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"Why don't you think of another way?" Amy suggested.

Sirin said: "Don't you want to get back that thing quickly?"

Amy pursed her lips, of course she wanted to, but the unfolding of this kind of ghost story made her feel a little terrified.

"It's okay, I'm here." Sirin said, "Even if the undead attack in the middle of the night, I can protect you and leave safely."

Amy was conflicted, but when she saw Sirin's resolute blue eyes, she chose to believe in this woman.

"OK then."

Sirin smiled and patted her arm, "Let's go to pitch the tent first, don't be afraid, there are still people in the cemetery to warn us."

Amy thought of the bearded mercenary who was forced into the coffin, "You kept that guy for this purpose?"

Sirin nodded with a smile.

"When you saw the first grave dug up, you knew it was the undead ghouls?" Amy asked.

"I have dealt with necromancers before, and I am more familiar with their business processes." Sirin said, "The traces of robbery in this cemetery are too obvious, and it is not difficult to draw such a conclusion."

Sirin took out a stack of gray cloth from the storage ring, and after loosening a few straps, the tent bounced off by itself, forming a four-sided peaked shape.

She unbuttoned the door curtain, skillfully laid a carpet on the slate, and stuffed two simple sleeping bags into it.

Amy didn't know how to do it, and silently watched Sirin operate.

These things were written by Sirin, and she asked Roland to purchase and send them in. It seemed quite convenient.

The space inside the tent was not big, only half a meter high and less than two meters wide. After setting everything up, Sirin lay down inside and waved to Amy, beckoning her to come in.

Amy inexplicably thought of the scene when the two of them went to the small hot spring for the first time. This moment was exactly like that moment, but this time it was Sirin who was inside and she was outside.

Before they knew it, the two had lived together for half an autumn, and their relationship became closer and closer.

Amy loosened her collar, took off her hat, and followed her into the small tent.

Sirin helped her gather her loose long hair, closed the door curtain from the inside, and lay down on her back.

In the narrow space, the shoulders of the two touched each other, and they could feel each other's breathing and hear each other's heartbeat.

It was a cold first snow day outside, but the temperature inside the tent was warm like spring.

Amy rubbed her fingers silently. If Kevin hadn't come to look for her, at this moment, Sirin and she should be lying on the small bed in the tree house, right?

When she saw the snow in the morning, Sirin promised to move into her bedroom.

The first time we shared the same bed was in such a special place as the cemetery. Thinking about it this way, it is quite memorable.

Amy pursed her lips and smiled, she lowered her right hand and just pinched Sirin's fingers.

Sirin quickly opened her palm, and in turn wrapped Amy's little hand into her palm.

"It's very warm in the tent, it doesn't seem to need a sleeping bag." Amy said softly.

Sirin put away her sleeping bag obediently, and there was a bit more room in the small space in the tent, but the two people lying side by side did not distance themselves because of this, and they still maintained a state of close palm connection.

Amy turned her head to look at Sirin. The elf's night vision ability is quite good, and she saw a touch of blush on Sirin's handsome side face.

Noticing Amy's gaze, Sirin also turned her cheek and looked at the elf girl with a half-smile.

There was also a trace of blush on Amy's white and crystal clear face.

For both of them, this "sleeping in the same bed" required a lot of courage and the tacit cooperation of the other party.

Don't ask why, don't dislike each other's smell, don't refuse each other's approach, don't care about the cold wind outside.

After lying quietly for a long time, Amy suddenly choked out a sentence, "Silin, do you feel hot?"

"Huh?" Sirin was a little dazed, but after seeing the slight sweat on Amy's cheeks, she suddenly realized that the temperature inside the tent was indeed abnormal, it was really hot, not the hotness of their hearts .

Sirin was wearing a light swordsman uniform, her body had already adapted to changes in cold and heat, and she was not sensitive to temperature changes, but Amy had a full set of winter clothes, and the hot environment made her sweat a little.

The elf girl's sweat has no smell, but has a sweet and faint fragrance.

Sirin touched the bridge of her nose. She scanned the tent lining and saw a fiery red rune on one of the brackets.

"The current technology is really amazing. Can magic runes be engraved on such a basic material?" Sirin raised her finger and touched the fiery red runes lightly. The bright red color of the runes slowly faded away, leaving only "It's really interesting to have a camping tent that can adjust the temperature by itself."

