On the silent cemetery.

Walking happily among the numerous tombstones.

With him as the center, the tides and millstones formed by the soul still exist, but they have long deviated from their original position.

【Yinyang Ghost Eyes (9)!】

After "saving" Uesugi Mitsuji, Anle's pace of absorbing the power of the ghost still did not stop.

Many ghosts "wake up" in his words, recognize the reality of their death, attack Happy in despair and pain, and then are crushed to pieces by the millstone.

Ignorance and ignorance are a protective umbrella.

If these dead people don’t know the truth, they may be immersed in this beautiful dream and will not wake up.

Even if they were bound, enslaved, and used, they were unaware of it and eventually died in the lie woven together with their subconscious.

This is not a kind of luck.

At least they died without pain, and even had hope, thinking that there would be a day to escape from this place.

From this perspective.

Anle can indeed be called a great evil person.

He not only wants to wake people from their dreams, but also put the bloody truth before them.

However, peace has no moral burden at all.

Whether these people are grateful to him or resentful to him, it has nothing to do with him.

Anle did this just because... these ghosts blocked his way to survive, that's all.

At this moment, Anle suddenly remembered what the crazy man said in the battle with Edward - "You, like me, are essentially just a monster in human skin!"

Anle shook her head and suppressed some emotions.

Now, it is not time to think about philosophical issues.

As his strength steadily improved and the ghosts in the entire quiet cemetery were gradually cleared, Anle did not feel at ease.

On the contrary, the sense of crisis coming from intuition became stronger and stronger.

The breath of the silent cemetery gradually became deeper and began to have a strong dead aura, which overflowed from the sky and the ground.

This means that the process of "restart" may be accelerated by peaceful actions.

‘Fast, you have to be faster…’

“That’s…”

As if to prove this unknown premonition, Anle glimpsed that in a corner of the gray sky, a black breath of ink suddenly appeared, just like a quiet cemetery night, coming from the horizon and invading the entire sky.

The faint sunlight was swallowed up in front of that color without any ability to resist.

Anle thought to himself: ‘Sure enough, has it started?’

He glanced at the light around him and couldn't help thinking: 'Didn't it mean that the light is the incarnation of the Lord of Radiance?'

‘Why don’t you have any ability to resist?’

‘Lord Hui, let’s have some effect! Lord Hui!’

Apart from the changes in the sky, there are also sudden changes on the desolate and quiet ground.

The tombstone that was far away from Anle suddenly shattered, and black and gray stones scattered all over the ground.

Then, fragments of the tombstone, like melted butter, melted into the ground of the silent cemetery, awakening some older and more terrifying existences.

The ground trembled, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on it.

It is like an unknown liquid of oil, penetrates out of it.

It is pitch black and sticky, full of indescribable obscenity and weirdness. Just contacting it with eyes can make ordinary people feel fear.

And this liquid actually looked like a living creature, creeping and expanding on its own.

All the ghosts that come into contact with it, without exception, are easily melted and turned into part of the liquid.

Those tombstones, as well as the corpses in the tomb chamber, are also the targets of this liquid devour.

The dark mucus is like a living monster, greedily grabbing the existence around him.

Such a change occurred from the edge of the quiet cemetery, like a stubborn moss, spreading to the center.

On a hillside not far from Anle.

Xiao Mo's face frowned, and a feeling of palpitations emerged for no reason.

She was so scared that she couldn't help but pop out her sharp cat claws, and her hair exploded slightly, and she entered a state of alert.

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Cat asked in confusion.

In her opinion, Mr. A seems to be unable to be stopped, and his purpose should be easily accomplished. Why did Xiao Mo react like this?

Xiao Mo's tone was a little uneasy: "I don't know."

"But... there is something bad, I'm coming!"

As one of the most mysterious animals, cats are born with inspiration and keen intuition that are beyond ordinary people.

This intuition has also saved her life in countless crises in the past.

Xiao Mo and Mrs. Cat's eyes were facing each other.

Without words, Madam Cat can understand her feelings.

The cat lady hugged Xiao Mo hard, and the black cat's body seemed to turn into liquid and merge into it.

The two are combined into one, and some cat-like characteristics appear on the cat lady.

[Human and cat fusion method!]

Little Ganxiang next to her widened her eyes and murmured: "Big sister, she has become a cat!"

Of course, Xiao Mo is not the only one who is aware of danger.

Anle even more keenly distinguished that it was... the breath of the undead.

As early as when he first entered the quiet cemetery, he had learned that there were many powerful undead here.

Even the towering, gray sky itself is an extremely huge soul.

In the definition of this world, the undead and the ghost are different.

Ghosts are the undead.

But the undead is not necessarily a ghost.

Its definition is much broader.

The living dead, the corpse girl... Any existence with certain intelligence that is related to death can be called the dead.

And in the quiet cemetery, what is most likely to become the dead are people's obsessions, emotions, and countless things buried underground.

After the transformation of the happy soul, we can see the originally invisible scenes.

He found that the dead above his head was absorbing a special substance, which was the obsession with people's desire to survive and escape from this place, and was mixed with pain, despair and other emotions.

It's like...the undead is feeding on these things!

As happiness exposes people's dreams, in a short time, the undead gains more despair and pain.

But he lost the obsession of the ghosts.

The undead was born based on this obsession. Once all the ghosts disappeared, their power would be like a rootless duckweed, and there would be a day of exhaustion.

Therefore, as Anle's clearance continued, the dead in the sky finally couldn't bear it.

A eye was opened in the gray sky.

It is so huge, like the sun that cannot be ignored.

This eye is not made of flesh and blood, but a kind of bizarre and physical energy.

There is a weird and ridiculous halo, and the color of the halo is not known to humans, like the unpredictable color formed by all the different colors mixed together in just the right proportions.

Those lines seem extremely complex, but they reveal a simple beauty.

Yes, beautiful.

Anyone who sees this eye will give such an evaluation.

That kind of beauty seems to be above all things in the world.

It not only exists in vision, but also in all perceptions such as hearing and touch. It is like the air in the world, you can't see it, but you must rely on it to survive. When the rain passes and clears, the irides that it transforms are hung high above the sky, which is the ultimate form of beauty.

“Bad imitation.”

For some reason, Anle muttered to himself softly, as if evaluating the image of that eye.

Contempt and mockery emerged from a corner of my heart again.
To be continued...