Elf Dark Insect Master

This is indeed Wutong's fault, and there is no way to shirk responsibility.

They brought these monsters to the town. After entering the town, these monsters would not continue to stare at Wutong and the others. Instead, they quickly flowed into the forked roads like floods, quickly branching out in all directions to pounce on those who looked better. Bullied ordinary townspeople.

The psychological quality of these ordinary townspeople was much worse. Suddenly, the whole town was screaming everywhere, monsters jumped on ordinary townspeople one by one, and soon many townspeople saw blood on their bodies. .

Linghua and the others realized that they had made a big mistake, but they didn't want to die. If they continued to stay in the cemetery, the final result would be to be exhausted by these monsters and die.

"Everyone just hold on for a little longer, and maybe they will disappear after the full moon. No matter how late it is, just wait until dawn, and everything will be fine."

Linghua shouted, hoping to temporarily stabilize the mentality of her teammates, stabilize the townspeople, and give them a little hope.

As police officers, although everyone on their side was tired, they still tried their best to protect the ordinary townspeople. However, these monsters were running all over the town. There were nearly a hundred of them, not just a dozen of them. Can be completely defended.

"The opening caused by the ground cracking in the cemetery will automatically recover, but if it is outside the town, although these monsters are constantly resurrected with energy sources, if we send people to lure them over, and then create traps in the town in advance."

Monkey suddenly shouted, and his idea was immediately recognized by his companions.

"This method is as good as Monkey's."

“I think it can work”

"Captain, I think what Monchi said is quite good."

The quick wit of this outstanding young man was recognized by everyone. Linghua also thought that this method could work. She immediately nodded and asked the trainers of the elves who can change the terrain to set up traps outside the town. The rest of them would not Use your hands to quickly kill the monsters running around the town.

But when these separated people rushed to the outside of the town with a few elves, they were all dumbfounded.

It turned out that at some point, dozens of meters outside the town, a large crack opened in the middle of the only road leading to the cemetery, which was more than ten meters long and several meters wide. They leaned closer and looked down. , only saw the deep darkness. Although the moon in the sky was also covered by gray fog at this time, there was still light shining through, but it could not illuminate the crack clearly, but it was certain that it was at least several meters deep.

who did this

This question arose in the minds of several of them.

"Could it be those people who did it?"

"There should be no one else."

"But they"

"Don't worry so much. In short, this is a good thing. Let's go around and go to the cemetery to lure those resurrected monsters here."

They discussed it and decided that no matter what, it was a good thing. After all, although they had ground-type elves here, they were too weak to create a crack in the earth of this size.

At this moment, the person who created this crack has returned to the town.

Many people in the town were hiding. Wutong found an empty house and broke in. He used an oil lamp to take a look at everyone.

Now most of everyone's elves have been taken back to rest in the elf ball, with only one or two small elves following each other. There is only one Zoroa beside Wutong.

In this environment, compared to Big Stitch or Eevee, Zoroa is an evil elf, but it is good at phantom abilities and has strong mental power. If it is used to prevent extraordinary events, it is now better than other elves. More suitable for a bodyguard.

"What should we do now? Just wait here." Hongling asked the black-haired boy. In fact, she was not willing to wait. She wanted to promote some changes herself.

"Yes." Wutong nodded and replied calmly: "Because we have no other way. There are only two reasonable explanations for the monsters in the cemetery that keep dying and coming back to life, and the cracks in the ground that automatically return to their original appearance. It is because everything we encounter is an illusion, so this situation occurs; the second is that we encounter a mysterious force of time and space, or a phenomenon of time and space cycle caused by this force of time and space, which makes those Monsters keep coming back to life to attack us."

After listening, the other three people tended to the latter, because they couldn't imagine how it could hurt them if it was an illusion.

It's just that these three people have never encountered the Zoroark clan. Otherwise, they would have a deep understanding that even if they are attacked by phantoms, they will be truly injured.

Wutong didn't finish what he meant. The three of them also understood that if they didn't have a way to crack it, then no matter how hard they tried, there would be nothing they could do, because a person's strength is as strong as several elephants and several cows. , can also destroy a ball of air. If a person takes the wrong path, he will never reach his destination.

Wutong was not waiting for death, he was still waiting for possible rescue from Rabbi.

Otherwise, if no one comes to help after a few days, then he can only make a last-ditch effort and try to get all the elves to do their best to baptize the cemetery with energy, hoping to stimulate some changes.

If it still doesn't work, in the end I will just have to live in this place honestly and do whatever I want.

But there is no need to tell these three people or that group of people.

Then it was almost midnight, and the moon was no longer full. After the fog dispersed, the moon in the sky was already half-circle.

Everyone in the town cheered, and some townspeople were viciously cursing the outsiders who not only failed to deal with the danger, but also brought danger to the town.

In the second half of the night, people fell asleep one after another.

At the pre-dawn moment, when the sky is darkest, even the night watchers closed their eyelids unconsciously.

When you wake up again.

Wutong opened his eyes and found himself in the guest room of the mansion.

How is this going

His heartbeat quickened instantly, and he touched his chest subconsciously. He also used a silver chain to make a pendant of the same style as the leaf that Celebi left him. And now, this thing was generating slight heat, burning his chest. .

"Hey, it's daybreak, but those servants got up earlier than us."

His companions who were also keeping vigil greeted him.

Wutong looked at him, his expression rarely able to remain calm, because the words were the same as what he heard yesterday morning, and even the other party's expression was exactly the same.

"Wu Dou, you don't know what exorcism is about."

"Yes, if yesterday was not the birthday party of the owner of the house, if we had known about it earlier, we could have made preparations in advance."

