The Master of the Strange Realm

Old Jack didn't even finish listening to all the information Jenkins said.

"Can I just apply directly?"

"Of course, don't you know who you are... Young people are always full of curiosity, and I was the same when I was young. Did Oliver tell you about his youth? That was the second winter we met, and we went fishing together by the river..."

After that, it was the adventure story of Old Jack and his father. The main content of the story included strange bottles, inexplicable notes, strange addresses, missing men, etc. And when the story was finished, it was already late at night. Jenkins and Chocolate both looked unsatisfied. They liked this story very much.

"Go to bed, it's late."

Old Jack stretched, then stood up and cleaned up the dishes with Jenkins.

"But isn't the ending of the story too hasty? You found a great treasure from an era ago, but because the cave collapsed, everyone only took one thing?"

"Reality is always cruel, Jenkins, this is the truth, isn't it?"

The old man shook his head and said, then stared at the shabby notebook on the wall of the store in a daze, and accidentally overturned the pot with half a pot of porridge beside him.

The next morning, Jenkins brought his cat to the Sage Church in Shire City. Most people in the church were not very clear about the identity of this foreign scribe, but seeing that those who knew the truth were all solemn and dignified, they subconsciously became more polite to Jenkins.

He reported that he wanted to investigate the cemetery, and then stayed in the library to read. Half an hour later, the news came that the [Church of Death and the End] agreed to cooperate with the investigation, but the investigation permit for the tomb would not be delivered until later in the afternoon, so Jenkins could find something to do on his own.

"Why don't we go see the house where the doctor found the information!"

Jenkins said to his cat. Since Chocolate didn't say he didn't want to go, he set off happily.

The house where the doctor stayed temporarily a few years ago collapsed due to the heavy rain in autumn. When Jenkins arrived nearby, he saw only a ruin.

If it weren't for the news from Nolan that he wanted to investigate here, even the ruins might not exist now. The preliminary investigation has been completed. There are no police or people from the Orthodox Church nearby. Only a few children are happily rummaging through bricks and stones, and throwing things in their hands to their companions from time to time.

It can be imagined that in half a year, the valuable things in the ruins have been picked up by people. Jenkins didn't have any hope at first, but he saw a small piece of faint spiritual light after a glance.

This represents extraordinary materials containing spirits, which are things that only the gifted can use.

Looking around and seeing no one stopping him, he thought about going over and digging the things out. But this is a crowded street. As soon as he took a step, he felt that it was still a bit embarrassing to rummage through the garbage dump in public.

"Am I too pretentious?"

He muttered quietly, walked past the ruins with his hands in his pockets, and then turned into the alley.

"Chocolate, it's up to you! Dig out the things in the southeast corner, near the big tree!"

He began to encourage his cat, and then attracted Chocolate's disgusted eyes.

"I knew you were useless."

He said something that made him dream again tonight, then put on a black robe and transformed himself. The image kept flashing in the air, and Chocolate also changed his fur color like a competition.

Finally, the short boy ran out of the alley with a stray cat of mixed colors.

There is certainly no problem in rummaging through the garbage dump as a child, as long as you are careful not to be regarded as "grabbing the territory".

The things Jenkins saw were buried in the corner of the original site of the house, and from the location, it is very likely that they were also in the wall. Those things were not discovered by scavengers or the church because they were pressed by scattered stones and a whole piece of stone slab.

Jenkins tried to block the sight of others, and burned a big hole in the stone slab with his palm, and then took out the cloth bag underneath.

Of course, he did not forget to use [Reading] to patch up the stone slab, otherwise it would be very ugly.

He hid the things in his arms, and walked with Chocolate to the alley next to him to change back again, and then came to the small hotel he had been to several times again, and then took out the things in the cloth bag.

Except for some powder and dry grass leaves, there were all papers and books in it, and all of them were handwritten.

After a rough look, the content was somewhat related to the information seized from the doctor, and the handwriting of the handwritten part was also the same. A book called "Research on the Resurrection of the Human Bloodline into the Undead Form after Awakening" recorded a series of cruel human experiments in detail.

The research of the doctor in the villa was probably based on the information here, and the powder he used to turn the living into ghouls directly, Jenkins thought he might have gained some.

"But this person's handwriting is really ugly."

He said in a low voice, and Chocolate also catered to shout to agree.

In this way, it was afternoon, and Jenkins successfully obtained a permit to investigate the cemetery. The [Church of Death and the End] had already greeted the old gravekeeper there, and Jenkins could just go there directly.

If he needed help, the old gravekeeper would provide assistance as much as possible, and if it was still not enough, he could dispatch more people from the city.

Jenkins and Chocolate came to the suburban cemetery for the third time. The first time was in the afternoon, the second time was in the morning, and this time it was dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on this peaceful and peaceful land, turning everything here into gold. Two crows flew across the sky in the distance, and their crows added a sadder atmosphere to this somewhat desolate evening scene.

