Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Not enough words to speculate.

This is true with the master, and even more so with the monsters.

They had just been hit hard and were now all angry, so they were unable to establish friendly communication for the time being.

Then we can only fight a painful battle.

The tumor monsters attacked, Jiang Yuan summoned Fan Wen, and Jiang Jian held the flute sword tightly.

However, Jiang Yuan wanted to retreat, while Jiang Jian planned to kill all the monsters present and leave no one alive.

Just when the war was about to break out, suddenly--!

"Ding-ling-ling---"

The clear and pleasant bell sounds, like ripples, came from above the dense forest and invaded the eardrums.

Jiang Yuan seemed to have suddenly taken a big sip of mint lemon, and his mind inexplicably became clear.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the monsters around him immediately retreated down the mountain like a tide, as if they had seen a ghost.

A few of them ran in such a hurry that they fell to the ground, rolled around stupidly a few times, and accidentally rolled up their companions.

Finally, several monsters rolled down the mountain in a chaotic ball like a snowball.

The scene was simple and funny, making people laugh.

But now is not the time to laugh.

Executive officers who frequently go on missions know that such noises are a sign that something more dangerous is about to appear.

The light dimmed and the shadow of the dome covered the two people.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The next moment, the ground shook, and three huge black shadows waved stone wings, fell from the sky, and slammed heavily around the two people.

These are three angel statues holding stone swords, carved with knives and axes, and it is difficult to tell whether they are male or female.

Each statue was more than two meters tall, made of gray hard stone, with huge wings on its back. After solemnly imprisoning the two people like prey, they remained motionless.

However, the angels, who should have been kind and holy, were now looking down at the two of them, emitting a cold and terrifying aura of death, like three ruthless machines out to take their lives.

What’s even more bizarre is that, although they clearly had no pupils, Jiang Yuan felt as if he was being glared at fiercely by one of the statues, which made him feel uneasy.

Not far away on the mountain road, black sticks tapped the ground and leather shoes stepped on dead leaves, making crisp sounds.

Soon, an elegant and slender figure emerged from the mist.

Jiang Jian reminded: "They should be from the spiritual retreat, be careful."

Jiang Yuan nodded: "Yes."

The person who came was a young man about the same age as Jiang Yuan.

He has a handsome face, with short milky blonde hair, blue eyes, and wears a tall black round hat, a long four-piece suit, and handmade Oxford leather shoes. In his white-gloved hands, he holds a pure black cross-shaped cane, and in the center of the cross circle of the slender cane hangs a dark gold bell.

From head to toe, he exudes elegance and nobility, like an aristocratic gentleman during the Industrial Revolution.

Seeing the two men alert, the man shook his staff, and the bell rang crisply. The three stone angels moved stiffly, keeping a safe distance from the master and disciple.

"Don't be afraid, the patrolling angels guarding the monastery will not hurt you."

Jiang Yuan: "Who are you?"

The young man casually tucked his cane under his armpit, took off his hat, and introduced himself politely.

"Good afternoon, Miss Anna, Mr. George, I am Vincent Blake, the headmaster of Rosemary's Convent."

Jiang Jian pointed at himself and asked, "Dean Vincent, do you know me?"

His identity in the game is [Investigative Reporter], so Vincent shouldn't know him.

Vincent said, "I don't know them, but there will only be two people coming to our spiritual home today, one is the new nurse Anna, and the other is Mr. George who has an appointment to be admitted today."

It seems that the game system has arranged an undercover identity for the reporter.

Vincent looked at the two of them and said, "I came down to pick you up, but I didn't expect you two to come together. Do you know each other?"

Jiang Yuan and Jiang Jian shook their heads at the same time: "I don't know him."

Jiang Jian added: "We were being chased by those monsters on the road and we met by chance."

Vincent nodded, accepting the reason.

"Now that you two are here, let's go. It will be very dangerous in the mountains at night. We must return before dark."

*

Under the protection of three stone angels, the group walked up along the rugged mountain road.

The narrow road is wrapped by towering trees. The mountain breeze blows through the dense forest, and the leaves rustle. The sound is dense, like the whispers of countless old ghosts.

Vincent said, "I'm sorry, I came late and frightened you two."

Jiang Yuan asked in a female voice: "Dean, what were those monsters just now?"

Vincent shook his head: "I don't know the origins of these monsters, I only know that they suddenly appeared in Kuchazi Village half a year ago.

As soon as they arrived, they ate up all the villagers. I mobilized patrolling angels to deal with them several times, but it was really powerless. They always kept reproducing."

"Because of their obstruction, I lost many patients, but please rest assured, the spiritual temple is protected by angels. As long as you don't go out, those monsters will not threaten you."

Jiang Yuan looked at the strange stone angels in front of him and nodded, "So that's how it is."

Thinking of the situation in Anna's letter, Jiang Jian asked indirectly: "However, before I came here, I heard that some spiritual homes would abuse patients. Does the dean know about these rumors?"

Vincent's tone immediately turned colder: "Which spiritual temple?"

Jiang Jian spread his hands: "I don't know, I just heard about it."

The young dean heard the patient's concerns and said seriously, "I don't know about other places, but with me, Mr. George can rest assured.

Rosemary's Convent is well-known for its people-oriented and service-oriented approach. It will give every patient the warmth of home and will never harm any patient. "

Jiang Jian folded his hands and pretended to believe: "Is that so? Then I feel relieved."

During the conversation, the noisy sounds of crows could be heard from the end of the woods.

Vincent stood at the end of the woods and said to the two, "We're here."

Sure enough, once we came out of the woods, we saw from afar a group of old Baroque-style buildings located on a spacious flat ground.

This was their destination, Rosemary's Monastery.

However, the originally luxurious and elaborate buildings, with their pearl-like round domes, have lost their colors due to the erosion of time, and are full of signs of decay, decadence, and desolation.

It is as eerie as a ruin that has been forgotten for hundreds of years.

At first glance, you can almost smell the musty attic and rotten cobwebs.

Especially on top of the tallest main building, it was covered with charred and dead vines, dark clouds covered the sky, and black crows were wandering around, calling noisily and restlessly.

The implication is ominous.

Very ominous.

No matter how you look at it, this is a Feng Shui dead end that breeds despair, conspiracy and death, Jiang Yuan thought.

In line with the world view background with magical elements, Master Jiang asked again: "Dean, has this place ever been cursed?"

Jiang Yuan was shocked: Hey! Master! You don't have to ask so bluntly! You should at least be more tactful!

Vincent looked at the spiritual monastery and said in a deep voice: "Maybe..."

Jiang Yuan: "Hmm?!"

Under the gaze of the two, the gentleman covered his face with one hand and gave the answer with difficulty, embarrassment and difficulty in speaking:

"If there is a curse, it is probably... the curse of poverty."