Chapter 140 Fifty-five. The second knock on the door

  The fire was burning quietly, and the atmosphere of the wooden house became depressed.

  Some beings living in the swamp sent Lu Li this invitation.

   Whether this was the source of the "swamp can hear what's not its own" warning is unknown, but predictably, that party was absolutely in peril.

   It seems that after entering the swamp, the level of danger and strangeness begins to climb at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   "Let's ignore it..."

  Anna couldn't think of a reason to go, no matter how you look there, it's a dead end.

   "Well, if you can."

  Close the invitation and set it aside instead of throwing it into the fire.

  Who dares to say that the destruction of the invitation will not trigger some kind of weird things to happen.

"Why do you say that?"

  I don't know if it was an illusion, Anna heard a hint of pessimism in Lu Li's words.

  Lu Li raised his black eyes, with the reflection of fire and Anna in his jet-black eyes: "This is their territory. From the moment they discover me, it means my purpose becomes irrelevant."

  The invitation was sent by something in the swamp, which meant that they were not afraid of being unable to leave.

  Anna finally realized the seriousness of the problem and said worriedly: "We will withdraw when the rain is a little lighter, and ignore this **** tentacle..."

  Lu Li shook his head, now it's not a problem with the **** tentacles. He killed the wooden house family and sent invitations from the swamp shortly after, which is enough to explain something.

   Since he came to this world, Lu Li has adjusted his expectations of how weird this world is countless times, but now it seems that he is still conservative.

   "What then?"

  Lu Li calmly said: "Keep moving forward, and leave the **** tentacles immediately, if there is still time."

   Lu Li, who looked calm no matter what he faced, infected Anna, and she gradually became less nervous—until the knock on the door rang again.

   knock knock --

   A slow mechanical knock sounded outside the door.

   Lu Li and Anna looked at each other, touched the psychic gun, and looked out the door.

  This wooded house in the depths of the Shadow Swamp suddenly became busy and lively.

   Entering the perception of the psychic gun, Lu Li frowned suddenly, and said to Anna, who was staring at him with a questioning gaze, "There is no malice, it has the aura of a homologous thing."

  Several auras were scattered behind the door, and it seemed to be a human being.

   Exorcist? Or night watchman or investigator.

The    homologue will cause more damage to the ghost than the entity, to avoid Anna being injured, Lu Li, who was only wearing a shirt and shorts, got up and walked to the door, opening the door.

   The cold and damp air rushed towards him, and Lu Li's pupils shrank suddenly.

   A black figure with the head of a human bird stood behind the door, its huge dark eyes staring at him.

   The shrunk eyes gradually recovered, Lu Li frowned and said, "Who are you?"

   It was a tall figure wearing a beak mask with a long beak, a wide-brimmed hat on his head and the mask, and a jet-black waterproof robe that reflected light under the oil lamp he held in his palm.

   This image reminds Lu Li of the plague doctors in medieval Europe, the same beak mask and mysterious dress, revealing an atmosphere of ominous and death.

The    bird-beak mask figure did not answer, and the eyes behind the jet-black lenses sewn into the mask seemed to be staring at Lu Li.

   didn't get an answer, Lu Li's affection remained unchanged, but the left hand holding the door of the house began to force, closing the door.

   "Passerby."

   The hoarse female voice became dull through the beak mask and rang from behind the door.

   That door was still closed.

Snapped--

   He touched the door of the house with his palm in the hide glove.

   "I want to take shelter from the rain."

  …

   A piece of dried wood was thrown into the fire, and sparks boiled with the flames.

  chi...

   A drop of rain fell from the tip of the bird's beak and landed on the stones surrounding the fire, where it was baked and evaporated.

   Even if he entered the wooden house, the beak mask figure had no intention of speaking or taking off the mask.

  Anna floated to Lu Li's side, afraid to look at the bird-beak masked figure sitting opposite her with curiosity.

  The bird's beak mask tilted to one side indistinctly, Lu Li turned his head and looked at the psychic gun beside him.

   Recognize it?

"thanks."

   Perhaps because of the psychic gun, the beak mask figure said the first sentence after entering the wooden house.

   The voice that was blocked by the mask was still dull and hoarse, but it could be recognized that it was a female voice, and what I heard outside the door before was not a hallucination.

   "You're welcome, this is not my house." Lu Li replied.

   The petrified corpses kneeling and praying and the corpses and debris of a family were still piled up outside the door, and it was impossible not to see the bird-beak mask.

  The brief conversation ended, and the wooden house fell into dead silence again.

  Ana began to feel awkward.

   The atmosphere looks so uncomfortable...

   The howling wind outside couldn't make the atmosphere natural. This strange stalemate lasted for a while, and finally broke when Lu Li picked up the kettle.

   Just opened the door and brought humidity, coupled with the excessive use of the psychic gun, Lu Li's body temperature has not returned to the normal level.

   "I'll go get the clothes."

  Anna said, carefully bypassing the bird's beak mask figure, picked up Lu Li's woolen trench coat hanging behind the door, turned around and fluttered.

   At this moment, the beak mask figure suddenly moved.

   She stood up, raised her hand and pulled out a dark umbrella from behind, and stabbed Anna!

  Lu Li also picked up the psychic gun at this moment and aimed it at the beak mask.

  The beak mask is just leather sewn and has zero protection in the face of bullets.

   "She's a ghost." Umama stopped in front of Anna's chest, and the bird-beak mask figure whispered.

   "But it won't hurt anyone."

"Will do."

   "You still have three seconds, don't let go of Anna and shoot." Lu Li's tone changed to indifference, without emotion, and he said concisely.

"one."

   "She is a ghost." The beak mask figure repeated again.

"three."

   Lu Li's fingers pulled the trigger.

   "Another lunatic."

   The bird-beak masked figure scolded, unwilling to drop his arms, and removed the umbrella tip.

  Lu Li was indifferent, watching the frightened Anna return to his side, and then dropped the psychic gun that was so cold that it was almost hot.

   Suddenly, Lu Li turned his head to look at the window. He felt a figure leaning on the window and peeking out, but in fact there was nothing—because the window had been sealed with wooden boards.

  Lu Li's Sanity has dropped to the brink of hallucination.

   "Who sent it?" asked the beak mask figure.

   "Who sent it." Lu Li replied.

   "Invitation."

   "Something in the swamp."

"can you give me."

  Lu Li paused for a while, then picked up the invitation card beside him and threw it at the bird's beak mask: "Take it."

  The beak mask figure put away the invitation, picked up the oil lamp at his feet, and turned to leave.

  The rain poured into the wooden house, and the beak mask figure stopped walking, and the words began to increase for the first time: "Leave as soon as possible, this swamp is becoming unwelcome."

  .

  The door was closed, and the beak mask figure disappeared behind the door.

"what happened……?"

   The successive changes made Anna unable to react.

   "Perhaps she's here for invitations."

   Lu Li replied, his eyes seemed to penetrate the door, looking at the back that walked into the depths of the jungle.

   (end of this chapter)