book of old days

Chapter 102 Unlucky Tom

Ragnar arranged a vigil for Sigmund the Iron Arm and another hunter, and the others quickly fell asleep.

Trekking hard in the ice and snow all day long, the physical exertion was huge, and Xiao En was exhausted all over his body.

Sean rubbed his belly, he now understands why he has gained weight. They ate Hesai for more than a week, and Ragnar's eight-pack abs were eaten into one piece, and Sean himself gained weight More than ten catties, his belly is out, but these days it seems that he is about to lose weight, and he feels that if he continues like this, he will lose at least another twenty catties when he returns.

In order to prevent too much physical exertion, Sean had to eat a large bowl of lard stew for dinner. This kind of greasy food is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.

But the effect is also extremely obvious. After eating a bowl of stew, the whole person becomes warm, but also drowsy.

He was lying on a temporary bed made of wood by the firepit, with a piece of deerskin under his body and a bearskin covering his body. Looking at the red light of the flames dancing in the firepit, Sean gradually closed his eyes, and the sound in his ear The sound gradually faded, and he soon fell asleep.

He was too tired, and the exhaustion made him sleep like a dead man. The hunters around him were almost the same, and the room was full of grunting and heavy breathing.

Sean didn't know how long he had slept. He felt that he could sleep like this for a lifetime, until there was a rapid scream, and when he opened his eyes, he heard the barking of the dog next door.

The door, temporarily repaired with wooden boards, was wide open at this time, and the cold wind came in and made him shiver. The two night watchmen who were supposed to be guarding the door were completely gone at this moment.

It took him a few seconds to realize what had happened.

"Wake up, there are monsters!" he shouted, and Milok, who also woke up, let out a hoarse cry.

The hunters were awakened one after another, and immediately understood what had happened when they saw the tragedy at the door.

So they hurriedly got up and put on their clothes, and those with shotguns took their shotguns.

Sean pulled his bearskin coat off the shelf, and quickly put it on. The bearskin coat has been dried, and it is extremely comfortable and light to wear, with the warmth after baking, without sweat and snow. At least it made the outfit lighter by five or six pounds.

Pick up the shotgun and point it at the door. There are at least ten shotguns aiming in that direction at the same time. No matter what gets in, it will be hit head-on.

But after a while, there was nothing but the increasingly fierce cold wind.

Everyone cautiously approached the door and looked outside. There was nothing outside the door, only two bloodstains stretched out to the street in the distance.

"Sigimund was dragged away, and Willy! It's the devil, it must be the devil! The devil is after us." The fat man said in horror, as if he hadn't woken up yet, with a bewildered expression on his face.

This made the corner of Ragnar's mouth twitch. He slapped the fat man's face with his mouth. The fat man's expression froze for a moment, and then suddenly turned red.

"Fuck the devil," he said, picking up the shotgun and about to rush out desperately, as if he was very embarrassed by the lack of focus just now.

"Let's go out too!" Ragnar greeted, and the hunters came out in a file, searching along the bloodstains in the cold night. The bloodstains stretched all the way outside the town and disappeared on the frozen sea. Sean vaguely saw In the darkness in the distance, there seemed to be a gray-white shadow that quickly disappeared.

"Fatty, what did you see?"

"Maybe it's a beast. I don't know what it is. It looks big and weird. It's too far away. I can't see it at all."

Everyone was a little uneasy, and lost two more companions, and it was not because of any accident.

This time no one was kidding anymore.

Back in the keel hall, everyone no longer felt sleepy.

"What the hell is that?" Ragnar asked by the firepit as if talking to himself.

No one spoke, even Milok bowed his head in silence.

He suddenly remembered something, "John, aren't you a wizard, can you find out the origin of that thing?"

Scar Wilson muttered, "How is it possible, everyone who has seen it is dead, unless he can make the dead speak."

Xiao En couldn't help being startled when he heard this, but he remembered something, sighed, "Guess what——I really can."

Five minutes later, a group of people came outside again. Sean looked at his pocket watch. It was ten past three, which was a bit late, but it should still be in time.

He is about to summon a 'wandering spirit'.

According to the book, the souls of those who die in violence and pain will not dissipate quickly, but will turn into wandering souls, wandering in the place where they were before, and repeating the process of dying.

This cycle will continue for a long time if no external force intervenes.

