I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

Looking at this photo on the ground, Xifa has a sense of seeing horror movies. In this kind of photo of the deceased, it was really shocking to see the person who greeted him in the afternoon, and there was a kind of weird inexplicable strangeness.

"Maybe Noah's father, or grandfather..."

Xifa shook his head, his spiritual intuition has been emphasized more than once, that the person in the photo is the ship officer.

As a hunter, Sifa can easily remember the appearance of others, remember the smell, and remember their characteristics. So he can recognize at a glance that the person in the photo is Noah.

Relatives who have a blood relationship may look alike or look alike, but they can never be exactly the same!

If Noah is in the photo, what about the other residents on the island?

Sifa squatted down and searched through those photos. It didn't take long before he found out a photo, Bally, the owner of the White Windmill Hotel!

In the photo, he is wearing a characteristic costume on the island, with his hands on his chest and a coin on his mouth.

Keep rummaging.

In less than a moment, Xifa found several photos of island residents. Some of them are restaurant owners, some are fishermen...

Sifa even found a picture of Midia.

The girl was wearing her floral-patterned dress and a veil, sitting on a chair in an unnatural posture. Her head seemed to have lost its support, and she shrugged aside, her hands on her knees were placed with two coins.

Looking at these photos, Sifa thought of the first night on the island, of the residents who were stiff in posture like living corpses, and of them walking on the dark streets in the middle of the night.

A thought came to mind irresistibly.

"Could it be that the residents of the island are humans during the day and corpses at night?"

"They die at night and then resurrect during the day?"

Xifa shuddered at his thoughts. He shook his head and decided to go to Quincy immediately. He found someone to retreat immediately, regardless of what weird things were happening on the island.

Leaving the utility room, Xifa silently came to the ground floor and touched into the dim living room.

"When I visited the house yesterday afternoon, I heard a knocking sound from under the floor. Hilda said it was a mouse, a liar..."

"Just in line with the principle that more is worse than less, I didn't try to test, and on the way back, my inspiration was touched, Hilda must have used some ability to monitor me."

"All this shows that the chief priest is an extraordinary, but the path is unknown, and the sequence height is unknown."

When Sifa came near the sofa, he moved the sofa and lifted the carpet, but he did not find anything like a hidden door.

"From the sound at the time, it seems to have a feeling of echo. This means that there should be a larger space below. Isn't the entrance in the living room?"

Xifa raised his hand and knocked a few times, and found that there was indeed another space under the floor, but the exit was not here.

At this moment, the back of his hand felt acupuncture, and a picture naturally appeared in his mind.

From the perspective of a bystander, he saw in the dim living room, behind him, a pale, almost illusory man appeared.

This man is wearing the characteristic clothes of the island, dark coat, loose but legged trousers, his eyes are blue, his lips are dark, his cheeks are covered with black cobweb-like blood vessels, his eyes are deep, and his pale and transparent hands catch him. .

The picture flashed by.

Xifa suddenly rushed to the ground, rolled and turned, his muzzle raised.

He faced the ghost face to face.

The ghost stretched out his hands, but caught a void, and then used his body to withstand the attack of the demon hunting bullet.

Sifa bounced from the floor and saw pale and illusory figures emerging from the wall, poking his head from the ceiling, and crawling over from the floor. A dead soul, or a woman or a man, or an old man or a child.

They moved closer to Xifa, they stretched out their hands towards Xifa, they stretched their chins, opened their mouths, and let out a burst of resentment.

They want to submerge Xifa, bite the flesh and blood of the living, and curse the living to their heart's content.

Obviously, these dead souls are not gathered naturally, but are controlled by the Extraordinary. Xifa quickly recalled his occult knowledge, the extraordinary way to control the undead and the ghost, the spirit witch of the dark night path, and the living corpse of the alien path can do it.

But the best at manipulating dead souls is the ‘corpse harvester’ approach. The ‘psychic’ of Sequence 7 can already control and drive a large number of natural spirits and dead souls.

This is Windmill Island, not Luen, so there should be no Extraordinary through the Dark Night. And if it were a spirit witch, it wouldn't be such a low-level ghost.

In the same way, most of the Extraordinary Persons of the Alien Path are related to the Rose School, and the place where the Rose School is more active is in the Southern Continent.

Therefore, the one who hides in the darkness and surreptitiously controls the ghost to attack him is probably the ‘corpse collector’ approach.

In an instant, grasping the Western Fa that the opponent was approaching, he immediately pressed his hand on his chest and poured his spirituality into the ‘balance of justice’, and a strong idea surged: forbid psychic!

The invisible wave swelled and spread rapidly.

The ghosts gathered around stopped, they looked particularly dazed, and then turned around and suddenly floated towards the small garden outside the living room. These ghostly figures overlapped, leaving the living room eloquently.

Xifa chased them out and saw them gather behind a rose tree, and then there was a scream, and then a figure fell out of the shade.

Under the moonlight, Xifa could see that it was Hilda the priest!

She has come back?

Doesn't she need to stay in "Holy Mountain"?

At this time, Hilda's body was clinging to ghosts. These things were hugging her tightly, opening her mouth and biting her, causing Hilda to scream continuously.

Seeing this scene, Xifa immediately understood that this was Hilda's violation of the rules set by the ‘balance of justice’ and was now being punished compulsorily.

Punishment is ability backlash.

However, Hilda took out a small bottle and poured the dark and shiny liquid into her mouth and swallowed it forcefully. After she drank the bottle, her complexion quickly became pale and slightly blue.

Her breath has changed, becoming cold, no different from the ghosts around her.

The ghost stopped, as if he had lost his goal, Hilda stood up, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Xifa without any explanation.

With heavy steps, she stepped on the sound of ‘pounding thump thump thump’ footsteps and suddenly punched Xifa.

What greeted her was the "Blood Salute", a demon hunting bullet with extraordinary abilities attached to the gun. Xifa did not plan to learn fighting skills with the priest, and responded with the simplest means.

Bang bang bang!

In the three gunshots, Hilda's shoulders, arms and cheeks splashed with blood...

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