adventurer killer

In the dark world, turbidity is the main color. Whether it is the gloomy and oppressive low sky, or the simple scarecrow in the withered field, they are all covered with a layer of pencil dust.

In the apocalyptic scenery presented by the impressionist masters with black and white film, ordinary people live very hard, and they have to spend every day carefully.

Iluna sat on the cold bench, pursing her dry lips, her eyes were deeply attracted by the three boiled corn in the center of the wooden table, she seemed out of her mind.

As soon as she stretched out her dirty little hands to the aluminum basin, her mother Servi immediately made a fierce expression and patted her daughter's fingers aside: "Wait for your father."

"Where's Dad?" Iluna rubbed her hand that didn't hurt at all, full of grievances, and blinked at her mother with her dark eyes full of ignorance.

"You see, I'm useless, Iluna. Dad is doing farm work in the fields outside. We agreed to eat together when Dad comes back. Have you forgotten?"

Sylvie folded her arms across the table, her dry yellow face full of warmth turned towards her daughter.

She found that her daughter drooped her little head after hearing this.

So she made a little corn soup for her daughter with a spoon.

Pushing the crystal-clear soup in front of her daughter, this woman who never felt helpless in a difficult life quietly pinched her sore nose.

Her daughter has inherited the best genes from her and her husband, with strong black hair, fair skin like a farm girl, and dark, pristine eyes.

The Jiatoao United Kingdom has always believed that people with this appearance are the easiest to become God's chosen people, but at that time the Jiatoao United Kingdom's army had not recovered this side.

This dilapidated town called Leri used to be a border town in the neighboring country of Gatoao United Kingdom. It is famous for its animal husbandry products, and everyone in the town lives and works in peace and contentment.

Sylvia held the spoon of consommé and lost in thought. They were not the poorest in Lery.

Because they can still hold their own farmland among the few dozen people left in the town.

Part of the town is now the territory of ghouls, and the other side is guarded by the strongest men in the dozens of people.

His husband, Ribble, was part of the production team.

The production team was responsible for cultivating the limited grain fields, and the garrison team built by Lerry was responsible for guarding a wooden fence that cut across the entire town.

The wooden fence was studded with silver barbs, the advantage of which was to guard against the chief of ghouls, the vampire.

This kind of creature is very mysterious. They have intelligence no less than human beings and can fly.

People in the garrison had seen such a creature before, a thin man dressed as a gentleman, holding a hunting stick, wearing a top hat, and wearing exquisite riding boots that tightened around the calf.

When such a person appeared among evil and dirty ghouls, no one would be wrong.

Therefore, the situation in Lerry is very critical recently, and some people even escaped despite dissuasion.

Thinking of this, Sylvie pursed her mouth and shook her head, trying to forget the figure of the terrifying man who had appeared in the rumors, but she couldn't help but focus on the empty space above the fireplace.

There used to be a silver candlestick there, which she brought from her natal family, but in order to defend against vampires, she could only reluctantly donate the candlestick.

"Remember, you must not go near the fence alone." The spoon in Servi's hand drew a circle, and finally pointed to her daughter's eyebrows full of doubts.

"Why? Mom? Dad often takes me there to play. I'm never alone."

The daughter's carefree smiling face is like a flower protruding from the rotten surface.

It is clean and white, it grows with the filthy soil around it, and it breeds undefiled by it.

Servi suddenly became confused. After hearing her daughter's speech, her mind was very confused.

Today's Leary Township is a place so small that neighbors are disturbed by snoring.

In order to strengthen the defense, explosives were arranged in many single-family houses, and the remaining people lived together.

Servi grabbed her daughter's hand, pulled her into her arms a little rudely, and then covered her mouth carefully: "What are you talking about? Iluna?"

Iluna sniffed in horror. The warm and familiar breath on her mother's hand made her try to restrain herself before she screamed in fright: "Mom, what's the problem?"

"I'm asking, what did you just say? It was with your father, 'often' going to the fence?" Sylvia turned her around and stared anxiously at the bewildered daughter.

She raised her soft little hands, first grabbed the shoulder straps on the cotton pajamas, and then moved to scratch her ears: "Yes, Dad sometimes takes me for a walk over there."

There was a questioning color in her eyes, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Servi's face was pale. She picked up the corn soup bowl and spilled the soup all over the table with a shake of her hand.

"Did you go to see someone? Tell me in a low voice." Servi lowered her head and spoke as slowly as possible.

people?Is there anyone on the other side of the fence?

"Oh, yes, Mom, an uncle wearing a top hat, every time he sees Dad, he will give him a bottle of drink." Servi's face collapsed.

"Drinks?" she asked vaguely.