There is no essential difference between a wandering soul and a lost spirit, they are both incomplete spirits, the only difference is that the wandering soul has not been obliterated, and still has self-awareness, sometimes they don't even know it I am dead.

And because of this, wandering spirits can communicate and even ask questions.

Medorian had once summoned the souls of a group of ancient wizards and asked them about magic knowledge.

The conditions for summoning a wandering spirit are similar to those for summoning a lost spirit.

[In the place where human bones are buried, where death gathers, use the undecomposed corpse as the shell, and when it meets the dark sun, summon the wandering dead. 】

The summoning conditions are almost the same, the only difference is probably that the wandering soul is more picky about the carrier because it still has a little intelligence, and must use a complete corpse as the carrier.

A group of people came to the south of the town, where they found a small cemetery. At first, only a few sailors who were in trouble were buried here. Later, the number of dead gradually increased. Now there are three tombstones worth 40 yuan.

Sean poked the ground, the land was undoubtedly immovable.

Fortunately, there are still half of the corpses on the street that can be used.

He asked everyone to take out picks and shovels from a grocery store, and dug up the half of the corpse.

Soon the body was dug up and carried to the cemetery.

Everyone looked at Sean anxiously.

Sean took out the Book of the Old, and checked the time again, it was 25:[-].

It's a bit too much, but it doesn't matter, Sean can feel that the content of this book is often not absolutely rigorous.

He didn't do too many ceremonial things. In such a cold day, he had to call early and finish his work early before he could go back to sleep.

Facing the half-frozen corpse, Sean immediately recited the spell.

"A weak existence from the spirit world."

"Sorrowful dead, wandering souls, new dead who linger in their homeland and refuse to leave."

"When it alternates with the dark sun, I call you! The place where death meets, I call you! The place where human bones are buried, I call you!"

"In the name of the contract signed between your and my ethnic group and the ancient times."

"I order you to appear in this world!"

A gust of wind blew up, and the torches in everyone's hands were disturbed, but the movement was not as huge as imagined. It seemed that fewer people were buried and there were fewer people. Sean thought vaguely that the scale of the Boneyard might determine the The reaction when summoned, this kind of reaction is likely to involve some kind of energy reaction between the spirit world and reality, what keeps the spirit body from dissipating, what opens the door to the spirit world, if you know spiritism Perhaps these can be better understood.

Be sure to write it down in your notebook.

"John!" Rag called out to him, bringing his scattered thoughts back to reality.

Sean looked at the corpse, and the corpse's eyes suddenly opened.

There was a burst of exclamation and the sound of gasping (in the true sense of 'gasping'). People looked at the dead man's eyes in horror. Those eyes were originally closed, but at this moment But he was staring wide open, with only the whites of his eyes, because his facial features had been frozen, he looked expressionless like a puppet, but he looked even more terrifying.

The corpse opened its mouth halfway, and made a lot... a lot of sound.

Sean immediately realized that his mouth and five sense organs should be frozen, making him unable to make a sound.

He hastily asked someone to bring the torch closer, the flames formed a circle around the corpse, the nearest one almost touched the face of the corpse, as the flames melted the ice and snow on the corpse, the corpse finally spoke, The voice was intermittent, with a weird hoarse tone, but parts of it could still be heard.

"It's so cold... so cold... so painful... where am I... what happened... am I... dead?"

Unfortunately, the corpse used this time is not complete, so the soul should not be able to stay for too long, Xiao En hurriedly seized the time to ask.

"Tell me, what happened here?"

"The monster...it ate me...it tore up the mayor...it killed--everyone, so cold..."

"What monster? What does it look like?"

"The beast...huge...it looked...like a bear...a bear with a human face..."

"Where did it come from? Why did it attack you?"

The corpse didn't answer, its lifeless eyes looked towards the sky, as if it wanted to find something.

"Hey, talk."

"My name is Tom...I want to go home...so cold...so cold...I want to go home...mother...father...and...Elizabeth...and...cold"

The corpse's eyes closed slowly, and it became stiff again, and the mouth made a...he sound, completely silent.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and there was an unusual silence all around.

Sean shook his head, feeling a little sad in his heart.

He looked at the dull-looking crowd, and spread his hands, "Then the answer came out, a huge beast, a bear with a human face."

As he said, he suddenly had some aftertaste. Damn, it couldn't be that guy Uruk, right?
(End of this chapter)