Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

Behind the sunset, the endless dark clouds began to fall, engulfing the orange and purple horizon, and behind the darkness loomed a pale moon, and the hour was approaching night. There were a few passers-by walking alone at both ends of the dilapidated street, and in the deep alleys, there was occasionally the noise of someone's car bursting tires, and soon, a head full of curls stretched out from the upstairs window, shouting at the bottom, and a few little children laughed and gradually fled away. The kitchen lights in every house are starting to turn on, and it's time for dinner. The air was filled with the smell of honeydew in Georgian dishes, and a flock of spotted pigeons in the air were looking for their mothers and returning to their nests.

It's a beautiful southern scenery, how nostalgic, full of laziness and fatigue. I know that most of the people and things I see are ancient, but there are all kinds of feelings in the nightmare, the smell of flowers, the smell of oil smoke, and the clear broken sound of the eight channels, the curtain is in the eyes and ears, but it is unexpected. What exactly is a little owl, today is an eye-opener for me.

Krys shouted that we should stop grinding and get up and do something practical for her. I also know that I was dragged into the Nightmare for this, but her swaggering appearance is really annoying, what kind of taste do I have in other time and spacelines? How could I find this kind of tigress as my beloved wife? I feel sorry for this unfortunate self. I was in a hurry, so I had to get up, and suddenly I felt that my arms couldn't lift my strength, and half of my body was paralyzed. Krys heard me shouting and stepped forward.

"Why do you wear a bracelet of delirium? Look at your arm!" she lifted up my sleeve, and when she saw that the bracelet had invaded the flesh and skin, and her forearm had become black and blue, she hurriedly grabbed the widow's short knife and picked off the string, and said angrily: "I said so much just now, do you only care about smoking? The one who drags people in is called a nightmare, and the one who drags people in is called a nightmare, and the two are different! In a nightmare you are actually a ghost! You are limited by yourself with this kind of thing, and God knows how you became a wolf?"

After removing the delirium bracelet, she seemed to think of something again, and hurriedly asked the two of us to discard a body of thunder and all kinds of special bullets, leaving only cold weapons such as flying sickles, short blades, and steel drills, and said that if all the weapons that suppressed the demon soul class were bombarded, they would also burn themselves to death when they bombarded it, and she thought that I knew this, but who knew that I didn't understand anything.

"Wouldn't we have no chance of winning? In order to fight the ghosts, all these ammunition were collected with great difficulty! Now you say throw it away, and you don't give any reason?" I took off my stab-proof suit, took out my pockets, and pulled out a few familiar claws that I had missed a few days ago, and asked Krys, "What about these things? Do you have to throw them away as well?"

She reached out and took the white porcelain, looked at it in her hand, as if she didn't know what it was, and when she heard that it was a demon who tracked down and knew how to hide traces, she waved her hand to me and said that it was okay to stay, and sneered: "Who got this thing? "

"It's the detective in us, he's a direct descendant of the Browwick family, and belongs to the pan-world. The widow shrugged and replied.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it. Seeing that I was begging her, Krys stretched his arms, brought me to his side, put his head between his armpits, and said, "I said that before, I thought we would still be in the vortex, but it is clear that we were dragged into its memory by the sheep, so the initiative is in the hands of Lygia, and I will tell you what the complete owl is." "

Suppose a person needs to walk slowly from the east to the west of the city, the body will experience from physical strength to fatigue, the feeling of the passing of seconds in the mind, and the sky will change with the rotation of the earth, these are all three-dimensional biological experiences. In fact, there is no such thing as time, it is a circular dilemma specially designed by people for the purpose of calculation, and binds itself to it. Because of the inferiority, human beings can only follow the steps to appreciate birth, old age, sickness and death. However, in these ordinary lives, I don't know if it was a joke from the heavens, or it was intentional by the creator in the dark, and one day a special creature called the owl appeared. In their field of vision, there is no concept of time, just because the owl is higher than humans, and belongs to the higher beings whose souls are in the three-dimensional body, and the actual consciousness has reached the five-dimensional space. Therefore, the vision of the owl is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

So what kind of world do they see? This has to be illustrated with easy-to-understand examples. You've always played computer games, right? So you've saved chapters because of trivial interruptions, right? With that, it's much easier to understand. When the eagle enters the dream-like space, you can choose nodes from your own or other people's memories, they appear in front of you like a frame of water lantern mirrors, select points of interest, and easily break into this strange world by a method called stepping on the starlight. During this time, the Eagle is able to bring in and out items at will, hoping to change the pattern of the future.

Because of this ability, the birds have been hunted down since ancient times, and the high-level people in the real world and other worlds know that they exist, so they do their best to reduce the number of owls to less than ten, and envelop them for their own benefit.