When we passed through the stone arch and stepped onto the gravel path, the old tombkeeper was already waiting at the door. This operation was a collaboration between the Church of the Sage and the Church of Death, so he took off his slightly shabby clothes and put on the black robe with the symbol of the tombkeeper. When he saw Jenkins walking in, he shook his head at him:

"If you had told me yesterday that you were the Sage's scribe, there would have been no more trouble today. Come with me and I will take you to get your tools."

The so-called tools are shovels, shovels, crowbars, wooden boards and some simple ritual items. The old gravekeeper took these and took Jenkins back to the house of Prior Jones, the trainee makeup artist of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company who died last year. In front of the tomb, the two people put aside the tools in their hands.

The old man looked into Jenkins' eyes and asked again:

"Are you sure you want to open this place?"

"Does the tomb have to be opened?"

Jenkins was still a little worried, worried that if a shovel went down, the magic on the coffin would directly turn the two people and the cat into ashes.

"Mr. Willamt, do you have any better suggestions?"

The old man asked helplessly, with an expression as if he was explaining a simple math problem to Jenkins:

"Since we want to investigate this place, the best way is to open the coffin. Of course, if you have a better idea, I won't object."

The local church did not have any clear understanding of what Jenkins wanted to do. In their view, this might just be a small "adventure" for a young foreigner.

If it was Nolan at this time and Jenkins offered to investigate something, Miss Bevanna might drop everything she was doing to help him.

The graves he was trying to pry into now were only the tombs of ordinary people. They were buried less than a year ago, and they were buried in a public cemetery guarded by gravekeepers from the Church of Death. This shows that the risk is extremely low, and as a third-level benefactor, Jenkins should be able to work with the local tombkeepers to deal with emergencies.

This caused the local church to make a very wrong judgment.

But it was impossible for Jenkins to tell the church about the situation here. After all, there might be the body of the saint underground. He can be an occasional "prophet" in mortal affairs, but it is impossible for the mortal Jenkins to predict matters concerning the great ones.

"I sensed danger."

He told the old gravekeeper.

"Yes, I felt danger from underground. It was a very strange feeling, similar to the feeling I had when I was learning divination."

He emphasized it again, hoping that the old gravekeeper could hear the "hint" in the sentence.

"Have you ever studied divination?"

The tombkeeper immediately paid attention to this situation. He and Jenkins stood in front of the tombstone and thought about it for a long time. In the end, they did not have the courage to open the tomb directly.

But the gravekeeper remembered a new situation. In addition to burying corpses, such public cemeteries also allowed for the temporary storage of relics. Especially for cemeteries like this, which are full of visitors from foreign lands, it is common to keep relics.

However, in order to prevent unnecessary trouble and to prevent the cemetery from being filled with messy things, the relics are generally not stored for more than two years. When trainee makeup artist Prior Jones was buried, the three former The weird woman who came to see her off did indeed have something stored here.

"Um......"

Jenkins looked at the old man suspiciously, wondering whether he should say something. His cat barked under the cedar not far away, which immediately scared away the annoying crow that had been chirping.

"So. Why...are you just remembering it now?"

"Yeah, why?"

The old man was also puzzled. He patted his head as if trying to drive away invisible mosquitoes:

"Just now when you mentioned not to open the tomb, I suddenly remembered this matter... Before this, I really had no memory at all, which is really strange. Oh, I want to swear to the great death , I definitely don’t want to ink those poor people’s things! This is so weird!”

Returning to the gravekeeper's hut and looking through the registration records, Miss Jones's belongings were a small dressing case, but it was not locked. The box was stored by the tombkeeper on an iron shelf under the hut. There were more messy things on the shelf in chronological order.

The old tombkeeper bluntly stated that he had never opened the makeup box, and Jenkins could not see the strange light inside.

He kept his cat away for a moment, slowly opened the upper lid of the cosmetic box, then slid open the middle cover, and finally took out the damp-proof cloth on the lower layer.

There is nothing inside, but your fingers can clearly touch a line of small words engraved on the bottom wooden board. The lighting in the basement relies entirely on the kerosene lamp carried by the old gravekeeper. Standing here, you cannot see the inside of the dressing box. The two had no choice but to return to the hut with their makeup cases, and saw the content of the line through the sunlight coming in through the window:

[Now, I allow you to open the tomb. 】

Jenkins could guess his expression at this time without looking in the mirror. Unlike the confused tombkeeper, he must be extremely surprised now. This line is a permission for him to open the coffin.

Apparently, someone left something for him in the coffin. And just with a word of "permission", the protective mechanism of the coffin can be released, and the person leaving the things behind is probably not a human, but a god.

"The God of Music predicted that I would appear here at this moment half a year ago?"

He had guessed a long time ago that this was the false god weaving a conspiracy, and Jenkins himself was an important pawn. Now this idea is becoming more and more clear. Although that is the god Hathaway believes in, Jenkins will not trust him just because of this.

But on the night of last year's New Year's Eve, when I saw the [Wonderful Music] appearing with a mortal as its support, the goddess was really very friendly. Besides, the God of Music’s ministry is all about art, so it would be a bit funny to say that He concocted a conspiracy to harm the current [God of Lies].

"How is this going?"

The gravekeeper asked doubtfully.

