Fortunately I am the Messiah.
Not only am I agile, I also have an excellent memory.
I remember that the moment I knocked Dallion into the shack, I saw a rusty trolley stuffed under the window next door.
With it, even if he is as thin as a muscle, he should be able to push Dallion that "so far" into the cellar. Well, a strong dwarf must be included.
Moreover, how did that young man promise me?
"I'm so strong, ma'am! I can haul those rum barrels on board, two at a time!"
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At this moment, I stepped on the small cabinet, peeled off the oilcloth on the top of the shack, turned over with the strength of my hands and waist, and hid among the smelly dried fish on the roof.
"Save us!"
"It hurts! It hurts!"
The screaming ghosts are still wandering around, with their bodies emitting green light on every path in front, back, left and right.
They obviously staggered, but once they started running faster, they looked like flying cannonballs!
From further away, exclamations and screams could be heard from time to time. It was obvious that someone unlucky had been caught.
And what is waiting for them is to be eaten...
In addition, I didn’t see any signs of resistance. Could it be that all those port guards who looked majestic had been killed? !
That thought made my heart heavy.
Holding my breath, I rolled into the churning shadow cloud next to my hand, pushing it slowly towards the front.
The moonlight is very bright.
I can clearly see the concave and convex patterns on the roof, the pillars made of wood on the edge of the shack, the oil lamp swinging under the eaves, and the cart stored under the chicken coop. You can clearly see the blood-soaked mud in front of the chicken coop.
Several tattered corpses fell there, eyes wide with empty eyes, shouting silent screams of terror on their faces.
"...Ho..." The ghost is still wandering not far away.
I stared at them closely, and when almost all of them turned their backs to me, they climbed up the eaves neatly and carefully jumped into the mud.
You would never expect that there was an eyeball still dripping blood hanging on one of the sharp corners of the trolley. I took a few deep breaths and then hooked the long bloodshot thread on the eyeball to the chicken coop through my gloves. Then, the cart was pushed.
Squeak--
The sharp groan from the old wheel almost started my heartbeat.
Fortunately, the ghosts only looked back and continued to wander in their respective directions.
I held the handle of the trolley tightly, my hands covered with cold sweat.
I suddenly realized an important question, even if I have this car, how should I push it away? !
Even if Tuli and I load Dallion and the dwarves into the car, how can we quietly send them to that "so far" cellar? !
The sound it makes is like a beacon in the dark night!
Buzz--
At that moment, I suddenly heard an extremely low beep.
I can't describe to you how distorted and unpleasant the sound was, but I can tell you that it made my heart, no, not just my heart, but all my internal organs, my eyes, and my brain beat involuntarily!
Moreover, it goes on and on almost to the point of making me vomit!