"That's how the owl came about. And you want to find the other half who doesn't exist, it's wishful thinking. Krys laughed and rubbed my messy hair, and said, "You are an accident, fortunate or unfortunate to have acquired it, but in the end you are still a mortal at heart, and the eagle is neither a canopy nor a dazzling color, nor a diamond, it is survived by blood or inheritance." "

"Do you mean Alio-sulpit by accident? But the person who gave it to me is AC, and she claims to be a black narcissus. "

"That's what you said, not me. It is difficult to restore the essence of many things by looking at the surface and adding the inherent narrow understanding of human beings. Then she let go of me, snuffed out the cigarette butt in her hand, and said, "However, the owl can not only drag people into the nightmare, but also be taken into nightmares by others, so naturally there is a distinction between primary and secondary scenes." Now we are like that, and we are still the home of the old demon. "

As she said that, the setting sun hit her back, and I was leaning sideways to see Krys's body change. First of all, the face has become more refined on the original basis, full of provocative meaning; secondly, the hair seems to have grown a lot, and it appears lighter and smoother; and finally, the body, which is a little thicker than before, is not the bony body shape of girls, and only women can have the symmetry after they are over thirty-five. At this age, the development of women in all aspects has reached the extreme, and the skeleton has become significantly heavier. Even if you don't train often, you can do some physical exercises, and your muscles will appear, and your strength will increase a little more than when you were younger. Even if you were thin in the past, you will become plump and more feminine by then.

I had seen this scene when I helped her up in the Black Maple Tunnel, at least it looked close. Now, somehow, she has gradually become transparent, and it is difficult to maintain a false appearance. This also shows that the woman hiding behind Krys is a much older man, so it's no wonder that her tone and behavior are so presumptuous. She was secretly surprised to see that I couldn't move my eyes, and when she lowered her head to see that she had exposed her marks, she hurriedly grabbed me and the widow's wrists, and galloped forward. A puff of black smoke appeared in front of me again, and I waited for the three of us to plunge in, and when we came to our senses, we had left the lawn where the rooster was walking, and stood on a strange crossroads.

"This is a corner of Peachtree Point, right?" the hostess looked around, and soon saw the sign of a bookstore called Downton at the bottom of the alley, and asked, "Why don't we find that old demon and fight it quickly, why are you running down the street?" "

"The one who leads the lamp is you, we just follow the gods and the gods, how to find the enemy, only you, the restaurant girl, can meet the old demon. Krys uttered many unfamiliar terms in one breath, and when he saw that we were both looking at each other, he began to explain.

As a group of people who are independent of other forces and have no official signature, Xiaoyu naturally has unique rules. The lantern is to guide the soul man, described as a guide in the nightmare; the original genus refers to the reflection of sunlight falling on a metal vessel, indicating that the guide has characteristics that others do not have; as for the divine walk, it refers to the way of movement, the owl has no physical consciousness, so she can jump between nodes without walking, so it is like a gust of wind to come and go freely and quickly, without leaving a trace.

Between the three of us, only the hostess became more than half of the demons, so there was an engraved mark on her body. Both demons and ghouls are evil creatures that are different from humans, and they can sense each other's existence. When the sheep saw that he had been dragged out of the whirlpool, he was in a state of rage, and he had to find us and kill them all before he could go back. Then it will pick it up in its own home field, and it will naturally focus on the half-demon overflowing with yin energy. Each successful search brings us closer to each other until we finally meet.

Seeing that we were both curious, Krys finally became impatient, and rudely interrupted the question, saying that this common sense was enough for me, and that she was unlikely to pester us again in her life. At the same time, she began to taunt the hostess, saying that the secrets of the dark world were all in the hands of the high-level, and the disciples below were so ignorant that they couldn't even figure out what a small owl was. Just as she was laughing like this, her face suddenly sank, and she looked into the distance hurriedly.

"What's the matter? Is the female ghost coming?" I shook the short knife in my hand, ready to fight, and looked with her.

"No, it doesn't make sense. She scratched her head, reached out and grabbed our sleeves, hid in the alley on the side, poked out half of her face and continued to watch, muttering to herself, "How can there be bone pickers and black knights wandering around here, and where did they come from?"

As far as her eyes could see, there was a street garden, in which three children were running after each other, and a few ordinary people, sitting among the flowers, talking to each other. If you look a little farther away, there are two buildings rising from the ground, with a blood-red satanic figure painted on the side, holding a broken bowl in his hand, and another bowl written at the bottom. Anyway, I didn't see any of the most vicious.

"Enemies, don't inquire about it!" she pulled me back and began to walk down the alley, intending to hide herself completely in the twilight. We were terrified by her panic, and Krys couldn't resist the harassment, so he had to pout. The means are like owls, which are both mysterious and obscene, and they are loopholes in the line of time and space, so if they continue to develop like this, won't they be invincible? The bone pickers and black rank warriors mentioned above are the natural enemies given by God.