"Yes, it's red, like wine. I asked Dad if I could have a sip." Speaking of this, little Iluna curled her lips with an aggrieved expression.

"Iluna, now, hold your puppet, and we'll leave immediately." Servi lifted the long patched skirt, and stuffed a broken bear puppet to her daughter, and she began to rummage through the box.

Iluna hugged the puppet, her shoulders were trembling: "Mom, Mom, don't we have to wait for Dad to come back..." She glanced at the aluminum basin on the table that was still steaming.

"No, there's no time, Iluna, pack those three corns now." Iluna noticed that her mother was squatting in front of the cabinet, and she was packing some things.

A few possessions worth taking to another place where humans could live, a pair of silver bracelets and a gold necklace, and some small gold coins she had never seen before.

"Don't dawdle, hurry up." Servi turned her face away. In the place where the candlelight did not reach, Iluna could only see the anxious and even angry profile of her mother in the shadows.

Iluna struggled to raise her body slightly higher than the table, and pulled the aluminum basin with her short, round hands. Tears were streaming in her eyes, and she stared at the three corns and wiped away the tears.

Servi packed a bundle, and when she returned to the dining table, Iluna had packed the corn into a small cloth bag. The mother and daughter looked like tourists preparing to travel, and she managed to squeeze out a smile.

"From today on, we're going to try to forget Dad, you know?"

Poor people can't believe in illusions if they want to live, and Leary's final moments are coming sooner than she can imagine.

Iluna doesn't understand anything, she doesn't understand at all, what's so scary about Dad talking to a handsome gentleman outside the fence?

Why does mom say that about dad.

However, Servi knew that since about two weeks ago, her husband would talk to his daughter and himself in a bright and happy tone every night when he came back from the busy farming season, without a trace of fatigue on his face.

Of course, she also knew that the husband of the neighbor, Mrs. Rousseau, would crawl back like a dead dog every night, dragging his half-dead body from overwork.

Ten people, raising dozens of others, still farming on this kind of land polluted by the dead, is tantamount to racing against the god of death.

His husband was also in the same worrying situation two weeks ago. Every time Servi saw Ribble's more haggard face and thick dark circles, she felt distressed to death.

Something special must have happened to his husband, maybe because he didn't want to die from exhaustion, maybe because he had the belief that he wanted to live, he came into contact with unclean things.

Sylvie is an ordinary peasant woman, she can't possibly know what the guy in the black top hat is from?Is it really the same as the rumors say.

Of course, it is also possible that a capitalist who is not afraid of death from some other town sold some kind of health care product to his husband in cunning language.

Because that health product contains banned drugs, he would recommend this product to the farmer at a time when there are few people around.

is it possible?Sylvia asked herself.

She wanted to believe it, but felt it was absurd. In the dark world, the chance of such a thing happening was very small.

Unless the identity of a capitalist is converted into a vampire, then the explanation about the health medicine is logical.

"I've lost my husband forever." The grief in Servi's heart was beyond her young daughter's comprehension.

So, when she pushed open the door and found that her husband was raising his hand in a friendly manner, her daughter ignored her teaching just now and plunged into her father's arms.

Ribble just got off work, and his mud-stained boots meant that it was impossible for him to be lazy in order to maintain a chic appearance like he just went to a banquet like now.

"Are you back? What are you doing at the door?" Servi hurriedly threw the bag behind the door. She grabbed the skirt with her hands, wiped it vigorously, and asked with a smile.

Ribble just lowered his head, stroked his daughter's soft black hair, and then put the straw hat on her head: "Yes, I'm back, dear. Of course I am, and I was about to knock on the door."

"Father, Mom said that starting today, I will try to forget you." The daughter raised her small face and complained to her father full of grievances, complaining about how her mother was abusive and selfish.

"Mom also told us to take the corn away, so I won't let you eat it." Sylvia stared blankly at her smiling husband and her ignorant and lovely daughter who only knew to complain.

Normally, this would be the scene that people who care about human relations would like to see the most, but now, this scene is full of insidiousness everywhere, and there is only a thin line between it and its superficial brilliance.

"What do you say? Do you think I came back too late?" Ribble was not angry. She patted her daughter's head, gently held his wife's hand, and met her eyes.

He was still full of vigor when he first met him, with no bloodshot eyes, flat eye bags and no fatigue, just like every young man who lived in this town before.

"We've got to talk about it." Sylvia thinks about the moments when they met, and thinks that the vows they made on their wedding day about sharing weal and woe should always work.

Her husband grinned and took off his boots at the door, taking care not to let any mud drip inside.

His daughter has been holding the puppet, standing by and watching her father.

