The monk was in great grief, and the priest's piety before his death seemed commendable.

Water flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to mourn the loss of such a faithful believer.

Song Qingxiao lowered his eyes, but the corner of his eyes was watching the old man with cold eyes. Seeing his true feelings revealed at this time, he couldn't help overturning his definition of the six saints at the beginning.

Regardless of the performance of the saints, elves or monks, they do not look like cold-blooded, ruthless, or even old treacherous people.

They are not good at rejecting other people's requests, and they are even responsive to a few of their slightly ‘blind’ requests.

While on the road, No. 4 spoke very offensively. The identity of several trialers was just ‘newcomers’, which was very different from the saints who were respected in the trial scene.

However, the question and attitude of No. 4 were aggressive, but the saint did not shout from aloft, but was so urgent that she refuted it with no momentum.

Even from the fact that the monk showed the true feelings of the "Holy Father" at this time, he was not like a person who had experienced several battles and lived for more than three hundred years.

If it weren’t for them to be good at cover-ups, and to the point where their acting is so realistic that they are hard to recognize, the monks and others in front of them are more like a group of lambs that have been raised for hundreds of years. Shows youthful faith and loyalty.

This must be an illusion!

She frowned. The 19 ordinary survivors who were brought by them must have had an effect on them. Judging from their squeaky performance, the guess of the No. 4 red-haired man might be true.

These people have lived for more than three hundred years and should not be underestimated.

Even if she has cultivated for a long time, her strength has reached the level of distraction, and she has gone through several trials, which is considered small experience.

Compared with these old treacherous and giant slippery people, the experience is actually very shallow. If it is a little careless, it is very likely to bring serious consequences.

The tearful scene of the monk before her was moved, maybe she just wanted to paralyze her vigilance.

She thought of this, her eyes flashed, and when she was about to speak, her divine sense suddenly caught a trace of movement.

'laugh--'

An extremely soft sound came into her sea of ​​consciousness, as soft as a night breeze blowing over the roof of the church, and did not attract the attention of the three saints who were in silent mourning.

"who?"

Song Qing's eyes narrowed, and he shouted sharply.

Her words were like a thunder, awakening the three people who were immersed in grief.

The monk shook his hand and raised his head, with a confused look on his face, apparently a little puzzled by what she said.

Their method of cultivation is very unique, and they are even strong enough to spy on the exchanges of the divine consciousness of two distracting cultivators, but they don't seem to use this kind of spiritual power.

The inside of the church was so quiet that the needles could be heard, and only the echo after Song Qingxiao's berating was heard.

Apart from the quiet coffin, there were no other people around.

After a while, the three saints exchanged a helpless look, and they all felt that it was because Song Qingxiao's spirit was too tight that hallucinations and auditory hallucinations appeared.

"It seems that the incident happened ten days ago." The monk sighed. After he realized that it was just a ‘false alarm’, he quickly refocused his attention on his notebook.

The last time recorded in the diary was exactly ten days ago.

This reminded the monk that when he was at the entrance of the village, Song Qingxiao guessed that the accident in the village coincided with about half a month.

But how did she know this? This thought flashed through the monk's heart, and immediately after this trace of doubt was quickly washed away under the guilt.

With regret, he gently closed the note in his hand:

"This is a believer who is loyal to the light. If we can come ten days earlier--"

"Sound silence." Before the monk's voice fell, Song Qing's small voice sounded again, interrupting his words.

"Song..." The monk hadn't even called Song Qingxiao's name, and a piercing ‘Xishuo’ sound suddenly sounded.

The village itself is already very quiet, and the environment of the church amplifies this tranquility to the extreme.

The sound of'Xi Suo' was like a soft noise after rubbing an object, even if it was subtle, it was still heard very clearly by the quiet three saints.

There are really ‘people’ in the church!

The elves turned their heads and looked at each other with the swordsman, and the two of them had suspicion in their eyes, but they quickly reacted and turned into vigilance.

"Stand behind me."

