Magus Tech

Popovich saw the changes in front of his eyes, and for a moment his brain was unable to respond, and the whole person froze.

Richard, naturally, picked up the paper on the floor, glanced at it, and whispered to himself, "Is it here, you wouldn't go looking for it if you knew it already." After that, he turned to look at Popobo ·Victoria, said: "Why, haven't you seen that the person sitting in the seat is just a magic illusion?"

"I..." Popovich realized that why the old man said nothing.Because they are all illusions set by spells, without intelligence, naturally they will not answer according to his questions.

Such a simple thing, he really did not see it, it seems that he was blind.

Of course, he would never really admit that he was blind, opened his mouth to Richard and said, "I... I certainly see it, but I just want to try to see how real he is. Right, don't say This is it, what exactly is written on the paper?"

"What can I write, huh, what can it be," Richard said, "the other party wants to meet us, and it's naturally the place to meet."

"Place? Where?"

"Little Rose Lake in the north of the city."

"Little Rosse Lake? Is it close to the dry woods?" Popobovich was somewhat impressed with the place names when he investigated in Delan before, "I remember that the dry woods seemed to be there Is it a cemetery, where is Little Rousse Lake?"

"A larger cemetery." Richard replied.

Popovich's expression stiffened instantly: "Really?"

"Of course it is true." Li Cha did not make any jokes. "That piece is all cemetery. There is nothing else except the cemetery."

"This..." Popovich swallowed. "Why does this give people a very bad feeling, are we still going to see each other?"

"Of course I have to see you," Richard said, looking seriously and explaining, "The other party can send me such a letter, which shows that the other party knows us. No matter who it is, we must contact the other party. It only takes a while to at least figure out the purpose of the other party, otherwise it will be too passive, and the influence of the province will affect our joining the Truth Club.

Popovich was a little persuaded and said, "Okay."

"Actually, if you are afraid, I can go by myself. Just stay in the house and save some strange people to come in." Li Cha glanced at Popovich, very understanding The way.

Popovich listened, and couldn’t help but burst out: “Who’s scared! I’m not scared at all, okay! I’m cautious! Cautious, understand!”

"Then whatever you want, let's go."

"Huh? Leave now?"

"Otherwise, the other party agreed to be now."

"Then... okay." Popovich followed Richard to the outside, not a few steps, and thought of something, "Wait! Wait a minute, let me take a few more bottles of medicine, It’s really troublesome and not enough. Then, I’m really not afraid, just cautious.

"Then do you want to do some other preparations? For example, you can eat something to save your hunger, or drink some water to save your thirst?"

"If you say that, it's not impossible."

"..."

...

After more than an hour.

North of Delan City, Little Rose Lake.

Popovich and Richard, who are extremely well prepared, appear here.

You can see here, the atmosphere is quite gloomy.The so-called Little Rose Lake has long dried up. The bottom of the tens of thousands of square meters is covered with cracks.Occasionally, in some corners, there was sludge and stinky water that had not been completely dried. The surface was packed with mosquitoes and flies, and as soon as they approached, they immediately startled a large, "buzzing" like thunder.

On the shore of the lake, a large number of tombstones are scattered in disorder:

Some are newly erected, very new, and even some flowers left by the mourners that are not completely dried up;

Others do not know how long they have stood up. The inscriptions are blurred in the wind and rain all the year round;

Other tombstones broke from the middle, the upper half was missing, and the lower half was buried in the soil. It seems that the descendants of the deceased have forgotten the existence of the deceased-this is a kind of physical death, social identity The more complete death-the death in memory, the world will no longer remember the existence of the dead person.

Richard approached the broken tombstone, squatted down, and put his hand on it. The tombstone shook gently and separated from the soil. He could vaguely see the text above: "Dark Noel... respectable father... ...Died by..."

Richard pouted his eyes on the words on the tombstone, while Popovich looked around with caution. He was very careful, as if enemies rushed out of the surrounding night to launch attacks.

After being alert for a long time, Popovich could not help but turned his head to look at Richard, who was still reading the tombstone text, and asked aloud, "Hey, where did you say that the old guy we met with? Why? , We arrived, but he didn’t show up?"

After a pause, Popovich vomited: "In other words, the old guy's face is too dark. It's already around, but can't we see it?"

"It's a cold joke." Richard commented on Popobovich out loud, stood up and looked around, pointing in a direction a hundred meters away. "Is there a light there, go there to see Look."

Popovich looked in the direction of Richard, and after seeing it for a long time, he saw that there was really light, slightly surprised: "How come there is light?"

"Three possibilities." Richard said, "The first kind is the tombkeeper's cabin. The second kind is the signal to the people we meet."

"What about the third one?" Popovich asked curiously after hearing Richard say half of it.

"The third is the signal to us from the people who meet us in the tombkeeper's cabin."

Popovich: "..."

...

"Tap..."

Richard and Popovich stepped towards the light in the distance.

Walking closer, you can see a house made of wood.

The house has a high roof to prevent the entanglement of evil objects. The walls are painted with white dyes to blur the lines and patterns to disperse the imaginary evil spirits. A wooden pile with many knots stands in front of the door , Request the blessing of the gods-it really is a tombkeeper's hut.

The door of the hut was half-covered, revealing a faint light, the light that I had seen in the distance before.

Richard looked at the cabin a few times, and walked to the door without hesitation. When the door was pushed gently, the door opened, and then a voice floated out of the room, a little dumb: "Welcome."

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