After Wutong heard this answer, his expression became even weirder. He was sure that these people had no memory of what happened yesterday.

What's more, now he has also returned to "yesterday".

The question is, is he the only one who has kept his memory, or is there someone else who has kept his memory?

As time went on, an anomaly emerged.

"It's really strange. Why are I so hungry? The elves also look very tired. Can you give me more cookies?"

Wu Dou rubbed his belly. It was true that he was a fighter, but precisely because he was a fighter, his daily food intake was larger than that of ordinary people.

Wutong was silent for a moment and gave him half of the bag.

Their food has changed. The food is the amount left over from yesterday. Their fatigue is still there, as if only their memories have disappeared.

if it is like this

Wutong instantly understood that if they did not solve the trouble in the cemetery, then history would continue to cycle.

But the problem is, the food will continue to decrease, and their fatigue will continue to increase.

But in the ten minutes or so that everyone woke up together, and after almost finishing the very simple breakfast, Hongling glanced at Wutong.

Wutong remained calm, excused herself to go to the bathroom, and left the room with Hongling. They met privately in the uninhabited room that was also their guest room.

"I, I feel something is wrong"

Hong Ling felt something was wrong since she woke up this morning. It could even be said that it scared her.

But she endured it. Being with Wutong in the past two days had strengthened her courage a lot, and she could barely keep herself from panicking and exposing herself to obvious abnormalities.

She then asked how much Wutong remembered.

A playful smile appeared on Wutong's face.

"You don't have amnesia"

"Neither did you"

Hong Ling opened her eyes wide, with an expression of joy on her face, and patted her bulging chest. She was really happy, feeling that she was not alone in facing these strange companions.

"But there's nothing wrong with them. They forgot what happened yesterday." Wutong stared at Hongling, trying to figure out the reason.

"Actually, I don't remember it completely. I probably remember that we went to a nearby town yesterday, and then met a monster in the cemetery. Finally, the time limit was delayed in the town, and we fell asleep, and then this morning," Hongling tried hard to remember. With.

Wutong frowned, he felt this shouldn't be the case.

"There must be something different. I have something that may make it easier for me to wake up, but why do other people lose their memory?"

"I think I may have guessed why."

Hong Ling's face was a bit ugly. She looked outside the door, but there was no movement. Then she looked at the wall, as if she was looking through the other side. A look of fear appeared on her face, and she lowered her voice and said, "Actually, I saw them sneaking in yesterday." Ate the food, no.”

"I understand." Wutong interrupted Hongling. He knew that she was referring to those people who secretly ate the food in this place instead of insisting on only eating some snacks they brought in the real world, as well as his persecutory delusion. A few packs of compressed biscuits and elf food are always carried in a small satchel.

Because he had to consider holding on for a few days, Wutong could understand why those people ate secretly.

After all, not many normal people can tolerate eating only a few biscuits and a few water for a meal, but they fought from the first night, then to the whole day, and then to the whole night at night. Some people couldn't bear it and ate it secretly. , is also a normal thing.

Wutong also remembered that a few of them, especially Tifa and the photographer, had privately asked him for some food, but he refused because he needed to consider the portions for the next few days and must strictly control them.

"In this case, it means that the two of us may be the only ones who are awake. In this way, the remaining food will be divided equally between the two of us and the elves. I will tell them to let them eat the food here and lift this restriction." Wutong Looking at Hong Ling.

Hong Ling looked into those black eyes that were almost unwavering, and felt a sense of security and dependence in her heart. In this strange place, she could only "depend on each other" with him now.

As for eating food, she suspected that she would be like those people, and maybe she would always be like those monsters, and become trapped in the cycle here.

Once you lose your memory and get stuck in a loop, you can never get out of it.

The thought of this possibility made Hong Ling feel more panicked than ever before.

Even death was fine. Death, she thought, was just a matter of pain, but if she knew that she would become a monster without a part of her self-cyclical fragments, she really felt that it would be better to die.

"Those, those monsters in the cemetery, is it any wonder that they would become like that in Wudou?" Hong Ling actually had no doubts in her heart, but she still couldn't help but speak out and looked at Wutong.

"" Wutong nodded. Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by a knock on the door outside.

The person knocking on the door was a servant. It turned out that it was time for the owner of the mansion to summon them for breakfast.

In the following repetition of the first half of yesterday's experience, Wutong and Hongling maintained their normal performance without attracting too much attention.

However, several companions were still a little skeptical because Wutong said they could eat food from the mansion, but food from the town was fine.

They asked why, but Wutong only deceived them by saying that the incident happened in the mansion, and that there was no problem with things outside the mansion, even if they were suspicious, as long as they could temporarily fool them.

Now these people have fallen into the cycle of amnesia. God knows if they know the truth, they will suddenly go berserk, or simply turn into monsters and attack.

When he arrived in the town, Wutong did not waste time listening to the repeated information from the mayor and relevant personnel. Instead, he left directly and asked the townspeople for more information privately.

He quickly added up the information in his mind, and what came to his mind was the historical origin of Huiliu Island.

The elements of tombs, fog, and battles are somewhat compatible, but a key key is still missing.

No Celebi

The same weird gray fog, but the problem is that none of the information heard or collected here has anything to do with Celebi.

Then this kind of weirdness has nothing to do with the Celebi family. As long as certain conditions are met, it will appear.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Wutong and Hongling made excuses and left most of them alone.

"We are running out of time. We only have enough food to survive for a few days. We will try a possibility today."

Wutong asked Hongling for some advice, including the use of massive energy from high-power skills to try to focus on "blasting" the anomalies here and see if they could leverage some of the anomalies. 8