The seventeenth century was a prosperous era for the owls, and there were once fifteen world-famous masters. The underworld, except for the real world, is powerless against this kind of thief who enters and exits the back door, and hates it deeply. Since there are thieves, there will naturally be strips, and this is how these two kinds of people came into being. Bone pickers and black-tiered warriors jumped out of the Five Elements and were not in the Three Realms, neither ambitious nor driven by profit, just like San Vitale in the Dark World, a public police officer who pursued justice and maintained balance, and would often hunt down the eagles in the nightmares, and if they were unfortunate enough to be encountered, it would be a big deal.

The bone-pickers usually have a smile on their faces, and they will ask the owl repeatedly with the phrase "can you ask me for a haircut", and if you answer, he will keep chasing you, and the black knight is the priest with the dark Bible in his hand with his eyes closed, and as long as the owl walks in front of him, he will be captured by his withered claws. It is precisely because they consider themselves to represent justice that they do not hide it at all and have obvious characteristics. The purpose is to tell Xiaoyu that this is our territory, and if you don't know what to do, it's time to choose to run away.

I couldn't resist looking at Krys's general description, and sure enough, there was a wizened priest sitting in front of the nursery in the middle of the street, and a fat man standing in front of the nearby waterfront. But they are so ordinary, if they fight, I should be able to beat the two of them all over the ground to find teeth, what is there to fear. Thinking about it, I walked back to Krys and asked, "Doesn't look like a threat?" "

"You know a fart, the bone picker doesn't bother to fight you at all, he can casually release the hound Besasa, every guy who eats by sleeping souls will only die!" she began to sprint away in fear, and said, "As for the Black Order, it is even more terrifying, all the soul parasites that unfortunately encounter are dead, and none of them are spared, so I don't know where his methods can go." "

When the widow heard about Bershasha, her face was also as pale as earth, and she obviously knew what it was. Her boss, Bolton, is the kind of person who can unleash hounds, and this magic has been used on Miss Lukugu in the past in order to take away the sharp eyes of the Ten Thousand Abyss Ghosts.

Berthatha, the serpentine banshee of voodoo, often appears in dreams, and can also be affected when people are unconscious, but they do not actually exist. The classic horror film Nightmare on Elm Street, also known as Ghost Street, the ghost king Freddie in the movie, is based on Berthasha. She is the legendary Dream Controlling King, invincible and invincible, whether you are an unclean ghost or a human, as long as you encounter it, you will definitely die.

"We have to escape, why are you stunned, hurry up and make a lantern mirror and take us away. Because of my recklessness, the two people in front of the street garden twitched violently, slowly stood up, and began to walk towards the alley. Krys, whose face was covered in sweat, yelled at me that she would come back to settle accounts with me later, and kicked the waitress in annoyance.

Seeing that I was scolded by a female streamer who was a few years younger than me, pushing and beating, my temper finally couldn't bear it, and I just wanted to tease and ridicule her a few words, but there was black smoke in front of me, and the widow saw that the two of them had turned the corner, and the situation was pressing. She jumped again, holding us by the wrist and landing on another strange street. It was as if a sprinkler had just been driven, and the road was wet, and the last afterglow was reflected in the puddles, becoming a warm color before the night came. Following its line of sight, at the end of the pavilion slab house, there was a bell tower with a snow-white exterior wall, which rang the evening bell that urged people to return home. All of a sudden, I remembered the original appearance of the building.

This is the church where Ingram is pedaling to the church in Nightmare, who goes out one afternoon, straps a bag of books on a luggage rack, and then knocks on the door of the building. In other words, the corner we're in is actually hovering around this guy's attic. As you look around, more and more familiar sights emerge, such as begonia flowers outside the walls, rusty broken doors in deep alleys, and green doors of post offices. Yes, this street corner is forty meters away from the house of the corpse thief.

"Isn't it, we've fallen for it? It's not Lygia's nightmare, it's Ingram's?" I was secretly surprised, leaning my back against the wall, and began to try to find the gray attic in my memory. Seeing that I looked flustered, the two of them opened their mouths to ask why, and I had no mood to argue with Krys, so I had to confide in my observations.

In my opinion, the flat-headed man in the torn denim suit should have committed suicide by throwing himself into the lake and cutting off his life, and the last person he went to see before dying was the priest of the church, and the two had some friendship, and Ingram seemed to explain the whole thing to him. If it was 1950 at this time, like the airship advertising banner, then the vicious incident had not yet happened, and he may not have met Lygia yet, and naturally he did not go to Jiming Station. Invite the three of us to break into the demon realm, is it him who has to face?

This person is different from the female sheep, with calluses on his hands, and his IQ is not enough, which is tantamount to indicating that he is a tyrannical master, and he is extremely good at using knives, he fell madly in love with Ligia in his early years, and followed closely behind, killing many people. Because of this, the woman felt extremely frightened, and she had to stay away from him. I remembered that when Lao Dai was talking about the 2201 file in the motel a few days ago, he said that this kind of evil and virtuous people have a large number of evil spirits after death, and they are extremely difficult to deal with.