Whispering Verse

Chapter 2683 1787·On the edge of life and death

"Look, the power of death has actually condensed into a solid mist here. What's behind this coffin?"

The witch was very surprised, and Shade frowned and answered her:

"I don't know what is behind the coffin, but I know that the coffin lid is a crack, which connects the edge of life and death."

Although the great witch of death has not experienced the events in Middleburg last autumn, she certainly knows about this special area between the world of the living and the dead that is created due to the distortion of the world:

"But you're not saying that York Brontë is."

"Yes, I don't know if this is a coincidence or something else. This coffin lid is the fourth 'twisted tree hole' we are looking for. This sounds a bit incredible, but the past connected behind the tree hole is not a connection. In the real world, it is connected to the edge of life and death in the past time.

That's why the breath of death only leaks so little. Only when the time channel is opened will the power from the opposite side penetrate. And last night's York Bronte crawled out from the world of neither life nor death in the past time. "

The great witch of death was shocked by this reality:

"Are you sure? The tree hole this time has been on the edge of life and death in the past?"

"I am sure of my conclusion. I have been on the verge of life and death before."

Flora Winslet immediately turned to look at him:

"Wait a minute, you don't mean to say that you were at Fort Midhill last fall, do you?"

Shade raised his eyebrows:

"I mean there was one in my house, on the third floor of my house."

"Is that okay?"

"It's all right. Carina scrapped one of my spatial mobility relics, completely sealing the edge of life and death."

In other words, it has become a [soul cemetery].

The witch hesitated to speak. She was very curious about what relic could seal the edge of life and death, and what complicated or simple stories he and Carina had experienced in the place that Shade called "home".

Miss Artist knows very well that it is these shared memories that create the so-called "feelings." On the one hand, she longed to know the secret, but on the other hand, she felt sour in her heart at his casual words.

Shade had already found the time key and jumped into the tomb again. After a few gestures on the coffin, Shade found the insertion position——

[Outlander, you have opened a "Twisted Tree Hole". 】

[Tips from the Father of the Infinite Tree:]

[Using the normal time key to open the door will connect to the following time point: 1787, the sixth era of the present world. 】

[Note, any life other than you that uses this channel will be cursed by time. 】

[Note that you can enter the past 40 minutes through the abnormal channel here, and you must return through this channel after the time is over. 】

[Note that after using the key to open the door here twice, the passage will completely collapse. 】

"As expected, it is indeed 1787, but why do these tree holes only have two opportunities to use each time?"

Thinking in his mind, he asked the witch on the ground who didn't know what she was thinking:

"Now we can go over there and take a look and learn his secrets before confronting the Death Apostles head-on; or instead of using tree holes, we can arrange traps here. If we can't defeat York Bronte head-on, I will find a way to kill him Send it back and give him a 'surprise' when he crawls out of here again."

The witch pursed her lips:

"Then let's go and have a look. If we don't figure out what happened, I'm worried that there will be an accident in the fight. And the Paradox Bug is not on York Bronte. This matter also involves another time traveler."

"no problem."

Shade then stretched out his hand to her, and the beautiful lady with gray-black hair turned into an owl, and then Shade turned into a toy.

Now that he was ready to set off, Shade didn't waste any time. He turned around and turned the key inserted in the coffin——

"May the World Tree protect me for infinite time."

Then he disappeared into the forest, and the coffin shook slightly, but it immediately returned to calm.

(Little Mia is running.)

For Shade, the world around him immediately turned gray and white as if fading as soon as the key was turned. The soil, trees, grass, sky, bones on the ground, and the mist filling the air all turned into monotonous colors.

The familiar "edge of life and death" was still suffocatingly silent, and the breath of death followed closely. But unlike last autumn, this time "she" didn't even remind Shade that he couldn't stay here for a long time.

[This is not the unknowable relic "The Narrow Room of Life and Death", it is just an ordinary boundary. And compared to last fall, the girls around you can also prove that your body is much stronger. 】

"She" explained gently.

The surrounding area is obviously no longer the glade east of the city of Vista, and in 1787, the concept of "City of Vista" did not even exist.

The real world corresponding to this narrow space of life and death is a private cemetery. The pale and ancient stone tablets and the small auditorium in the middle of the cemetery look like they have gone through a century of weathering.