With Sirin's operation, the hot feeling in the tent gradually dissipated, and the temperature became more suitable.

Amy turned to the right and hugged Sirin's arm.

It was very quiet inside and outside the tent, no insects or birds could be heard, and there was a beautiful woman by her side. The elf girl gradually became sleepy, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Even though she was in a gloomy cemetery and encountered a horrible corpse robbery incident, as long as she was accompanied by Sirin, Amy felt a sense of security from the bottom of her heart.

After squinting for an unknown amount of time, Amy was suddenly shaken awake.

Sirin was shaking her arm, softly waking her up.

Amy was stunned for two seconds, and when her consciousness regained control of her body, she realized that almost her whole body was squeezed into Sirin's arms, and beside her cheek was Sirin's full and plump breast.

I usually sleep very honestly, what's going on this time?

Amy let go of her hand quickly, smiled coyly, and temporarily distanced herself from Sirin.

Sirin patted her chest casually, not paying much attention to Amy's unconscious manipulation, she said softly: "Listen, there are voices outside."

Amy pricked up her long ears and carefully picked up the sounds outside the tent.

The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, then the intermittent knocking sound, and then the sound of sharp objects rubbing against the slate——

Amy and Sirin looked at each other to confirm each other's thoughts.

The undead ghoul is here!

"Ahhh!!"

Not long after, human screams came from somewhere in the cemetery. It was the cry of the bearded mercenary Fisher. He should have encountered and was being attacked by corpse snatchers.

This human flesh detection guard was not very competent. Both Sirin and Amy noticed the arrival of the ghouls, and he sounded "warning".

"Go away! Go away! You bloody undead!"

"Help! My lord witch, help me!"

"Ah, it hurts so much, ah—"

Hearing Fisher's tragic screams, neither Sirin nor Amy was moved.

This guy has done a lot of evil, he really deserves to die, and he doesn't need sympathy.

Amy asked in a low voice: "We are also living people, why didn't the body snatchers come to us first?"

Sirin pointed to the curtain of the tent, Amy looked along and saw several spells written on it.

"I set up a barrier to cut off the breath." Sirin said, "The undead use their perception to find their way, so they can't find us."

Amy gave her thumbs up silently, "Expert, you are very experienced!"

Sirin turned her face away, rubbed Amy's forehead, and said with a light smile, "It's not difficult to learn, I'll teach you when I get back."

"Hurrah."

Not long after, Fisher's screams gradually subsided, and the sound of bumping against the slate appeared again.

Then there was the sound of digging, the tombstone was thrown aside, the coffin was opened, and the corpse snatchers took out the bones inside...

Although she didn't see the ghoul's movements with her own eyes, Amy could imagine the scene.

Half an hour later, the sound of footsteps stepping on the slate slowly faded away, and Sirin rubbed Amy's face again, "It's time for us to act."

She quickly climbed out of the tent, pulled Amy out, and then pressed and folded the tent tightly, tied it with straps, and put it into the storage space. The whole process took no more than 2 minutes.

The fresh footprints left by the corpse hunter pointed to the jungle on the side of the cemetery. Although the traces of fingers and claws were large, their movements were quite flexible, and they did not break many branches.

Sirin leaned forward, following the traces, and Amy followed behind her, without losing much pace.

The agility of elves far exceeds that of humans, especially in the jungle.

After chasing a certain distance, Sirin would stop for a while, on the one hand, to wait for Amy to follow up, and on the other hand, not to get too close to the ghoul, and be noticed by it.

The pursuit lasted for more than three hours. In the second half of the journey, Amy's physical strength was already a little too weak to keep up, so she was forced to let Xilin carry her on her back.

Fortunately, her weight is very light. For a professional swordsman like Sirin, it is not even as heavy as during weight training. Even if she is carrying her on her back, Sirin can walk like flying, breathing smoothly, without any pressure.

The ghouls eventually made their way through the outskirts of the forest, into a cavern that descended.

Sirin thought about it, and followed Amy behind her back, but before going down the cave, the two called Bobby who was on standby in the woods and asked him to guard outside the cave.If there is an abnormal situation, you can also rely on the Timberwolves' swift ability to escape quickly.

