Lord of the Silver Crow

In the morning, the curtain of rain fell in the cemetery of Qiangwei Church.

The members of the thorn tree all wore dark black funeral attire.

Involving extraordinary factors, almost every country attaches great importance to the clothing culture produced under the cultural factor of death.

Formal clothing formed under the cultural infection almost parallel to the banquet culture.

Yago, dressed in a dress similar to the formal dress of the previous life, holding a silver-handled cane in his left hand, stood quietly on the edge of the thorn tree line with a black umbrella in his hand.

At the very front, Uncle Sander, he was holding a black-gray shovel.

Uncle Sander is a relative of Fanny La.

At this moment, the uncle Sander, whom Yago was familiar with, had a cold expression on his face.

but……

Even Yago could feel his fluctuating spiritual fog.

Subconsciously, Yago looked at Captain Friesen.

Similar to the uncle's expression, the captain's face was also somewhat indifferent.

but……

Facing the tombstone, he focused on Uncle Sander's body.

"out of control……"

The captain is alerting the uncle to lose control.

"..." Yago was silent.

With a bunch of dark black roses tucked in his chest pocket, Sandel silently closed the black coffin with only clothes and black and white photos framed in frames.

After closing the black coffin covered with thorns, Sander took the shovel, and Sander personally shoveled the rain-soaked soil into the tomb.

And at this moment, in the rain curtain, a black shadow less than the size of a pinky finger that Yago couldn't see his figure passed by, stopped at the side of Jacqueline's ear in front of him, and stopped there, which contrasted sharply with the black dress. On the pale flowers.

Watching the dirt shovel down and cover it, Jacqueline in a black dress was silent for a while, then turned to look back at Yago, waved to him, and then immediately turned around and left with the black umbrella. After leaving the team, heading in the direction of the carriage in the rain.

...

The carriage traveled on the road, and the wheels rolled up the rain, leaving ripples in the puddles.

Jacqueline sat opposite, closed her eyes, as if thinking about something.

Just as many conjectures emerged in Yago's mind that could be the reason for calling him out alone, Jacqueline on the opposite side adjusted the flowers on his head and whispered:

"The priest is back."

"She's back? Why is it so long?"

Yago asked with some confusion.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although he was quite bashful about Sally Lynn, Yago was also a little concerned about her safety.

Two Sequence 6 Extraordinaries died, and Sally Lin also seemed to have encountered something...

"do not know."

Jacqueline shook her head, saying that she didn't know either:

"Your Excellency priest returned to the club and began to rest. She said that after she woke up, she would immediately set off for the county diocese. It seemed that something happened..."

Immediately, she continued:

"Your Excellency will take Finnilla's body to the county diocese, where the corpse will be processed."

As she said, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"Why go to the county diocese to deal with it? In order to avoid accidents when we deal with Fenila's body?"

Yago couldn't help asking.

How much impact will the processing of the corpse of a teammate have on the processor?

Yago doesn't know, but this will definitely leave an impact and increase the possibility of losing control.

Emotions, overuse of abilities, and spirituality are all factors that can easily cause the Extraordinary to lose control.

After being silent for a while, Jacqueline whispered:

"When it has not become a monster, that is, when it has not lost control, the existence of'mystery' is quite different from that after it has lost control."

"Also, before losing control, at low sequence, the degree of mystery and body combination is limited."

Jacqueline said something he hadn't read in the archives and the occult books available for consultation:

"Even if it is through imitation and acting to actively fit the mystery, even if you have completely digested and controlled the ‘mystery’ ability, you still cannot fully integrate yourself with the mystery."

"When fully integrated, we are no longer human."

She stroked her cheek, her tone was slightly trance:

"The'old posture', the real appearance of the Beyonder, only when he becomes the old posture can he truly control and fit the mystery."

"The minimum standard for opening the old posture is the beginning of the middle sequence-Sequence 6. Only when your own spirit and flesh, and your own spirit and awareness reach a certain level, can you actively recover after opening the old posture."

"In the low sequence, with the exception of individual sequences, opening the old posture is basically equivalent to death."

"In low sequence, we generally call it..."

"Out of control," Yago whispered.

There was a sadness in Jacqueline's eyes:

"After losing control, it is basically impossible to sift out the'mystery' by relying on the mist."

"The only way..."

Speaking of this, Jacqueline choked, as if thinking of something sad.

When Yago was surprised when Jacqueline showed this expression for the first time, Jacqueline's next sentence made Yago's eyes widened:

"...Just let some living creatures eat the corpses, and their body parts will become extraordinary materials..."

Let the living creatures eat the corpse! ?

That Finnilla! ?

Yago couldn't help clenching his fists.

what is this! ?

Why use this method to deal with! ?

"You want to keep it secret."

After talking, Jacqueline whispered:

"Don't irritate others."

"..." Yago opened his mouth and looked at the expression on Miss Jacqueline's face. He finally nodded.

What kind of grief does the insider have to endure every time the body of an out-of-control teammate is handled?

What's your feeling when you witness the animals gnawing on the corpses of your teammates, but they can't and can't stop them?

do not know.

Yago didn't know.

Yago couldn't be sure how he was feeling.

consternation? incredible? pain? nausea?

Maybe both.

What kind of world is this?

Yago looked at the rain curtain outside the window and his mood grew heavier.

My understanding of this world can no longer be described by a bit.

ignorance.

Know nothing.

The two fell silent.

The carriage continued to move forward, and the old coachman in charge of driving, listened blankly to the voice coming from behind.

Listening to Jacqueline’s narration, the old coachman opened his mouth, trying to say something to stop her, but in the end, his exhortation turned into a pity sigh:

"Miss..."

...

The thorn tree, underground stronghold, a girl who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a torn and wide windbreaker, was asleep.

On the side, Capal, wearing a black funeral gown, had a complex expression.

However, at this moment, the girl turned over and a sharp canine tooth slipped out of her pocket and fell on the ground.

In Capal's curious and vigilant sight, the canine teeth gradually radiated heat.