Chapter 1327 Two hundred sixty-five

  The burning fire dissipates the coldness brought by the storm.

  The sound of wind and rain outside poured into the room, bringing an illusory figure.

The silhouette sitting by the fire shouldn't be called a man—his shoulders drooped, his melted face slumped like candles on a stove around his mouth, a human-headed black-red sarcoid hung between his shoulders and jaw It is also deformed, only because the sitting position and shadow are not obvious.

   It didn't notice the figure breaking into the ruins until Lu Li made some noise.

   "Ghost?"

   The mouth that melted to the chin made a vague grunt, and it stopped doing what it wanted to do, "I don't seem qualified to do this now..."

   "I am the exorcist."

  Lu Li revealed his identity to the "untransformed" who appeared in the Demon Slayer Association and could communicate, and briefly described his title, "The One Who Tolls the Death Knell of the Evil God", a title that could convince the other party as soon as possible.

   "Then do you know who I am?" Its head twitched unnaturally, bursting blood bubbles.

"Who are you?"

   "The Legendary Exorcist."

   It was quiet for a while, and Lu Li watched it. Although his facial features were about to melt, he could still tell it was a young man: "You are too young."

   "Have you believed it?" The untransformed one showed a sinister and twisted smile: "It's so foolish, it must be the night watchman."

   "I'm an investigator."

   "That's really rare."

  Lu Li couldn't hear that it didn't believe it or was taunting, but saw it stretched out its festering, black mucus-growing arm: "Pamal Rosen, there's one more incident with a senior investigator. You're not a local?"

   "I'm here to investigate the disappearance of the Lennon Islands."

   "So you were killed by those cultists?"

   Lu Li found new clues, but now is not the time to ask: "Your lesions are spreading."

   "Yes, they're digging into my head."

  Pamal Rosen slapped the throbbing black pouch on his shoulders, causing his facial features to physically clump together in pain.

   "Does it help to get rid of it?"

   "Don't think about cutting it, I tried it, and it turned out that I was dying, and it was alive and well."

   "Is there any way to save you."

   A living investigator is more useful than a dying investigator.

   "You're late, the island is dead. The queen is dead, the exorcist, the investigator, the sneaky night watchman, the one who ran to the heights, and the boat hunter is dead..."

  Pamal Rosen took a deep breath, the tumor on his neck pressed against his trachea and was spreading into his body.

   "So what do you want to know, hurry up!"

  Lu Li sorted out the existing clues and asked all the unknown key points: "There is more than one force attacking the Lennon Islands?"

   "The Lennon Islands? Oh no, they didn't just attack Queen's Island..." the desperate Palmar Rosen complained: "You shouldn't tell me this... This bad news saved me dozens of seconds."

   "Yes, more than one... The one who spreads the plague is a group, the one who closes the island is a group, the one who warns against the heights is a group..."

   "Who are they?"

   "Controlled officials, cultists, and... gone? No... no, more than that... what's affecting me..."

  Pamal Rosen's mind was chaotic and disorderly, thinking about what to say, which left many details missing, and what was worse, what was affecting him. Realizing this, Palmer Rosen took a deep breath: "It's your turn to ask me, hurry up."

  Lu Li had too many questions, the fog shrouded the entire Queen's Island, and asking for details could only reveal a certain building.

   He had to know what happened on the island: "Suppose you had a nightmare. As the experiencer, how would you tell the people around you what happened in the Lennon Islands when you woke up?"

   But the confused Palmar Rosen was sharper than he thought: "It's all fake... No, it's an illusion?"

   "No wonder why I've never seen you..." Without getting an answer, Palmer Rosen raised his head in a daze, "Can you change all this!?"

"…cannot."

   Perceptual hope is possible, rationality says directly: It is impossible.

  Palmar Rosen suddenly grabbed the burning wood in the fire and inserted it into the tumor in his neck. In the screams of tearing, blood-stained black mucus flowed from the wound that was smoky and smoky.

  Palmar Rosen, who took this to sober himself, began to say:

"A group of infidels first set their sights on Queen's Island, they wanted to spread the plague on September 21st, the infidels lurking in the palace and the Exorcist Society covered up their movements, closed the port, and hid all the ships to ensure that no one could escape. go out."

   "There is also a group of pagans who know their movements, and in order to compete for... offerings, they spread rumors of running to high places."

"The night before, the plague started landing on Queen's Island. The infidels started moving. The plague spread... didn't you say they attacked the entire Lennon Islands? Elsewhere maybe another group of infidels had the upper hand... Help the inhabitants, they... uh —!"

  Pamal Rosen growled tremblingly, drooling with blood as the branch stuck into the tumor and turned again.

   The consciousness of sinking into the abyss was briefly pulled back, and he roared, "What else do you want to know... Say it!"

  Lu Li has learned the truth from his confusing answers: many gods and monsters participated in this feast, and now there are only the last questions left.

   "The Lennon Islands are broken for what."

"what?"

   "The Lennon Islands were split into hundreds of islands."

   "Double-faced god...it's...it's made by the double-faced god! The church is also a rebel—cough cough—”

  Pamal Rosen began to cough violently, at first blood, then mixed with black threads and minced flesh, and finally, a murky black body fluid spewed out like underground mud.

   "I can't stand it... Gollum... Kill me..."

  Pamal Rosen gasped like drowning.

   "Wait a minute..." Before Lu Li moved, Palmer Rosen hurriedly stopped him: "Still... don't, I'm afraid of the pain..."

   He grinned awkwardly, filthy slime spilling from the gaps between his teeth.

   "Queen's Island... there are monsters everywhere, I'm fine with one more... right...?"

  Pamal Rosen, wrapped in firelight, spasmed in pain.

   "Killing you will make you less painful."

   "Really? It hurts...then...you come..."

   The twitching Palmar Rosen's facial features completely melted, and he could no longer form a complete sentence, like a beast covered in a sack, wriggling and struggling in front of the bonfire.

   The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and the flames shook slightly.

   The painful figure whose head rolled down gradually became quiet.

   But perhaps soon new abominations will be born from his remains.

  Lu Li left the Exorcist Association and returned to the lighthouse.

   For the pure black stone that recorded the eve of the destruction of the Lennon Islands, Lu Li was both an observer and a disturber.

   He observed what happened in the Lennon Islands, and now it was his turn to try to change everything.

   (end of this chapter)