Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 409

[Chapter 407 Gunshots in the Cemetery]

, the old guard raised his head again and glanced at the guard’s cabin next to him.

He had already reported the agitation of the dead in the morgue to the cathedral in the form of an express mail, but he has not received a response yet—apparently, now that the entire city is covered in a strange thick fog and the sunlight in the sky has disappeared strangely, The cathedral has no extra energy to pay attention to the abnormal situation in a small cemetery.

“I can only rely on myself…” The old guard muttered, tightening the coat on his body, the leather soft armor lined with the coat and the metal plate made a slight friction sound, “The scope of this fog is not small…”

Kala The sound of rubbing and knocking broke the dead silence in the cemetery. Under the thick fog, the coffins on several nearby mortuary tables seemed to vibrate slightly.

“…For the sake of my vigil for you dead people every day, can’t you be more peaceful at this time?” The old guard frowned and raised his gun slightly. He knew that the corpses that had been parked for a few days suddenly It was because of this weird fog that he “moved”, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

Probably we can only wait for them to get up, and then shoot them away one by one.

While thinking this way in his mind, a sound different from the commotion in the surrounding coffins suddenly caught the old man’s attention. He was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly, and looked up at the path at the entrance of the cemetery.

A small figure stumbled out from the other end of the path. The thick white coat and skirt looked like a ball of bouncing snowballs in the dim environment.

“Grandpa Watcher! Help me! Grandpa Watcher! Are you there!?”

The jumping little snowball yelled on the path, and the voice sounded panic and tension that was trying to suppress.

“Annie!” The old guard suddenly ignored the surprise and subconsciously shouted to the girl through the thick fog, “Come here, don’t go that way!”

The little girl who ran into the cemetery in a panic finally saw the old man standing near the guard’s hut. There was a moment of relaxation on the tense and frightened face, and then she ran towards this side quickly: “Grandpa guard ! Great that you are here…”

“Why are you still running around outside at this time!?” The old guard immediately scolded loudly with a sullen face, ignoring the girl’s cheers, because today’s situation is different from the past. The danger of dense fog is not like the snowy and slippery streets on weekdays, “Do you know that the whole city is under martial law now?!” “

I got separated from my classmates!” Annie was taken aback by the old man’s stern appearance and tone, but Still waved his hands quickly and explained, “We went to visit the museum with the teacher, and when we came out, there was a thick fog. The teacher said to take us to the nearest night shelter, but they disappeared into the fog in the blink of an eye. …”

The old guard stared: “Walking into the fog and disappearing?

” Find a place to hide, the museum is blocked, no adults can be found on the street, all the doors are locked, I knock on the door but no one opens, and then I remembered what the teacher said, if you are in danger, go to the nearest pastor , guard or sheriff, recently in the cemetery, I heard you say that you are a veteran of the guard…”

Hearing the girl’s crackling explanation, the expression on the old guard’s face changed rapidly several times, and he realized that he was in a hurry. The little girl was wrongly blamed. The child’s response was actually a calm move among his peers, but he couldn’t save face for a while, so he could only continue to keep a straight face: “So you came to seek refuge in the cemetery?”

Annie nodded vigorously: “Yes, they all say that guard veterans are stronger than ordinary guards…” “…

but the cemetery is not a suitable place to take refuge,” the old guard said in a deep voice, “especially in this kind of Time.”

Annie panicked, “I… I shouldn’t have come here?” “

…No, there is no better choice now, you are more likely to get into an accident by running around in the dense fog,” the old guard shook Shaking his head, “You hide first…”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a strange sound of Kerala nearby, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow suddenly rising from the nearest mortuary table—a mouthful of inferior quality. The lid of the coffin was suddenly pushed open, a restless arm struggled to lift up from the coffin, and then, the restless dead got up from it!

Before he had time to remind Annie to close his eyes, the old guard instinctively raised his double-barreled shotgun. After a bang, the corpse that had just staggered up fell to the sky, and fell from the mortuary table due to loss of balance. Rolled up and fell to the ground.

“Ah!”

Annie, who was hiding behind him, was only a child after all, and was immediately taken aback by the gunshot, but compared to the gunshot, she was more shocked by the… corpse that sat up in the mist just now.

“That… that…” The little girl pointed at the morgue just now in horror, stammering.