Of course, this is also the effect of the "edge of life and death". Maybe this place is well maintained in the real world.

Shade was standing in front of a new grave in the cemetery, in which the "Tree Hole" was buried. But after taking a quick look and confirming that this was the Bronte family cemetery, he restored the owl doll.

"Are you here already?"

The owl was held by Shade and looked around. He was still very excited when he said the first word, but by the end he was trembling. It's not that she can't stay here, it's just that it makes her very uncomfortable.

So she suddenly returned to her human form, and it became Shade holding her waist. But before Shade let go, the witch transformed again. When the pure white hair glowed faintly in the fog, she determined that it was most comfortable to move here in the unicorn posture:

"I'll just keep it like this for now. Although it consumes a lot of energy, at least it won't affect the battle for the time being. Other forms are too sensitive to the death here, which makes me very uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she looked around with interest. This was her first time coming into contact with this kind of place.

But Shade disagreed:

"You look like this, even if the fog is so thick, as long as the enemy's perception is not completely ineffective, it is impossible not to detect the sacred power of the unicorn. Transform into an owl and stand on my shoulder. If you don't mind, become The cat can curl up in my arms. I have been to a similar border with little Mia, and that’s what she did.”

"Don't bring your pet cat to a place like this~"

As the witch spoke, she turned into a cat and jumped onto Shade's arm. Shade stuffed it into his coat, and the witch looked out with only her gray cat head. Being close to Shade's body, she felt the hot temperature immediately.

Although this time it is not a direct contact with the soul, for this cold world, this temperature is enough for the time being.

"Is this a cemetery? The Bronte family cemetery?"

Cat asked excitedly. Shade looked at the tombstone carefully this time:

"The real cemetery is in the real world. This place is just a reflection projected by the Edge of Life and Death. It seems that someone specially moved the coffins in. I don't believe that the Edge of Life and Death can replicate the tree hole."

The tombstone in front of him belongs to a man named Jack Bronte. Only his name is written on the tombstone, and there is no other information. But neither Shad nor the Witch had ever heard of this name. There was no such person in the Bronte family within four generations.

"The name may be a pseudonym. A name like Jack is too common, just like Mary."

The witch said this, while Shade was a little confused:

"Isn't it the tradition of Ximu Town to place coffins in tombs? How come the Bronte family still has tombs on the ground?"

"I don't know about this either. It might be a strange family tradition."

Then she watched Shade dig up the tomb, and what lay inside was indeed the "tree hole" coffin. The two of them had to go through this door when they went back later. Shade wanted to take it with him before setting off, but gave up after thinking about it:

"We won't go far, just take a look around."

"Aren't you going to the real world?"

The witch asked curiously, and Shade shook his head:

"It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I have no way to go. I can't find the entrance and exit on the edge of life and death. Only Sister Devlin has this ability."

"I thought you were really omnipotent."

Since the "edge of life and death" existed in the Brontë family cemetery in 1787, theoretically it should also exist in 1854, but no one has heard of it. This time, the area of ​​​​the edge of life and death is larger than Shade thought. Its scope covers not only the cemetery itself but also the surrounding woodland. According to Shade's perception, its area is already considered a small town.

Countless undead souls were wandering in the fog, but because of the "blessings of thousands of souls", they had no intention of attacking Shade for the time being. The two decided to check the cemetery first, and the buildings standing in it were naturally the top priority.

The small auditorium was blocked by two heavy iron doors on the left and right. Based on the number of tombs on the ground, Shade suspected that there was a passage to the underground tomb area in the auditorium.

The two doors were locked, of course, but such a lock meant nothing in the face of the door key. Shade bent down and pressed the door panels with his left and right hands respectively. After a little force, the double doors of the auditorium were pushed open.

Probably due to environmental problems, the door panel has been deeply embedded in the soil on the ground, and the door shaft is also severely corroded, so there is a loud "squeak~" sound when it is pushed, but because of the environment on the verge of life and death, this sound does not disappear in the fog. spreads far.

The dusty auditorium was opened again, and the first thing that came into view was the desolate and dilapidated interior of the auditorium. Only a few of the original rows of seats were still intact. Gray-green moss clung to the walls, and black liquid from nowhere remained on the pitted ground.