Hitzfeld got up and ran without saying a word. ...What on earth was I doing just now? His legs and feet swung rapidly in the tombstone, his left hand covered the notebook and held the pen, and his right hand pressed his temple tightly. She had the illusion that she was possessed by evil spirits. According to her personality and her understanding of herself, she was not capable of thinking of a way to "continue the present" just now. The words that Isaac Rhodes said before his death and Xia Yibing's analysis of the Secret Keeper clan were not enough for her to make such a "definite" judgment in such a short time just now. So I am being controlled? That throbbing... comes from the left eye? A dark shadow attacked from the side. Hitzfeld lowered his head suddenly, letting the fishy wind blow past his hair quickly.
She did dodge it, but because her center of gravity was lowered and she couldn't stretch her arms to maintain balance, her steps quickly staggered and she was about to fall forward. "clang--" "clang--" "clang--" As she lost her balance, the girl vaguely seemed to hear the sound of a bell. 12:00 midnight. The second eternal night after resurrection... It’s finally here! The eyepatch strap broke and fell off. The enchanting dark golden pupils broke through the barrier of black, and slowly gazed at the night sky through a layer of withered gray. coming. Everything around was naturally covered with a layer of mist, and all the scenery was distorted and blurred... She entered again the state she named the synchronized dream state. Everything within the field of vision seemed to be covered with a gray curtain. A huge dark grey shadow loomed over the ground, and the sky was no longer completely black. Looking up, there was grey fog floating above, in the fog there were countless invisible nightmare monsters crowding and making noise. Slowly turning his body in mid-air, Hitzfeld felt that time was passing so slowly. Tilting her head slightly, she saw the burning tree at a glance. Countless huge crosses stood nearby, and around each cross were many translucent and distorted human figures.
In an instant, she saw a picture: the cemetery was still the background, the flames on the ancient trees were extinguished, leaving only bare charred trunks. Dry and thick plant roots emerged from the ground, each of which was twisted and condensed by the golem. These things gathered together and spiraled around the crosses, wrapping them, extending further on their outlines, and becoming larger, until they collided with each other and formed a bloated cocoon around each other. In the process, all the transparent figures were drawn into and sucked into the golem. The noise in my ears suddenly expanded from thousands of people to hundreds of thousands, to the point where even covering my ears would drive me crazy. Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment. At the last moment of this moment, Hitzfeld saw Mrs. She stood under the tree, beside the flower bed. One eye was half-closed, her left hand was covering her temple, and her only remaining right eye was staring at her with resentment, and there was a kind of confusion between her eyebrows... "boom!" The next moment, Hitzfeld fell heavily, her body rolled three or four times on the ground to relieve the force, and the back of her head hit an extremely hard object, and the pain made her cry. It's terrible... There was a sharp pain and the scene in front of my eyes went black. This must have hit a tombstone... More beasts were approaching rapidly with their growls. Hitzfeld had no time to cry out in pain. He rolled over and got up and continued to run away. This cannot continue. Although he had not yet had a close encounter with the wolf, Hitzfeld knew that continuing to run like this would be tantamount to chronic suicide. Two legs definitely can't outrun four legs, especially in an environment where the roads are narrow, winding and complex. ...What's more, the agility of the Slit-Mouth Wolf far exceeds that of ordinary wild beasts. I had to figure out a way before I got caught. But what to do? Writing scripts has proven to be ineffective, pistols are useless, and even if they stand still and shoot me bullets, they are not enough! What else can I do to stop the crazy lady? An emotion called despair surged in my heart. Really, she couldn't think of what else she could do to escape. "Ouch!" The sound of wind came from behind again. He turned around, drew out the Prang rifle in his right hand, aimed and fired. "laugh!" Blood spurted out from the wolf's brow, and its body fell from mid-air in tatters. But at the same time, her knees hit a tombstone, and she flipped over in the air, then fell heavily on her back again. very painful……
Holding the back of his head and gasping for breath, Hitzfeld almost wanted to give up. Turning my head, the first thing that caught my eye was the burning tree. And the woman in black dress standing under the tree and staring at this side. The look in the lady's eyes was exactly the same as what I saw in the illusion... Reflexively, doubts popped up in her mind. and many more…… its not right? Doesn’t what I wrote have no impact? Why is she rubbing her temples... And how did she find me just now? I was hiding so far back, at night...is your eyesight so good? An itchy feeling arose in the mist of consciousness. It’s like solving a math problem: the basic logic is clear, but the last step is missing, which makes you feel frustrated that the problem is not solved. slam-la- The night wind blew. The notebooks and manuscripts that fell beside him were being flipped through. Hitzfeld instinctively glanced at them. Just one glance. She saw a piece of blurred text. "..." The thoughts exploded in her mind. "I speculate that the Hitzfeld family and the remains of the gods in the Blackwood Forest are all related to the power of time..." Xia Yibing's speculation... "Even if it were a spirit, it wouldn't be able to do what you do. So, you have a divine organ in your body..." Isaac Lord's Whisper... 'They say that the box contains the eyes of a great and ancient being. They also say that she has seven eyes, and each eye stares at [a day], repeating the number [seven] over and over again.' The words recorded in "Family Secret History"... "Those who can awaken this bottle of ink, remember that you have a greater power..."
...and the mysterious message she tore off! It's like a ray of light that connects all the clues. Hitzfeld felt like she seemed to... understand a little. She started by assuming that it was all true. The records are real, the speculations are real, the family of secret keepers is real, and the legendary god with seven eyes is also real. Including her seven eyes, which correspond to the seven suns of the seven days of the week. Assume all this is true! That seems like... almost…… perhaps…… That makes sense. Hitzfeld was not interested in myths and legends. No matter which life she was in, she rarely spent energy to actively learn about them. But there is one thing she knows, that is, in the most ancient civilized era, many sun-related worships were almost always related to time. After all, the earliest civilizations relied on sunrise and sunset to divide time. From sunrise and sunset to coronagraphs. Then comes the legend of Zhulong. Including the legend of seven eyes recording seven days, this connection and transition should be very natural. So here it is… At this stage of formula derivation, there is basically only one last step left. …… Get up and sit on your knees. Hitzfeld was completely surrounded by wolves. The ground is shaking. Eternal night falls, and the huge shadow that was once glimpsed in the dream world appears again. Its true form may be hidden in the sky, or in a vague dreamland, but its shadow has already truly descended upon the earth. "boom!" "Chichichichi...!" Twisted roots broke out of the soil, just like what she saw in the vision, and began to entwine with each other, growing wildly along the shape of a cross.
"Piris...Piris..." "Hart...Hart..." "Flayemendi...Flayemendi..." A faint ballad could be heard in the cemetery, chanting the name of the evil god, becoming louder and brighter. The fog is getting thicker. And it is changing from white fog to gloomy gray fog at a very fast speed. Reality is collapsing.