"Could it be that...this sentence is meant for you?"

"Yes."

Jenkins nodded immediately. Although his mind was spinning a thousand times, his expression remained calm:

"Yes, this was left to me. I think my friend was trying to play a little joke on me. I don't know that Miss Jones, but my friend does. Hell, I bet. The coffin is empty, Miss Jones is not dead at all!"

Such an explanation was certainly not enough to explain the problem clearly. Although the tombkeeper did not ask any more questions, Jenkins could clearly feel the suspicion.

But it doesn’t matter, today is the third Sunday of this month (the 17th), and tomorrow is a new week. At that time, the lie opportunity twice a week can be used again. There is no problem at all in deceiving the old man with a very low level in front of him.

Now that they had received permission, the two of them safely returned to the cemetery with their tools. Before starting, the old tombkeeper prayed for a while, which is what must be done before opening the tomb. After Jenkins told the purpose of opening this place, the two of them sprinkled some fresh flower petals around the tomb before starting.

"These flowers represent boundaries, the boundaries between life and death. While we may offend the deceased and penetrate into the realm of death, death should not infringe beyond the cemetery."

The gravekeeper explained this.

Chocolate was watching the show peacefully on a nearby tree, while two men were busy working in the snow with shovels and spades. The cat's current lying position is really comfortable. The cold wind is blocked by the tree trunks, and the sparse branches above the head also block the sun. Looking ahead, he can just see Jenkins. This is the location of the crow just now. Chocolate saw that it would stay here for a long time, so it scared the crow away in advance.

This is the first time Jenkins has done digging a grave. It will be easier after taking off the gloves, but it is still a strenuous job. He felt that the old tombkeeper was digging much faster than him, and he had to admit that he was very professional in digging.

From five o'clock in the afternoon to nearly seven o'clock in the afternoon, the square tomb and the coffin in it were really exposed. The appearance of the coffin is ordinary. It looks and feels like it is made of wood, but the color is a bright golden yellow, which is really confusing.

"I remember when I was buried, it didn't seem to be this color."

The gravekeeper's doubts became more serious.

Use tools to remove the nails from the coffin, and then you come to the most important step of opening the coffin. Jenkins looked up at the midday sun. Although it was winter, it still radiated light and heat.

And if it was late at night, he would never open the coffin rashly.

"Okay, let me do it."

A simple pulley lifting device made of wooden sticks and ropes has transported the coffin to the open space next to the tomb. Jenkins clapped his hands and slid the coffin lid open bit by bit.

There was no vision of the sun being obscured by clouds or sudden strong winds, nor were there strange whispers and prayers ringing in my ears. Everything was normal, the sun illuminated a little from above and the coffin was opened, making the shroud inside clearly visible.

After opening the sliding cover about one-third of the way, it was obvious that there was no body inside, unless the poor female trainee makeup artist was huddled in the remaining two-thirds of the coffin.

After the sliding cover was opened halfway, Jenkins saw the music box placed safely inside. Pushing it a little further away, there was a letter. At a position equivalent to the feet of the corpse, a delicate wooden dagger was placed on the white lining.

The dagger was entirely wood, from top to bottom, entirely wood. But it looks very finely made, but the size and appearance look a bit like a child's toy.

"oh......"

Jenkins couldn't help but groan, a strange feeling arose spontaneously the moment he saw the dagger. It was obviously the first time I saw this thing, but I felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy. It seems like a toy from a long time ago, or jewelry that has been carried for many years.

The cat on the tree closed its eyes. Due to the power of God, even the cat did not know what was inside the coffin after it was opened. The appearance of the ancient gift music box was indeed surprising to the cat, but it was not unexpected, but the wooden dagger...

"Is there really no body here? Strange, this is really strange... Sorry, Mr. William, I must report this to the church. The coffin buried in the cemetery is empty. This is a very serious accident."

The golden light was very friendly, and it knocked the gravekeeper unconscious after he finished speaking. This was not Jenkins's method, but the coffin took the initiative to attack.

Jenkins supported the old man before he fell to the ground, and then let him lean against the big tree where the chocolate was. This should also be one of the defense mechanisms. Since the god knew that Jenkins would visit here one day in the future, there is no reason not to know that there is a mortal who has nothing to do with this matter around him.

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Chapter 868 Chapter 851 Life and Death

After figuring out the reason why the old gravekeeper was unconscious, Jenkins placed him under the tree, and then turned around to continue to check the coffin.

The inside of the coffin was covered with white silk cloth. The middle and tail parts of the head were empty, a music box and a letter, and a wooden toy dagger.

This placement was unreasonable. There should have been something at the head of the coffin, and judging from the location, it should be something very important. After thinking for a while, I guessed that it was the divinity that had been used by Jenkins, but I didn't know what its original form was.

He hesitated for a moment and chose to take out the letter by holding the coffin board. There was no information left on the envelope, and it was not even sealed, but simply folded.

The content inside was only a piece of paper, on which were written three short sentences in a delicate font:

[The head is a reward. ]

[Please give the middle part to my followers. ]

[Please save the world with your feet. ]