Everyone who has read the notes knows what happened in the church. There may still be cursing power left here, and it may not be ‘people’ that make the sound.

The swordsman's eyes became sharp, and he ordered Song Qing to say something, his body flashed, and he was about to block her behind, his gaze swept around, trying to find out where the sound originated.

‘Qua—Quak—’

Outside the top of the church, a long, sharp, rough bird's song broke the silence of the whole hall.

This bird's call seemed to be a signal. After the first bird's song sounded, one after another, everyone heard the'pounce' sound when the densely packed wings flapped.

Even across the dome, everyone can feel that there seems to be an overwhelming flock of birds gathering in the direction of the church above their heads.

‘Kakka—’

A large number of black crows fell on the top of the church, and when their paws grabbed the roof, they made a light but dense contact sound.

Immediately after that, the chirping of ‘quack quack’ birds cut through the night sky, making endless noises like an alarm.

"Black crows!"

The monk's face sank, he cherished the notes in his hand into his robe, and looked up at the top of his head.

"Perhaps it was the death of the previous scout that attracted this group of black crows to invade." The elf calmly analyzed.

In the time of talking, the birds gathered more and more. They not only made unpleasant and ear-piercing calls, but also bounced on the roof, pecking at the roof with their hard beaks, sounding like knocking on the door of the house. sound.

‘Goo-呱-呱 -’

‘Tuk tuk-tuk-’

‘Ticketika——’

The more and more screaming screams and the sound of bird claws hitting the roof and pecking, forming a unique and extremely rhythmic rhythm, pressing down from the top of the church, it is noisy and distracting.

"These black crows are not right." The elf felt that his emotions seemed to be affected by such a noisy sound, and a wave of boredom and fear emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"They seem to be summoning something?" The swordsman glanced around and said how he felt.

In the monk's mind, he remembered a passage that the pastor had recorded in the notebook:

"...The black crows outside kept screaming. Under the dim light, I saw the shadow of a huge black spider with a long tail on the wall, coldly looking down at us, as if picking up prey. hunter."

His gaze fell on the wall involuntarily, and with the faint light of the lamp of the soul held in the hand of the elf, he saw several obscure slender and curved black shadows reflected on the wall.

"Long-tailed giant spider—it's true—"

The few dark shadows moved slowly, like the long legs of a giant spider.

The attention of the elves and swordsmen was attracted by him, and they all followed his gaze and looked up to the wall.

Song Qingxiao's eyes fell on the coffin in the church, and slowly said:

"I don't know if the giant spider has appeared, but we may be surrounded by dead bodies."

As soon as she finished her voice, there was movement from the coffin placed in the church.

‘Gua—’

‘Crack quack——’

In the black crow's hard neighing sound one after another, the coffin also made a loud bang at the same time!

After this loud sound, the black crows' ringing stopped suddenly.

In the quiet environment, that reverberating echo formed a ring in the church, and it was still buzzing for a long time.

The eyes of the four followed the sound and fell on one of the coffins that was surrounded by it.

Song Qingxiao's eyes were sharp, and he could still catch the movement of the coffin gently swaying under the impact of the force after the heavy sound.

This scene seemed to slow down and magnified dozens of times, and it came into her eyes clearly.

After a while, ‘Clang—’

Another thumping sound was also heard from the other side, as if a ‘person’ was turning over inside and began to push the lid of the coffin.

These two sounds were like a signal, and in the coffin inside the church, there began to hear one after another non-stop clashing sounds.

‘Clang, clang! ’

The thick coffin lid was hit, as if the ‘people’ inside were eager to come out.

Violent movements sounded in all directions at the same time, the originally still coffin began to shake violently, and the coffin lid was slammed against the coffin body.

As the ‘people’ inside were trapped, and after a long time from coming out, the ‘people’ inside seemed to gradually begin to appear irritable, using more power than before, and the coffin heard an overwhelming ‘creaking’.

"Undead!"

The three monks also had the experience of dealing with the undead back then, and immediately reflected what happened to the three of them.

