Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 411

The excitement in Chen Yan's heart gradually subsided, and his consciousness gradually calmed down.

'Judging from the scene that appeared in the synaesthesia just now, they will not kill me when life is not threatened by me. '

'Now, because of the attack of 'ghost things', the death of their companions, and the subsequent death threats, they will definitely become very vigilant. '

'This kind of vigilance prevents me from communicating with them. Once I make a sound, I may eat a bullet immediately. '

'I'm going to wait for them to calm down... when they calm down, the fear of death will make them do the right thing. '

Chen Yan squatted on the ground with his back lowered, feeling the pitiful warmth brought by the light of the kerosene lamp, and the muzzle of the Lark-300 gun held tightly in his hand was always pointed forward.

'Darkness muffles voices... I heard them shouting loudly just now, but when their voices became quieter, those small voices were completely swallowed by the darkness, and could not be heard at all. '

'That is, if I'm careful, my footsteps should not be heard by them. '

'In that case, I can leave now...'

' But those things of mine are still on them. '

'And...the wilderness is dark and there are no directional targets. Although I remember the way when I came, but if there is a slight deviation in the direction of the 10-minute journey, it may cause the consequences of not being able to return to the hut. '

'I... Even if I kill them and get my things back, I may not be able to return safely to the wilderness hut. '

'Grass. '

Chen Yan found himself in a desperate situation, and the sad thing was that, judging from the current situation, the "ghost thing" that smashed a gunpowder keg gang just now might still Appeared suddenly in the next moment.

To make matters worse, the powder keg gang will not sit still. They are not fools, and they will also realize that "the ghost thing may appear again" and take corresponding actions.

Chen Yan knew that he had to keep moving.

Moreover, he had to rely on luck and his hearing, which was weakened countless times by the darkness, to ensure that when he moved in the dark, he would not run into Ryan Gamma and his minions.

He stood up slowly, pointed the muzzle of the Lark-300 in front of him, and moved along the wall in the opposite direction to the Ryan Gamma he had just seen in the firelight.

The withered grass under the feet is very quiet, like a dead thing, and the mansion of the Earl of the Mudstone Sea, which sank to the surface, is more like being "eaten" by the wilderness-there is no floor on the floor, and the entire first floor is plunged into the wilderness. Among the spongy ground covered with weeds.

After a while, Chen Yan saw the building going to the second floor.

In the firelight with a visible range of only 1 meter, he looked around cautiously, then stepped on the ceramic steps carved with strange printed patterns, and slowly went up.

Ten seconds later, Chen Yan arrived at the second floor of the mansion.

He fumbled a few steps forward, and came across a wall made up of books. The exclusive words on those books seemed to be some kind of ancient imperial language, which Chen Yan couldn't quite understand.

'Now that I have the ability of 'synaesthesia', if I use it directly on books, will I be able to directly know what is recorded in the book? '

Chen Yan wasn't sure, and didn't want to take risks to conduct experiments. If he saw something [unknown knowledge] that shouldn't be seen, it would be troublesome.

The only thing he could be sure of was that the second floor of the mansion was indeed the library of Turazan, Earl of Mudstone Sea, as Meyer said.

While paying attention to the movement around him, he continued to move forward, until at the next corner, a small human voice appeared next to his ear.

"Mel, what are you talking about? What do you say are in these books?"

They have also come up!

Chen Yan stopped walking, looked at the darkness in front of him, and listened carefully to the voice from the deep darkness.

When the sound is almost inaudible, he will take half a step forward, and when the sound is a little louder, he will immediately step back a little. In this way, as long as the body can follow the consciousness to make corresponding movements, the probability of being discovered is high. much smaller.

The conversation between the four members of the Gunpowder Keg Gang continued, their tone was very relaxed, without any depression at all, as if the one who just died was not their companion.

"I just said that there are [ancient rituals] from thousands of years ago in this book. It was something before the blood moon night, and it has almost been completely lost."

"Mile, don't keep staring at those things, you'll go crazy."

"It doesn't matter, Boss, the rules of this world have undergone thousands of years of changes, and they are already different from those of thousands of years ago. These [ancient rituals] have little effect on me who are within the effective range of [Rules of the World]."

"Mel, what does this mean?"

"Boss, let me make an analogy. We are citizens of the Northern Federation. We only need to follow the laws of the Northern Federation, not the laws of the Imperial Capital or the Southern Territory-those laws do not control us, because we are not within the jurisdiction of those laws Inside."

"The law itself is the rule."

"Yes, boss, we are modern people, bound by modern rules, but not bound by any [ancient ritual] rules thousands of years ago."

"But what if we trigger the prohibition of the [Ancient Ritual]?"