"You're weird today." Ribble shook his head and said with a smile.

"It's you who's weird, Ribble. You've become different, and I know you have something to say to me." Servi saw her husband who slowly pulled a chair and sat down.

In order to comfort his wife who seemed a little sad, Ribble moved the chair closer to her. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the small satchel on his daughter's shoulder and the empty aluminum basin in the center of the table.

"Wow, are you really going to run away from home? My dear, what's wrong with you?" Nowadays, men who think about their wives having an affair are fools, so how is that possible?

Without Ribble's work, Servie and her daughter would have a high chance of starving to death within two weeks.

"I mean, in front of our daughter, we should be open and honest." Sylvie subconsciously avoided the hand extended by her husband, who was going to touch his wife's face.

"I don't quite understand what you said." Ribble withdrew his finger, and Sylvie also saw ironclad evidence from that fingertip that she would never believe, there were some wet bloodstains on it.

"Are you sitting here as a human, or some kind of monster? I hope you are still the same Ribble with a clear mind, and Iluna is looking at you."

Servi stared at her husband's puzzled eyes at first, and then gradually smiled. He smiled and looked back at his daughter standing still at the door: "What do you think? Have I changed?"

Iluna didn't say a word, she couldn't understand what her parents were saying, but she just vaguely felt that they were going to quarrel.

This is hard to see in the days when model couples get along.

Servi's face was full of pain, she couldn't bear to continue to see her husband exist in this warm and dilapidated residence in an unbalanced posture, so she roared in hatred.

"Ribble, you bloody vampire! How can you be tricked by bad people to drink blood!" She kept her volume relatively low to ensure that no outsiders could hear her.

Ribble blinked curiously, facing his wife's unreasonable snarl, he murmured, "Honey, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Sylvia sat in the wooden chair in despair, her thin arms trembling with grief and anger. She thought she had wronged her husband, but after all, they had lived together for a long time.

It is very important for a husband and wife to understand each other's micro-expressions when they get along, so Sylvie can swear that she saw a slight contempt in the puzzlement between her husband's brows.

"I'm sorry, Ribble, I want to go for a walk alone. I'm too sensitive because of the rumors of vampires outside the town." She stood up with her head bowed.

Ribble raised his gaze a little, and raised his head following her wife's tall figure: "That's right, Servi, you're making such a fuss, did I do anything to make you doubt?"

"They made up vampires to scare people who want to escape. How could there be such a thing as our barren land?" Ribble said kindly.

When his wife left his side, he also tried to put his hand around her waist, but the other party moved in a hurry, as if after stepping out of that door, it was impossible to come back.

In fact, after Servi had been a good wife for half her life, the only time she dared to make up her own mind was tonight.

His husband is just a farmer. There is no reason to think that a monster that only exists in legends will decide whether to get involved because of whether a place is rich or barren?

"My poor Ribble, wouldn't that monster trick you into saying that you are the only one worth saving in this town? Why are you so stupid?" Her Ribble was already dead.

The monster next to the table now, he drank blood with his fur, and after leaving aside Rible's withered skin, it should be the long-haired monster with crazy-growing fangs described in the legend.

"But I have to stay calm, I can't let it see that I'm going to seek help from the garrison!" She walked to the door quite calmly, and looked down at the little girl.

"Mom, we..." "Baby, let me clamp you." Her voice was very low, and when she bent down and spread her elbows, she was sure Iluna heard the words.

"But, Mom." The little girl tilted her head and looked at a thick shadow behind her mother. The shadow obviously got higher and higher, expanding like a dark cloud.

"No but." Servi touched her daughter's soft little body, and she could give up her own life, but Iluna, she hoped that her daughter could live.

"But, but..." Due to nervousness, Iluna just stared at her mother's shoulder, unable to speak clearly.

The true form of the dark cloud is something that Iruna has never seen before.

The stench and strong stench and heat flew out along every mane of that thing, but its icy body could make a layer of scabs form on the floor.

Servi felt a little chill on her shoulders, and in the next second, she saw her broken neck, which was spurting blood, appearing under the angle of view.

When the consciousness quickly passed, she barely leaned on the head that flew away from her body, and smiled at her stunned daughter: "Run, I, mine, Iruna."

"But, Dad, Dad has fangs..." Iluna looked at the head that fell to the ground, and finally spit out the second half of the sentence.

She saw a door of shadows overflowing from the hairy monster, billowing thick smoke, pressing closer and closer to her.

The mother's upright body twisted a few times, and suddenly crumpled into a ball and was thrown into the shadows.

"Why are you doing this?" The monster's sad voice sounded chaotically behind the gate of shadows.

"Iruna, come to Dad quickly..."