"Song is a newcomer, and Sai Ji's blessing will not allow her to survive the siege of these undead."

According to the diary, parked in the coffin here are the last more than 20 cursed elves in Org Village.

Ten days is enough to make them smoothly transition into fierce undead under the nourishment of darkness.

More than three hundred years ago, they participated in the battle to seal the sage of the Moon and fight against the undead, and they knew very well about these undead creatures.

Compared with the undead transformed after the death of human beings, because of the purity of the elves before death, once they are contaminated by the dark power, the undead transformed into the undead after death will be dozens of times stronger than ordinary undead, and can even reach the lord. The power of the undead.

"leave here!"

The oldest monk made a decisive decision at this time, and the three wanted to protect Song Qingxiao from leaving here.

As soon as his voice fell, he only heard the screams and pecking of the black crows above his head again. With this extremely rhythmic sound, the coffin in the church hit more intensely than before.

'boom--'

‘Bang bang—’

The reverberations continued one after another, and the cracking sound of the wood rang with every impact.

'Bang——' The surface of the coffin was knocked out with a fist-sized embossing, countless small cracks spread from the embossing, a large amount of black air drilled out from the cracks, suppressing the light in the church even lower .

It's just strange to say that the movement of these dead bodies was so great that the ordinary coffins bounced on the ground, but none of the coffin's lids were knocked open.

The black smoke and dust covered on the surface of the coffin splashed out every time they bounced, but the smoke and dust carefully avoided the messy scratches on it, seeming to avoid these marks for fear.

The dead body hit the coffin hard, and the force was so strong that the heavy coffin bounced up. The coffin lid was raised with a crack, but before breaking free, it was forcibly **** by those clean scratches so that they did not separate.

"This is the mark drawn by the holy water."

When the monk saw these scratches, his eyes were moved:

"This is the pastor here, the last refuge left for us."

But these restraints obviously cannot last long. The void ropes drawn by the holy water are gradually defiled by the black air, and the undead's hostility that awakens is astonishing, and these holy waters, which have no much power, are immediately pressured. Cover it.

"Let's leave before they come out—"

The swordsman rushed forward, and the monks and elves walked behind him on both sides.

Song Qingxiao was guarded by three people, who stood in their positions to form an arrow, trying to rush out of the church.

But these undead have been awakened, how can they tolerate them leaving again?

Even if they couldn't break free from the shackles of the coffin for a while, the coffin on the ground began to bend like a living thing, trying to close together and stop the four of them in the church.

"Go away!"

The swordsman carried the long sword and yelled viciously.

He didn't dare to display his vindictive energy, the power of vindictive energy was too great. The coffins that trapped the dead have already been tortured. If the swordsman's power were added to them, they would break open on the spot, releasing the demons inside. of.

Because of this, the swordsman can only rely on his own strength to lift his legs to kick these coffins open.

It's just that there are more than twenty coffins in the church. At this time, under the control of the undead, they all jumped over and surrounded the four people in the center.

He kicked it out with strength, and only kicked the coffin from the impact by two meters, and then the coffin banged into the other coffin.

Under the impact of the two coffins, ~lightnovelpub.net~ there was a ‘click’ when the wood shattered.

The swordsman's power to kick out was blocked, and soon other coffins surrounded him, blocking the way for several people.

On the contrary, due to the force of this impact, a lot of corpse energy gushed out of the cracks in the coffin that was kicked out by the swordsman.

The corpse gas corroded the coffin with the rope drawn by the holy water, and the traces of the holy water were quickly covered by black smoke——

Amidst the heavy sound of ‘clang’, the coffin lid heard a groan that was overwhelmed, ‘crashing’ cracked, and a dark shadow inside quickly jumped up.

A large amount of black energy gushed out, and the three saints' eyes caught the black shadow flashing by, and a bad premonition surged in their hearts.

The swordsman couldn't care about anything else, his anger flashed, golden glow appeared on his armor, lighting up the entire church, and he was about to cut out with a sword, and when he forcibly cut a passage, a cold female voice sounded behind him:

"Step aside."

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