The old guard subconsciously said, “Don’t be afraid, it’s just…” “

I told you about it in Chapter 6 of Book Three of Supernatural!” Annie finally got her breath back and shouted quickly, “The teacher said that at this time, you should immediately recite it silently in your heart. Bartok’s name, and then beat the agitated ones with rosewood branches or smoked ropes, and then run to the nearest church for help…” The

old guard listened to the little girl’s crackling words in a daze. After two or three seconds, he suddenly raised the shotgun, loaded it again, turned around and aimed at another mortuary platform without looking back. The ordeal lay back where it should have slept.

“Your current textbooks are different from mine back then. We put this class after high school.” He said casually.

Annie held her head subconsciously, her small body trembling from the shock of another gunshot, although she reacted quickly when reciting the text just now, she still showed her fear and nervousness quite honestly.

“Hide in the house.” The old man immediately covered the little girl and came to the guard’s hut, opened the door with his backhand, and pushed Annie in. “No matter what happens outside, never leave—as long as you don’t go out, this room The hut is as safe as the icon hall of the church, understand?”

Annie widened her eyes in horror, and nodded subconsciously while looking at the thick fog outside, and in her sight, a person in the thick fog The morgues seemed to come alive one after another. Shadows squirmed between the platforms, and invisible roars echoed in the cemetery. Wake up and sit up in the “bed” that should provide people with rest.

The old guard pushed Annie into the hut, closed the door casually, turned around and fired another shot.

The caretaker’s hut is very strong and protected by spells, but if all the dead people in the entire cemetery really climb up, then this thin and small shelter may not be able to block all attacks—even if it is physically blocked, the siege of the dead It is also possible that the resulting mental stimulation penetrated the protection of the hut and affected the child.

Kill as many as you can, and Annie will be safe.

“God of death, I’ve been retired for ten years!”

The old soldier grunted muddyly in his throat, pulled the bolt skillfully in his hand, dropped the cartridge case and loaded it again, but there seemed to be something hidden in his already cloudy eyes. A ball of flames, almost no aiming process, he has already aimed at the next restless resident.

With the bang of the gun, the dead rest in peace, the smoke rises, and the soul dies.

“The gatekeepers on the ‘other side’ are quite busy today, I hope they have time to deal with so many souls who are on the road

ahead of time.” The old guard muttered, but his hands kept moving. Moving in the same direction, he loaded the bullets again and again, fired again and again, and sent his “residents” on the road ahead of time again and again.

More and more rickety corpses appeared around the path.

Those shadowy figures even confused the old guard for a moment——

Are there so many dead bodies in the cemetery? All the morgues add up, can so many corpses be parked?

Did they just pop out of nowhere out of this thick fog? !

boom!

After another gunshot, the old guard heard a roar coming from a very close distance. Without raising his head, he touched his chest with his left hand, and a dagger appeared in his hand. The next second, he His body seemed to disappear out of thin air and reappeared and moved a few meters away from the door. The short sword cut down in the air instantly, a corpse fell, and a swollen and deformed head rolled to the ground.

The old man looked down and saw that there was only one huge eye on the head.

The astonishment in his heart only lasted for a moment, and the old man had already returned to the door of the hut. At the same time, he raised his gun and pointed at another shadow rushing towards this side staggering in the mist.

I pulled the trigger, but the gun didn’t fire, only the click of the bolt being emptied.

The old man’s eyes changed slightly, he quickly put away the dagger, and touched the bullet pouch at his waist with his free hand—it was already empty.

After a moment of silence, the old guard sighed: “Alright, the number is almost the same…”

He put down the shotgun that had been emptied, reached out and took out his dagger again, and looked up at the wobbly figures emerging from the mist. One by one.

A slight creaking sound came from behind.

The caretaker’s cabin was opened from the inside.

The old man turned his head in astonishment, and saw Annie looking at him cautiously.

The little girl clutched a loaded rifle—his spare weapon—in her hands.

And under the little girl’s feet were several bullet bags and ammunition boxes, large and small.

Obvious scratches can be seen on the floor, and these heavy things were obviously dragged by Anne from the corner with great effort.

“Grandpa, use this,” Annie raised her hand, handing the rifle to the old man in front of her with some effort, “Can it be used?”

“…Yes.” After a moment of silence, the old man nodded, reached out to take the rifle, and at the same time threw the double-barreled shotgun to the girl, “Reload.”

(End of this chapter)