When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 192 Another Lucky One
Nan Ke looked at the blood in front of him with a calm expression.

When he had decided in his heart that the tragedy had already happened, and knew that he needed to follow the dark steps, Nan Ke was already mentally prepared to witness the scene of the tragedy.

Therefore, Nan Ke glanced at it casually, then took a few steps back, walked out of the house again, and returned to the street.

Frowning slightly, Nan Ke is confused now because the scene of the tragedy is somewhat different from what he imagined.

The scene is too clean;

There was indeed a lot of blood, but no corpses.

It stands to reason that Soul Eater only needs the soul, but where did the corpse go?

Nan Ke raised his hand and tapped on the center of his brow. He now needs more questions to distract his thoughts, so as to free himself from useless anger and sadness.

Every normal person will have empathy and sympathy. When seeing a tragedy happen, inner fluctuations and emotional ups and downs seem to be a matter of course, but in many cases, "reasonable" equals "nothing". as '.

When everyone will do this, it means that this matter, in a sense, is meaningless.

Compared with standing here remembering, or even packing up their belongings, and holding a decent funeral for them, it is really meaningful to avenge this group of people and let those souls in the dark get the final redemption thing.

Nan Ke could understand this truth.

But even if he can understand, with his current level of mentality, it will take time and methods to completely isolate these 'useless' emotions.

Graves came out of the room and said next to Nan Ke: "I went to every room and looked. In two rooms, there were traces of struggle and resistance, but the traces seemed very faint."

Weak traces of struggle do not mean that the victim's willingness to struggle is not strong. It only shows that the gap between the two sides is too large, so that the victim has lost the ability to resist before he can let go of his hands and feet.

"So, people here die very quickly?"

"Probably not so lucky." Graves shook his head. In fact, in a place like Bilgewater, if you die quickly, it can be considered a kind of luck.

Among them, in addition to the saying of being born well, there is also a saying that so-and-so died well.

He added: "Several rooms showed signs of bleeding profusely, proving that their deaths did not happen overnight, but were deliberately slowed down."

In short, it is torture.

And it's still the kind of massacre with almost no resistance.

Nan Ke pursed his lips and said, "It seems that this group of ghosts are quite idle, are they also like this in Bilgewater?"

"I don't know." Graves spread his hands and replied honestly: "I was so scared that I shrank in a corner, and then I ran out immediately at dawn, and I didn't even have the courage to look back."

"Now do you want to see it?"

There were about two dozen other houses here, which should have given Graves a good idea of ​​what the ghosts were doing.

"You can take a look, it's just a memory of the past." Graves raised his hand to pat Nan Ke's shoulder, but raised it halfway and slightly lowered the height, and patted Nan Ke's arm instead.

"If you have emotions pent up in your heart, you can actually release them a little bit, otherwise I'm worried that one day you'll have another 'inner demon'."

"That thing, can it be repeated again and again?"

"No."

"Then don't worry."

Nan Ke took a deep breath, signaled Graves to leave him alone, and walked back along the road in the town.

Orianna didn't know where she went, but Nan Ke still had confidence in her. This demon should know her mission and be able to stand up at the most appropriate time.

After all, the sound of the golem's clockwork is the most accurate timer, so she should be more sensitive to things like time and timing.

After walking for about five minutes, Nan Ke stopped at the door of the church.

The surrounding darkness seems to have become a little thicker here, but this richness is constantly becoming thinner as the darkness shifts.

Here, a few hours ago, should belong to the center of the entire darkness.

Nan Ke closed his eyes, and the mysterious and mysterious touch of the soul got a kind of extension at this time.

He seemed to be able to 'see' the countless resentful spirits roaring in the opposite church, but when he opened his eyes, there was no life in the church in front of him.

Nan Ke took a step forward, reached out and pushed lightly on the door of the church.

'buzz'

The church door rattled rough wood.

After opening the gate, Nan Ke finally saw the scene inside the church with his naked eyes.

"hiss!"

At this time, Graves, who had finished remembering his ignorant years, also appeared behind Nan Ke, and took a breath while looking at the scene in front of him.

There are several huge pieces of glass connecting the ground and the ceiling on both sides of the church. In a normal environment, it should be able to ensure sufficient light, but under the blessing of darkness at this time, this design makes the church be destroyed. Completely painted with 'black paint'.

Inside the church, two rows of wooden benches are full of 'people' sitting upright. They all straighten their backs and face the same direction, which is the direction of the cross at the innermost end of the church. , as if they were believers listening to the oracle.

Nan Ke licked his lips, and walked in. Perhaps because the surroundings were too oppressive, the sound of Nan Ke's shoe soles touching the ground was extraordinarily clear at this time.

After walking to the innermost part, that is, under the cross, Nan Ke turned around and looked at the believers below and Graves standing at the end of the church.

Squinting his eyes and thinking for a while, Nan Ke pointed to the last row of seats, a place on the right side, and said to Graves outside: "Why are these two people so strange?"

Being able to look strange among this group of 'people', it can be said that the posture of these two people is indeed extremely strange.

Graves didn't know what Nan Ke was going to do, but he still suppressed the discomfort in his heart and walked over to have a look.

"It's not two people, it's one person divided in half."

Half of them were 'glued' to the seat, and aimed at the cross in front with their intact left side;
The other half was also fixed on the chair in the same way, and the complete half was also used to face the front.

"Oh." Nan Ke nodded, no wonder he felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.

He walked down from under the cross, and said as he walked:

"That means that there is really a lucky guy in this town."

(End of this chapter)