The cave is not deep, and there are jagged stone pillars inside, but there is a path dug by man.

When Sirin and Amy walked deep into the cave, they didn't see any corpse snatchers, let alone any necromancers.

Amy frowned: "Have we been tricked?"

Sirin shook her head, she took out the silver and white sacrament, stimulated the fighting spirit, and the sword body burst into light.

Under the silvery white light, a certain stone pillar suddenly changed, forming the shape of a pointed tombstone.

"So it's hidden here." Sirin sneered, "These necromancers always like to play such little tricks."

Xilin swung her sword and slashed horizontally, the silver-white priest pulled out a straight line of sword light, the stone pillar collapsed, the tombstone shattered, and a big pit appeared.

On the left side of the pit, there were more than a dozen skeletons scattered scatteredly, including skeletons and corpses that were not completely decomposed. Fisher's body, which was almost folded in half, was also mixed in like garbage.

On the right is an open space, with broken tables, chairs, wooden cabinets, and some scattered traces of fighting.

Oddly enough, the ghouls and necromancers are still missing.

This time even Sirin was a little surprised. She jumped down the pothole, sniffed lightly, and immediately covered her mouth and nose in disgust.

The place full of corpses smelled very offensive. She signaled Amy not to come down and let herself check the situation in the pit.

When she got close to the wreckage of the table and chairs, Sirin suddenly jumped back lightly. Where she was standing before, a turquoise swollen arm pierced through the dirt and poked out.

If it wasn't for Sirin's quick retreat, her ankle would have been grabbed.

The blue-brown arm failed to hit with a single blow, and the soft soil was pushed away, and a complete humanoid corpse crawled out from the ground.

This monster has a huge head, but its facial features are all pitch-black and empty. Its left arm is swollen, but its right hand is shrunken like a granulation. feet.

This is the Undead Corpse Snatcher. After returning to the pit, it threw the bones it brought back to the left side of the pit, buried itself in the soil, and then suddenly appeared when it sensed that a living person had entered the pit.

It was the first time for Amy to see such an ugly and weird creature with naked eyes. Perhaps she had not passed the san check somewhere.

Sirin was very indifferent. When the corpse stalker came out of the soil, she was hunched over to gather her sword momentum. After the corpse stalker fully showed up, she just raised her arms to charge, and she swung the silver holy sword in her hand. cut.

With a flash of sword light, the head of the huge corpse fell to the ground.

White shattered light shone, and flames ignited on the separated corpses of the ghouls, which turned into a pool of ashes in a few seconds.

Amy was still clutching her mouth and retching, and was stunned when she saw this.

Is this "I got up, and it's a second with a sword"?

Celine is so handsome too!So handsome and sassy, ​​I love it!

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ps: keep asking for tickets~

Volume 21: Chapter [-] Mysteries in the Cemetery

After calmly killing the ghoul in seconds, Sirin ignored Amy's eyes and continued to check the situation in the corpse pit.

The bones in this place have not been subjected to necromantic spells. It is estimated that they have just been moved by the corpse snatchers, and the necromancers have not had time to process them.

The broken tables and chairs on the right were caused by fighting, and there were a few bone spears left on the edge of the pit. The one fighting should be the Necromancer, and it is not clear who his opponent is.

It's a pity that Jack's body is not here, and it is very likely that it has been transformed into an undead monster and was taken away by the undead mage.

"The necromancer has abandoned this cemetery."

Sirin searched in detail and came to a conclusion that made Amy even more troubled.

"The necromancer needs to use the cemetery to cultivate the undead and enhance the combat ability of the summoned objects. This was the cemetery he chose, and there are still many traces of the formation magic." Sirin explained, "But now, the materials for arranging the magic formation It has been taken away, and the process of transforming the cemetery has also been suspended."

Amy felt a little uncomfortable, and muttered: "Then what's going on with this undead body snatcher? Why is it still transporting bones here?"

"It should be that the Necromancer left an instruction for it to continue carrying the bones before he left." Sirin said, "This kind of spell instruction usually lasts for about ten days. The reason why the Necromancer did this is probably to leave a way out. , treat this place as a spare barracks."

"Then will he come back?" Amy asked.

"I can't be sure." Sirin shook her head, "We still have too little information."