.
* CHI *
"Ah!" she screamed. Dark red blood was dripping out of her eyes and ears, and the rotten smell was getting stronger.
Angele lowered his hand and looked around the room.
"Cover my whole body?" Angele was surprised. "Why?"
"No problem." The man nodded. He observed Angele for a while and sighed with relief. "Did you apply something on your skin? No wonder you don't need to cover your whole body. But why is it silver? "
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