Shadow Apostle

Horst looked a little dazed at the scene in front of him.

A desolation.

This is Qingmai District, the largest district in Mingyue City.

It occupies more than half of the area of ​​Mingyue City.

Most of the city's farms and ranches are concentrated in this suburb.

The place where Horst is now is also a large open farmland.

There is no end in sight.

Although it was already October and the autumn harvest season had passed, along the way, many underground crops such as potatoes were planted in every family's fields. This season was about to be harvested.

Only the field in front of me was barren.

It’s not that there are no crops planted, there are also many vines planted in the ground, and it seems that they have grown to a certain extent.

However, it seems that at a certain point in time, all crops quickly lose their vitality.

Wither, die.

Only large tracts of withered vines remained in the farmland, like a festering abscess among the surrounding green farmland.

The crops were shriveled and crispy, as if they had been dried by fire.

However, the appearance of the entire land is quite normal, and there are no signs of excessive fire.

Mr. Kent stayed by his side weakly, pointing to the farm at the end of the farmland in the distance.

"Mr. Zhuom, my home is over there."

Looking up, what I saw was an old farm.

Standing alone in a large farmland.

Qingmai District has a lot of land but few houses. It is often hundreds of meters apart to find one or two houses.

This is the farm in front of me.

Old and lonely.

Surrounded by vast expanses of withered farmland.

In the middle is a deserted farmhouse.

The sun sets.

A few crows sat on the eaves and screamed monotonously into the empty fields.

Even though it was still broad daylight, Horst still felt a coldness welling up from the bottom of his heart after seeing all this.

A chill ran down my spine and went straight to the top of my head.

From a distance, the farm seems unpopular.

There should be smoke curling up from the kitchen in the evening, but the place is lifeless.

There wasn't even a sign of human activity.

Horst always felt that everything here was weird.

No wonder the farmers I met along the roadside had strange looks in their eyes and stayed away from the two of them.

If it were me, I'd hide, even though I've never managed to avoid it.

"Mr. Zhuomu, everyone at home is sick and no one is out working. I'm sorry."

I hope it's a normal illness.

Horst sighed inwardly and shook his head to show that there was no need to apologize.

"How many days have these been dry?"

Horst poked the dry vines with his stick.

At the slightest touch, it broke and shattered, as if it had been there for several years.

"Five days, sir."

Horst's mouth twitched and he said he still believed it after five years, five days? What a joke.

But there are no jokes in the world of mystery.

Perhaps only ignorant mortals are the biggest joke in the mysterious world.

Horst waved his hand, signaling the farmer to step back.

This man is now a source of distraction.

Then he took off his gloves, squatted down, and carefully touched the withered plant with his fingertips.

Boom, boom.

There was a sound like a heartbeat in my ears.

No, it's not as if, it's my own heartbeat.

The environment turned into a dead silence, so that every heartbeat was particularly clear.

The scene in front of me is no longer there.

For some reason, only darkness remained.

He seemed to be in a void, with only dense spots of light at the end of his field of vision.

Like a cluster of stars in the night sky.

Emptiness and loneliness are the only feelings in this world.

There was suddenly a colorful light all around.

The darkness shattered as Horst realized this.

Everything around him came back to his eyes, and the distant crows' noises came to his ears again.

The fingers still kept touching, but the plants they touched had already turned into a pile of ash.

Twisting the ashes on his fingertips, bursts of red mist flickered in front of his eyes. This was an early warning from his spiritual sense.

It seems that these plants, like Mr. Kent next to them, are all mysterious victims.

But what exactly was it that I saw, and why did it look like it was in the universe?

Horst shook his head and no longer studied the vision in his eyes.

No one can be sure whether what they see is a signal from the spiritual sense or a camouflage of cunning mystery.

Excessively studying each vision will only lead to being mysteriously induced and slipping into the most terrifying abyss of fantasy.

Forever sinking.

Shaking off the ashes from his fingertips, Horst stood up and looked around.

"So, where did your wife see the light a few days ago?"

"By the well, Mr. Drom." Kent pointed in the direction of the farmhouse and said, "I'll take you there."

"Yeah." Looking at the distance of several dozen meters, Horst nodded, "How many months ago did it start?"

"Yes, in the past three or four years, for some reason, both the crops in the fields and the livestock raised at home have been growing very well, with bumper harvests every year. Although the taste is always worse than those produced in other cities, the yield is high. , every family has made a lot of money.”

Kent lowered his hands and followed respectfully to explain:

"That's why everyone thought of taking out a loan. They borrow a large amount of money every year to expand the size of their livestock and replace it with new crops. Every year, the output is good and the loan can be repaid. Unexpectedly, there will be a problem this year. "

“Has no one ever considered why there were good harvests in previous years?”

"A good year?" The rugged man looked puzzled, "Why else?"

"No, it's nothing."

Horst sighed. Sure enough, everything has its omen. In the mysterious world, gain and loss are often just two sides of the same coin.

"About half a year ago, chicken plague began to appear. There have been many plagues before, so no one paid much attention to it. They all followed the previous methods, including medication, isolation, execution, and deep burial. But I don't know why, this time, The chicken plague is uncontrollable and keeps reoccurring."

"Are you sure this is chicken plague?"

"How else could it be something else? The gentlemen in the city government said it was chicken plague."

Horst nodded expressionlessly and said nothing more.

"First it was chickens, and then it gradually spread to cattle and horses. Although a few sheep died in our family, the loss was not huge. Who knew that when the autumn harvest was about to be harvested some time ago, all the crops suddenly withered. We hurriedly replanted them. Except for other things, it started to grow very well, but just when it started to bear fruit, it died again. I don’t know why only my family is so unlucky, but other people’s fields are fine, even if they are only a short distance apart.”

"Um?"

Horst stopped and looked around.

I didn't notice it on the way here, but looking from a distance now, it's exactly what he said.

They are only a few meters apart, but there is a huge difference.

"What about humans?" Horst pondered for a moment and asked, "Is your disease related to the death of plants and animals?"

"I don't know, it probably doesn't matter. We are humans." Kent scratched his head. "About ten days ago, my wife said one day that she saw a light shining outside at night, and she was worried that it was a thief. Is there anything else in our house now? How dare a thief come. But she didn't listen and insisted on going out to look. When she came back, she said she saw light shining in the well, but there was nothing there. But I went to look later, and it was obvious that there was no light, so she must have been asleep. We The two quarreled for a while and then went to bed. Unexpectedly, the next day she said she felt weak and weak, and within a few days, everyone became sick."

"I understand, let's go to the well first and have a look."

Horst frowned and considered for a moment:

"Is Mrs. You still conscious now?"

"Sometimes sober, sir, do you want to see her?"

"Well, wait a minute...huh?"

Horst and Kent looked back together, looking at the field path outside the farmland.

An inconspicuous ordinary carriage drove towards here from a distance.

Horst was not surprised. He had just written two letters at the bank and asked the bank's waiter to deliver them.

One letter was for Monica, just telling her that there was something unexpected and the evening physical training was cancelled, so don't wait stupidly at the door of the apartment.

The other was addressed to Jessica.

He didn't mention any mysterious events at all. He just introduced Kent's physical condition in detail and asked her whether it was a normal reaction to the disease.

Now it seems that the reply has come.

However, when the car door opened, it was not the Burnt family's servant or the postman who was waiting for him.

A man in white cassocks jumped out of the carriage.

He walked over quickly and didn't stop until he was in front of Horst.

He took off his hood, revealing his bright blond hair and bright smile.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Horst."

Miss Burnt smiled softly and said softly:

"I brought the reply."

I have magically modified this race, and there have been many changes.