The skinny crow stayed on the black eaves, let out a strange cry, and then fluttered its wings and flew away.
The drainage ditch next to the road was filled with yellow-green water with a layer of oil paint floating on it, exuding a nauseating smell. The wet rats emerged from the sewage with a splash, holding minced meat from nowhere in their hands...
"It stinks..." There is a lingering stench in this densely foggy city.
"Sean, you're hurt!" Olivia said from behind.
While running, Sean looked at his body.
I didn't realize that I was running away with all my strength just now, but now I have dozens of wounds of various sizes on my body...
They were all scratched by those rusty doll limbs.
The most terrifying wounds were on the right arm and leg. The flesh of the two wounds was opened, the shiny fat was exposed to the air, and the bright red muscles could even be seen...
The pain hidden by the crazy secretion of adrenaline hit him, and Sean felt like he had a fever and was dizzy.
The smelling salts he just inhaled restored a little spiritual power to Sean's soul.
Originally intended to prevent unexpected situations, Sean had to use the "Elixir Mist" to treat wounds all over his body first.
The shiny yellow-green mist covered the wounds on the body, and the small wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, due to insufficient spiritual power, the large wounds on the body only stopped bleeding and were still open...
"Whenever it rains, it pours..." Sean deeply understands what it means to be unlucky.
However, the elixir mist just now made the fever subside a little.
Running on the dead-silent, slippery and stinking stone streets, Sean heard the sound of metal hitting the ground as the doll walked behind him...
"No, you will be caught up like this." Sean, who had no spiritual power, felt helpless.
Let Olivia face the deformed monster alone, and there is no possibility of winning.
Sean pulled Olivia into a nearby wooden house.
In the darkness, Sean used the crimson bond to keep Olivia quiet.
The puppet quickly hugged its body and stopped all movements, suppressing the sound of the flywheel inside its body.
Sean held his breath. There is no need to restrain the spiritual essence - he has used up all his spiritual power, and the reaction of his soul is extremely weak...
There was a gap in the wooden wall facing the street in front of him. Through the gap, Sean could see the foggy street.
In the dead silence, Sean could hear his own heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump...
Beyond his heartbeat, there was the scalp-numbing sound of metal hitting the ground.
In the thick fog, Sean could see a huge silhouette approaching.
The rusted arms, legs, feet and torso were spliced together in an aesthetically pleasing way. The silhouette in the thick fog looked like a giant spider with deformed limbs, crawling forward quickly.
On the dolls with deformed limbs, rusty faces opened and closed their mouths one after another, making a creepy bubble sound.
The puppet group broke out of the fog and came to the wooden house.
"If you are discovered, you will be dead..."
Sean's breathing became heavy unconsciously, and he could only cover his mouth with his blood-stained hands.
Stink, pain, heartbeat, panic, depression, hopelessness...
All kinds of negative situations and feelings impacted his mind.
Sean could only close his eyes and pray for some good luck.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
The deformed dolls were chasing each other scatteredly. At the top of the mass, there were countless faces with hollow eyes, clustering around the face that was half rotten skin and half rusty skeleton.
The aggregation of resentment in the air, part of its incarnation controlled the mass of residual limbs, and disappeared into the mist ahead...
Gradually go away.
He lowered his hand covering his mouth and nose, and his breathing gradually became lighter.
"gone……"
Sean lowered his head and took another puff of smelling salts.
Due to the violent heartbeat, he was a little dizzy. He used his hands full of wounds and burning pain to support the wooden wall next to him...
But I touched something greasy, wet, and bulging.
Resisting the nauseating feeling in his palms, Sean used the light to see what he touched.
It was a string of pustules that were growing parasitic on the wooden wall and emitting a foul odor.
He took out the water bottle from the invisible stomach bag and retched while washing his hands...
"We can't stay here for too long..." Sean judged, "If the resentful doll can't find me in front, it's likely to return here.
"Got to get out of here."
Thinking like this, Sean called Olivia up, and the two returned to the foggy street and ran in the other direction.
Black rats were also running in groups in the ditches and on the ridges of the houses.
"What on earth is this place?" Sean thought while running in the dead streets, "How can there be such a city in the maze island?"
There are currently no answers to these questions.
The bad and dangerous situation did not make Sean lose the direction of his thinking: "No matter what, I have to find a way to leave Maze Island.
"If you want to leave here, you can only understand it and find the meaning and rules behind everything that happens here..."
You can't escape, you must solve the mystery...
As Sean was thinking this, he suddenly heard a child crying.
"Someone!"
If it was a ethereal sound similar to the one he heard in Stilt Hill before, Sean might stay away.
But the location of the cry was very clear, and it contained no resentment.
After hesitating for a moment, Sean, who had no clue, decided to take a look.
Following the cry, Sean walked into a house through a narrow wooden door.
Through the dim light outside the door, you can see a child wearing dirty clothes and with messy hair, with his back to the door, crying feebly.
As he cried, he suddenly coughed.
The coughing sound was so violent that Sean was worried that it would damage the child's lungs and trachea.
As if he noticed someone coming in, the child slowly turned his face.
Turning his head, Sean discovered that there were black pustules on the child's face and neck. The roots of the pustules were red and swollen, and the bulging blood vessels were hopping.
The child was still coughing. He coughed up a pool of black blood and vomited it on the floor.
"Huh...huh..." His eyes were black and he was breathing hard, "Dad, mom...
"Uncle...aunt...
"Grandpa and grandma...
"Everyone is dead...
"Why is this happening?
"Why did this happen?"
Looking at Sean, his eyes had lost their luster. The child was breathing with all his strength. Every time his chest swelled, he could clearly see his ribs.
The black pustules were trembling, and a little bit of black spread over his skin.
“Doesn’t the Holy Father... love His people?
"Why..."
The other party seems to be infected with a very violent infectious disease...
There was no way to save him, so we could only keep our distance.
"Why is this happening?
"They can turn...the whole castle into gold...
"Why can't we cure our disease?"
