【The Modern Era of the Mystic】【】

Latest URL: The whistling of the north wind suddenly sounded in Fagar Taylor's ears.

Tai Luo stared at the three children who disappeared in the orphanage ten years ago, not only the wind sounded in his ears, but also snow fluttered in front of his eyes.

The memory was so vivid that it brought him back almost instantly.

However, whenever he recalled that night more than ten years ago, for some reason, Father Taylor always felt that the experience was a little unreal.

Just because of the scorched face that was illuminated by the moonlight, with constantly changing facial features.

Rather than saying it was a face, in Taylor's eyes, it seemed more like an ominous symbol...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of knocking on the door was like a person who died unjustly slamming on the lid of his coffin. This sound resounded in the ears of the priest in the lower city after more than ten years.

At that time, Father Taylor suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the gate—he had a younger face than he is now.

That night the north wind howled, and outside the corner of the window illuminated by a kerosene lamp, one could see large swaths of snowflakes being carried by the wind and flying.

Fargar Taylor felt a little irritated.

Night is his peaceful time. He just wants to read a book in front of the fireplace and drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed.

He just stood up, not wanting to be disturbed, when there was another life-threatening knock on the door.

Bang bang bang!

"Here we come!" The priest suppressed the impatience in his voice and walked to the door.

He opened the door, and the north wind and snow poured into his room like refugees.

An indescribable smell hit, and a pair of eyes that were so frightened and absent-minded raised.

Standing at the door was a woman wrapped in a headscarf. She holds a baby in her arms and leads a girl wrapped like a penguin in her right hand. The girl is holding another younger brother who is also dressed tightly.

"Mrs. Dollins?" Taylor didn't expect it to be her late at night visit.

The Dorinses had come to Newlander by boat from Lyon about two years ago. They lived just east of the lower town, and the priest knew them from their frequent visits to the church where Fargar Taylor worshiped.

"Father Taylor..." called Mrs. Dollings in a voice that was almost pleading.

Only then did the priest realize that there was something unusual about his wife.

Her old padded jacket was stained with a large amount of blood.

In the left hand holding the baby, there is a strangely shaped wood carving.

The wood carving is a sitting man covering his face, with eyes all over his body.

"He's coming...he's coming!"

Taylor hurriedly invited Mrs. Dollins and the children into the room.

The warm room instantly melted the snow on the wife's body, and a **** stench came over the surface.

"Where's your husband, madam? Who's here?"

Mrs. Dorins seemed to have gone crazy, grabbed Father Taylor's arm, and said in a nonsense manner: "The old people said that the people of the Dorins family...have to serve him from generation to generation...

"Juke and I...Juke and I came here just to let the children avoid such a fate...

"We thought that things in the forest wouldn't come to the other side of the ocean by boat!

"But he's coming! He's coming!"

"What's coming!?" Taro grabbed the hysterical wife's shoulders, trying to infuse her body with clear spiritual energy—but, such an effort was like using one's own body temperature to warm the whole snow same night.

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"That, the thing in the forest..." The wife's eyes were blank, as if she saw some ghost, her lips trembled, "That... the thing that plays the flute.

"He killed Jake..." the lady sobbed.

The baby in her arms was still asleep. The girl and boy behind were holding hands, as cute as two little shadows.

As if hearing something, Mrs. Dollins stood up straight, and stuffed the baby in Father Taylor's arms.

Then, she looked at the weird wooden carving in her hand, swallowed her saliva, and put the wooden carving on the baby's body: "Father, there is no other way—please take care of them!"

Tai Luo was confused, and his wife suddenly became anxious, and grabbed Tai Luo's arm in turn: "You can take care of them, right?"

In order to appease the other party's emotions, Taylor said: "Of course, ma'am. But, you have to tell me what happened..."

Seemingly not hearing Taylor's words, Mrs. kissed the baby in his arms deeply.

Then he squatted down, hugged the girl and the boy, and kissed their cheeks: "Grey, Michael...take care of brother...

"Don't blame Mom and Dad." Tears welled up in her flushed eyes, "We did our best."

After saying this, she actually stood up, opened the door, and rushed into the wind and snow again.

Fagar Taylor could only put the baby on his own bed and told his sister and brother to wait here.

The two children were surprisingly calm, just staring blankly with their eyes open. It seems that he has gone through too many drastic changes, so when his mother ran away, he still didn't cry or scream.

Before he could change his boots, he picked up the oil lamp, picked up the cast iron key and rushed out the door—in order to prevent the children from getting lost, he locked the door.

Outside the door, the wind and snow were a little lighter.

The figure of Ms. Dollings had already run away. From a distance, it looks like a dirty snowflake.

Fargar Taylor chased forward with an oil lamp, his feet in slippers were sore from the freezing snow on the ground.

The weather changed suddenly, and Beifeng lowered his tone as if he had heard that the devil had entered the city.

The snow-covered streets at midnight were as quiet as a dead city.

Wu Yun seemed to think that the snow here was thick enough, and they walked quickly together under the urging and pushing of the wind.

"Mrs!"

"Mrs!"

Taylor's voice was particularly obvious under the gradually clear night sky.

The lady who seemed to be mad had no intention of turning back, but kept running forward.

The priest was already a little angry. He swore to make things clear.

Mrs. Dollings, however, seemed determined to escape.

One runs, one chases...

Until both of them were out of breath.

The distance from Mrs. Dollins was getting closer and closer. Taylor just wanted to call out to her and raised his head, but the cry was swallowed.

Fargar Taylor saw a strange thing.

The clouds passing by in a hurry accidentally made the last quarter moon appear, and the confusing moonlight projected on a corner of the city...

It illuminates a figure standing upstairs.

It seemed to be a goat standing upright. He had a scorched yellow face, but what emerged from that face was a constantly changing, blurred face.

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Although the appearance is weird~lightnovelpub.net~, Fargar Taylor can feel that that thing is not something like a wraith, but something of a higher order.

It seems to have come out of ancient legends and was once worshiped by people.

Taylor instantly understood that there was a reason for Mrs. Dollins's "crazy".

This living idol has all its attention on the poor mother in front of it.

Suddenly, like jumping into the sea, he jumped into the darkness.

Then, the woman who kept running away was taken away.

When the young priest chased to the scene of the accident, he could only see a suddenly interrupted footprint...

—

In the priest's room, the fire crackled in the fireplace.

Elder sister Grey and second brother Michael sat next to youngest brother Tony, who was soundly asleep.

The weird wooden statue was beside Tony, as if covering his eyes and crying first.

The elder sister hugged Michael, her eyes sparkling.

The flame in the furnace crackled, like a cracking sound.

She held a black and white photo in her hand.

That was when Tony was born, and the Dollinses took them to the photo studio.

In the photo, the family is smiling warmly, and Nicole, the Bernese Mountain dog wearing a maid hat, is sitting next to them, grinning and sticking out her tongue, and seems to be laughing too - Dad once said with a smile that Nicole is their family "servant".

"Don't be afraid, Michael..." She hummed softly, staring at the photo, the suppressed emotions seemed to have finally found an outlet, blurring his vision.

"Do not be afraid…

"Mom and Dad, and Nicole...always by our side."

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