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The dim moonlight provided poor illumination for the courtyard, but under the light of the fire, Aaron saw that Alice's face was a bit pale, and he could even feel the weakness in her heart.

"Miss, do you want to go in and take a look?" Ed stepped forward and asked Alice carefully.

"Master Sartre?" Alice did not respond directly, but looked at Sartre.

Sartre coughed, looked down at the leather bag on his waist, checked the stock of psychic powder, looked at Aaron again, and nodded to Alice, "If Sir Aaron wants to go in and take a look, .”

Alice looked at Aaron unconsciously, with some extremely complicated emotions in her eyes.

If there was room for mediation before, but now, with the appearance of this creeping hand, she knew that Tien's death was completely unclear.

It's not so much that I want to see Tien, but it's more that I want to confirm it with my own eyes.

The appearance of this creeping hand is definitely no accident.

She hoped her guess was wrong, but her mind told her it was unlikely.

Although Aaron didn't know what she was thinking, he could feel her loss at this time from her eyes. He softened in his heart and nodded.

"The guards should tell the city lord about this, and he should be here soon." Ed held up a torch and shield, walked at the front of the team, and reminded him at the same time.

The encounter with the Creeping Hand just now was quite short. On the one hand, the main combat power of the cultists was not here, and there was only one bronze-level Creeping Hand. On the other hand, Aaron and his party There were three bronze-level extraordinary beings joining the battle.

Although Sartre, the second generation of the tower, did not directly harm the Creeping Hand and used various auxiliary methods, the simple rituals he performed several times disrupted the Creeping Hand's attack just right.

Coupled with the cooperation of Alice and Ed, this creeping hand still failed to stir up many waves.

Of course, no one except Aaron counted the death of the attendant in the waves.

When Ed approached Tien's room, Aaron discovered that Tien's door had actually been completely nailed shut with wooden boards, but someone later forcibly split the wooden boards and forcibly removed the barrier.

Ed walked forward holding a torch, first looked down at the marks on the board, and said without looking back: "It's a human being. Someone broke the board with an ax or something like that."

"Isn't there anyone watching here?" Alice couldn't help complaining, but she remembered something and quickly stopped complaining.

If ordinary people are put under surveillance here, the final result will only be controlled by cultists.

And if we put extraordinary people here, if they are not bronze-level or even silver-level extraordinary people, I am afraid that the outcome will not be any better than that of ordinary people.

The special geographical location of Laiden City determines that it cannot have too many extraordinary beings, or in other words, extraordinary beings that can be driven by the Lord of Baars City.

According to Alice's understanding, even if Lord Bals is a gold-level transcendent, he can mobilize no more than ten silver-level and bronze-level transcendents in total.

Obviously, extraordinary people would not like to do such boring work as spying, especially if the surveillance involves the time of the cult - who knows if they will encounter people from the cult!

As she thought this, she drew out her long sword and one-handed shield again, and opened the door instead of Ed.

Because even the windows were sealed, the room was pitch dark and it was impossible to see what was inside.

But as the wooden door was pushed open, a faint rancid smell entered Aaron's nose, making him frown.

After repeatedly testing that there were no traps, Ed and Alice finally entered the room and immediately lit the candlestick on the table.

Perhaps it was because Tien had been dead for some time and most of the traces and aura had dissipated. However, there was still a large pool of eye-catching purple-black on the ground, covering almost half of the ground.

The layout of the room is almost the same as that of Sartre's room. It is just as simple and practical, except that there is a small bookshelf in Tien's room, with several books with different covers scattered on it.

Sartre then led Aaron into the room. He took a deep breath of the slightly filthy air and murmured to himself: "The spicy smell of snake gallbladder, the coldness of Condensing Grass, the sour smell of Rotted Soul Flower, There are also awakening roots and sleepless grass..."

Aaron was listening to the side with a confused look on his face. He only heard Sartre reciting a long list of nouns that he didn't understand at all like he was reciting the names of dishes. He couldn't help but a few more question marks appeared on his head, " Those are……"

"Those are the spices needed for the ceremony, but trouble is coming..." Sartre sighed and shook his head at Alice, "I'm sorry, what I can confirm is that at least two ceremonies have been held here, the latest one is about It was two or three days ago, if I guess correctly, it was the hand chopping ceremony to make the creeping hand."

"Two or three days ago?" Aaron couldn't help but interrupt, "Then we just..."

"The main material for the hand chopping ceremony of the Creeping Hand is the soul of the victim. Only in this way can the production of the Creeping Hand be accelerated. Otherwise, it will take a while for the Creeping Hand to slowly absorb the vitality and extraordinary aura of the corpse. "

Sart patiently explained to Aaron, while on the other side, Alice and Ed had already walked to Tion's bed.

Although Alice was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but snorted coldly, with a bit of anger showing on her face.

Lying on the bed was an extremely skinny corpse, almost as if a layer of human skin was wrapped around the bones, like a mummy, and it was almost impossible to tell what he looked like in life.

Even because the life force was sucked out, Tien's figure has shrunk significantly. He was originally at least a middle-aged man, but now he only looks like the height of a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, which looks particularly strange.

The most eye-catching thing is of course his right hand that was broken at the elbow but missing.

Of course, everyone knows where it went.

"We were in Tion's room a few days ago, and we watched Colin nail Tion's door shut." Alice turned to Sartre and said.

Aaron poked his head out curiously, caught a glimpse of Tien's body on the bed, and couldn't help but smacked his lips.

Fortunately, after experiencing the two cult incidents of the Man-Faced Rat and the Creeping Hand, his resistance to horrific images has obviously improved a lot, at least he is no longer sensitive to corpses.

"A few days ago?"

"Three days ago."

"Wait, that's not right!" Aaron said suddenly, "There may be something wrong with Lord Bars!"