"We will be attacked because we have triggered the rules thousands of years ago-if you go to the imperial capital or the southern territories to kill people, you will also be arrested and imprisoned."

"Is 'look' alright in itself?"

"Yes, Boss, according to the records of "Ominous Omens and Fantasies", compared with the current supernatural rules, [Earl of Mudstone Sea] Turrazan has not yet reached the level of a high-ranking person-it is not a god, so it can be compared with the current supernatural rules. Have a casual discussion, or look directly at it."

"In other words, it is only because the Earl of Mudstone Sea is not strong enough that the books he left behind can be viewed directly."

"Yes boss."

"What if the book was written by someone stronger? What if it was written by a god?"

"According to the records of "Ominous Omens and Fantasy Records", [Earl of Mudstone Sea] Turrazan is a narcissist, and all his records are written by himself."

"Mile, I feel like you're talking nonsense, but I can't find evidence for now...Chris, look at these things...how much can they sell for?"

Chen Yan heard the new name, it should be the only surviving powder keg gang besides Maier and the mouse.

"Boss, this thing has been outdated for too long. Our current Transcendent system is much more advanced than the Transcendent system at that time, so the rituals recorded in this book... are complicated and require a lot of materials. The materials themselves are expensive. It's expensive...it can't be sold for a few dollars."

Chen Yan heard from the words that this person named "Chris" was the appraiser in the team, responsible for appraising the value of items, allowing the smallest load to carry greater value.

From this point of view, Ryan Gamma was really prepared.

Maier is equivalent to the historian in the team, responsible for explaining the origin of strange events that no one knows;
The mouse is equivalent to the scout in the team, responsible for detecting whether the road ahead is dangerous;

Chris is equivalent to the appraiser in the team, responsible for appraising valuable heritage.

And Ryan Gamma himself is equivalent to a combatant in the team, responsible for providing combat power.

From this point of view, the three minions who died should be medical soldiers, communication soldiers, or logistics?
Chen Yan couldn't help but think of an idea: Judging from the composition of the team, they didn't look like they came for an adventure, but rather like a grave robber...

A heavy sigh came from the darkness.

"We killed three brothers this time, and it's hard to explain to their families when we go back. It takes a lot of money to compensate their families for their wounded hearts."

"Boss, isn't our pension 1 pound per person? Just take a few things here and sell them as antiques. As long as they are sold, the pension can be paid."

"If I only earn enough pension to go back, I can't make up for my wounded heart."

"Understood boss."

"Well, I've made a lot of money, and it's easier for everyone. You can buy equipment, women, wine, whatever you want. Let's come out to hang out with gangs, isn't it just for this purpose?"

"The boss said yes."

A misfit voice came up:

"Boss, let's retreat! I feel that the surrounding area is very dangerous!"

It's a mouse.

"Mouse, what did you find?"

The mouse's hoarse voice trembled:
"Boss, besides the four of us and Chen Yan, there are strangers in the air here."

Chen Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Mice can sense my smell!

How deep is the perception?

Can you only "determine that I am here", or "can determine my specific location", or know "when did I arrive here"?
Feeling a strong sense of crisis, Chen Yan made up his mind that once he had the chance, he would kill the rat first!
Chris: "Mouse, don't you fucking talk nonsense..."

The mouse lowered his voice: "I don't! That's the taste that just fell on the tip of my tongue! There's another stranger here!"

Ryan Gamma's voice came: "There are many spatial rifts in the wilderness, and some of the more stable rifts lead to unknown spaces. The [smell of strangers] you perceive may come from the rifts."

The mouse's voice was a little weak: "Maybe..."

Hearing the sound of the gunpowder keg helping the four go away, Chen Yan stopped.

'The four of them are on the second floor, so the first floor is empty. Instead of following them and looking for an opportunity to move, it's better to go back to the first floor to see if there are any of my things on the other two minions. '

Chen Yan cautiously speeded up and went back to the first floor, and found the first corpse by the wall near the door on the first floor. The corpse was tragic and incomplete. It should be the one who was bitten to death by the "ghost thing".

Chen Yan retrieved two parts from him - Vivienne and Anthem 13.

"Where's the bald man?"

Vivian said nervously:
"It was taken by someone else."

Chen Yan quickly found the second corpse in the corner. Except for the complete deformation of the chest cavity, this corpse was intact. It should be the corpse that was hit to death by the "ghost thing".

Chen Yan found the sacrificial knife from the corpse, and pinned the sacrificial knife on the opposite side of his waist from the seized pistol.

When he searched along the way, he paid special attention to the fact that there were no traces of capacitors on the ground, which meant that the bald man might be on someone else from the Powder Keg Gang, or he might have been swallowed by a "ghost thing".

The former still has the possibility of being rescued, but if it is the latter... Chen Yan can't do anything about it.

(End of this chapter)