Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 7 Intimate Service from "Ghost"
It wasn't until the night owl began to sing and the sun faded away that Lyle sneaked out of his hut.

He looked around from behind the door, there were no residents who happened to meet, there were no sheriffs patrolling, it was safe.

Although he was asked to act in secret, Lyle looked at his epidemic doctor's uniform, dressed like this and wandered around in the middle of the night, not to mention other people, even himself felt terrified, plus the darkness of the night, Lyle left. On the street, it's like playing in a haunted house, he's the kind of ghost.

Lyle must be careful about everyone he sees, for fear of disturbing them, and for fear of screaming to usher in the sheriff.If you accidentally meet Ralph, it becomes the stain of your life.

To do this, Lyle has to traverse hidden alleys, the light on the main street pulling his shadow long, like the protagonist of a grotesque horror novel.

Fortunately, life is not a work of art.

On the way to the destination, Lyle only encountered three or two kittens.

This is probably No. 13, Seventh Street.

Lyle lit his oil lamp and looked at the contents of the stationery in the light of the fire.

At this time, there were no conspicuous street signs, and all I could remember was a few landmark buildings. The most conspicuous one on Seventh Street was a bakery on Main Street. It sells bread, maybe it's a change of business, and I forgot to decorate it.

Walking along Seventh Street, it is not difficult to count No. 13 plots. The owner of each plot will use distinctive decorations to demarcate their own boundaries.

The night is deep, and the chill in the air is much more dignified.

Lyle took a deep breath at his destination.

Countless stones stood in front of Lyle, welcoming Lyle like a full opera house audience.

Lyle certainly won't be happy, it's the tombstone.

Going down the stone-paved path, Lyle could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

He carefully weighed each step, so as not to disturb everyone who "slept" here.

About 10 minutes away, he still didn't see where it might be Andry College.

The air that Lyle exhaled began to freeze. He didn't notice that the temperature around him had dropped by more than ten degrees. He didn't notice that the legs under the coat were gradually shaking, and his body began to stoop, as if he was carrying some weight. thing.

All he noticed was the sound.

A voice that was constantly whispering in his ear appeared in his mind at some point.It was a slight illusion at first, and then gradually became clear. It was a woman's voice, but that gloomy feeling lingered for a long time, as if her words were warm.

It came from behind Lyle's ear, and she talked all the way. First, she was lazy, and then gradually became urgent. As if something was driving her, she had to hurry up and convey her words to Lyle, but it was vague. The words couldn't express the meaning, but the wailing female voice aggravated Lyle's fear.

Lyle felt that he had encountered something "dirty". Just as he was wondering whether to continue his progress, the plea reached a climax, as if after passing a certain inflection point, the voice became softer, as if the danger was going away.

Lyle stopped, and at this moment, the sound behind his ears had stopped.But Lyle didn't feel at ease, he seemed to hear nothing, and there was only a "dead" silence around him.

A phantom appeared in Lyle's eyes, and he felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and as long as he stretched out one foot, it was hell.

He had no choice, or rather, had no choice, because when he was struggling to decide whether to take the plunge, that voice came back.

It was closer than ever before, so close that it was as if she was lying behind her ears, and she could feel the wind she exhaled when she spoke, hitting her ears like ice and snow.

"look back."

Lyle finally understood her words, but that didn't mean he intended to do so.

However, the twitching body did not hear his thoughts. His body was like a puppet, turning around with the rotation of his head.

He saw that she.

She doesn't have a frightening and disgusting appearance. In terms of appearance alone, she can even be called beautiful, but she is foggy, like a beautiful shadow created by nature's magic.

Maybe this is the legendary ghost?
Probably the last weirdness Lyle saw.

Those hazy hands held Lyle's face.

Click it.

Not the sound of twisting the spine.

It's just that Lyle's cheeks started to freeze, just when he thought he was going to freeze to death.

She showed her "kiss".

Pain, accompanied by fear, the nerves paralyzed by the cold began to activate, they desperately transmitted pain to the brain, the pain beyond fear was like a fortress blasting Lyle's brain.

Why am I still awake?Lyle felt dizzy, even death was a kind of happiness at this moment.

His mind began to wander, but the pain was still clear, it was a strange feeling, as if the body was ignorant and awake at the same time.

Lyle saw a glittering phantom emerging from himself, that was a part of himself, that was, the soul?

Dementors?
Lyle could feel the white light approaching her, approaching the "kiss".

If it is a bystander, it may be a fragrant scene like a ghost.

But what he actually has to suffer is the biting cold, the heart-piercing pain and the trance like aging and withering, and the three are happening at the same time.

Is that all there is?Lyle thought about it, anger or unwillingness could not be produced because of his nervous trance, and Lyle even had a peaceful mood for the first time in the world.

ended.

The dark blue wax seal in the pocket melted into a liquid, and it followed Lyle's limbs like a living thing and climbed up his cheeks. A dark blue snake looked at the ghost in front of him, squatted on Lyle's face, and spit. Snake Letter.

"Wait for you."

Lyle fell to the ground, she dissipated like a cloud and the frost melted, as if everything just now was a dream, only the phantom pain in her limbs proved her suffering.

A quarter of an hour later, Lyle sat on his knees on the grass, not caring about the grass clippings on his body, and took out the envelope from his pocket.

The wax seal is gone.

Does this mean you passed it?

Lyle felt relieved.

He wanted to give up because he wasn't sure what else was ahead.

He didn't give up in the end, he suffered this kind of torture and got nothing, he was not reconciled.

Shaking up, he squinted and took a deep breath. The air in the middle of the night followed the bird's beak mask, and the medicinal fragrance entered his nostrils.

"The weather is nice and the air is very fresh."

A man muttering to himself in a necropolis.

Lyle stretched, feeling refreshed, the tombstone was less infiltrating, and the environment less deadly.

With brisk steps, Lyle walked towards the depths of the cemetery with a broken face under the mask.

(End of this chapter)