Blood of Mercury

The ubiquitous dust is unpleasant.

Since stepping into the Iron Curtain City, the world seems to have lost its color. The sight was blocked by the thick gray fog. It was a darker world than the dark night, and even the faint outlines could not be clearly seen from fifteen meters away.

These dusts are not ordinary smoke dust, but magical dust enough to petrify exposed skin. If a large amount of these magic dust is inhaled, even the lungs will be petrified.

Under the threat of this kind of thing, no one wants to chat outside at all. Even Roland and the others pulled up their hoods and simply wrapped their faces with cloth strips, leaving only two eyes exposed.

Therefore, although there are people everywhere, it is as quiet as ruins. The only sound was the indistinct sound from the billboard on the side of the road that could not be seen at all in the thick fog—

"Welcome... squeak-white... this is the Seventh Ring... Iron Curtain City... please... hum... Line 2..."

The backs of these several-meter-wide glass plates are engraved with the circuits of projection and phantom sound, and hang on the walls of the shops on both sides of the road. And most of these shops have their doors closed, the front door is full of dust, and a few black stains that have been simply wiped can be vaguely seen on the ground.

At first glance, this looks like a decade after the extinction of mankind. Countless silent ghosts roam the deserted city.

In terms of technical difficulty, these billboards are the simplest enchanted items. Within the fourth ring of the White Tower, these items cannot even be sold at the scrap price.

Because the magic circle of these enchanted items is not engraved on something tiny - such as a badge, there is no difficulty in carving such a large area, even a wizard apprentice can make two or three in one afternoon according to the textbook.

Maybe a few years ago, these "big crystals" that can appear in meeting pictures and talk can still amaze the hillbillies who have just come in from places like Caral. But now, under the radiation of the ubiquitous magic dust, the witchcraft circuits etched on these billboards have melted and glued together, and pieces of charred traces appear on the back of the glass plate covered with lines, bursting from time to time. A cloud of sparks and black smoke.

The picture on the billboard has been distorted like an abstract art work, and the barely audible sound is not only intermittent, but also occasionally mixed with noises like screams and gloomy laughter.

but. If Roland and the others didn't go up to look on purpose, they wouldn't be able to see the billboards at all under the thick fog.

Therefore, these voices seemed to come from the sky, or were made by a ghost, surrounding Roland and the others. Couldn't find the source at all.

Claudia had never seen anything like it.

She looked around, suspecting that the dead were lurking around the team with bad intentions, and seeing Roland's calm expression, she couldn't say anything.

The most important thing is that Robert and Roland's statement before entering is a bit scary. The kind of dust that turns into a stone statue when you breathe it sounds scary. Even when she looked around, she pressed her neckline with her hand tucked in her sleeve, lest the face towel that she had hastily wrapped around would be ripped off by shaking her head too much.

Now Claudia even breathes very lightly. His mouth was tightly closed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and it took a long time to swallow his saliva, let alone talk to Roland.

An Ruosi, Joseph, and Robert are very similar, silently looking ahead, not speaking, and no extra movement.

And Roland looked around with some nostalgia, looking down at the ground from time to time.

His acceptance of the city is much higher than the other three.

Excluding the lethality of these "smog", the city is like the smog at the end of the first industrial revolution.

At this moment, the sound of heavy breathing caught the attention of the four of them.

Look back. Only then did Roland and the others find out that it was a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion.

Instead of wrapping himself tightly like Roland and the others, he simply covered most of his body in a rough and durable black linen clothes.

The middle-aged man's bare hands and cheeks had large gray-white marks, like the scorch marks left by the fire. It's just that each of these gray-white spots is raised as high as a tumor, which is particularly eye-catching.

Because of the huge consumption of physical strength, he gasped heavily, and there were light gray-white marks around his lips and nostrils, as if those tall marks were roughly smoothed out.

Through his slightly open mouth, you can see that even the inside of his mouth can see a little gray and white spots.

And his eyes were almost grayish white. This is true for both the pupils and the whites of the eyes, so at first glance, it looks like a thick layer of shading has formed on the eyes.

He is hunched over at the moment, very serious and slow, pulling the flatbed behind him step by step.

The middle-aged man walked up to Roland and the others, and spoke to Robert from the hoarse voice like a crow. He asked in a low voice, "Do you want to stay in a hotel?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, not like a strong middle-aged man, but a bit like a decaying old man.

Robert just shook his head silently, not wanting to speak in this environment.

The old man was not in a hurry, just pushed the cart and walked side by side with Robert and the others. If Robert is fast, he is also fast; Robert is slow. He is also slow.

That kind of heavy ** like pulling a bellows could not help but make Robert and the others anxious.

At this time, Claudia keenly discovered that the flatbed behind the middle-aged man was full of gray-white gravel like broken plaster statues. The terrifying association made her feel horrified, and she couldn't help but walk towards Roland. A little closer.

Roland seemed to have thought of something, so he didn't say anything, just turned around and looked at An Ruosi quietly.

An Ruosi nodded, took off his mask slightly, covered his mouth with his hand, and made a vague voice: "What's the name of your hotel?"

"My hotel..." The middle-aged man with an old and hoarse voice chuckled, "Isn't that close at hand..."

Robert and the others couldn't help but be surprised, but Roland sneered silently, with a mocking arc drawn at the corner of his mouth.

The group looked up and saw only a very normal hotel appeared in front of them.

Slightly yellow vines are entwined on the gate and signboard. There are two gray gargoyle statues at the entrance of the hotel. The gargoyle is about to fly, like a living creature.

On the signboard were the words "Gargoyle Hotel" and "Please be careful with your carry-on luggage" written three times in Farara, Carrar and Titan.

The moment Roland saw the signboard clearly, the gray smoke that filled the surroundings was instantly expelled, and the surrounding air became extremely clear.

However, the most abnormal place lies in this - how can there be a normal hotel in this city?

You know, Roland and the others were walking on the avenue before.

How could there be a hotel in the middle of the avenue?

And even if you can't see the road because of the thick fog, how could you not even know that there is a hotel in front of you?

Turning his head, the figure of the middle-aged man has disappeared; looking back again, it is still a thick gray fog.

An Ruosi tried to walk into it, but found that he couldn't even see the line of 15 meters. The thick gray smoke even made him lose his direction. It took him a long time to return to the original place.

Only then did several people realize that they could no longer go back.

The only good news is that Robert and An Ruosi could no longer feel the existence of magic dust, so Roland and the others took off the masks under the guidance of the two and took a few breaths of fresh air. The faces of An Ruosi and Claudia, who were slightly weaker, were even soaked with sweat.

"Just go in?"

An Ruosi finally realized that he didn't seem to have asked that sentence, and felt that he seemed to have made a mistake. His voice couldn't help but be a little quieter, and his eyes were dodged.

Roland walked over to him and grabbed his hand.

Robert sighed deeply, and didn't blame An Ruosi, he just replied, "There is only one way. We can only go in."

"The good news is that we have a lot of wizards here, and we can probably find a way out."

"Me and the little guy in the back are priests by profession."

Roland added.

"It's great! The seven gods bless him!" Finally, a smile appeared on Robert's face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I feel that this is probably a new trick created by the group of things crawling out of the grave. If there is a priest, it will solve a lot-"

Roland nodded in agreement, but did not speak.

Just in his heart, Roland couldn't help scolding Robert.

He knew in his heart that this was something made by the deceased, and it was clearly a trap set by "trash"!

"The Cursed Inn" - this is not a copy that Roland's current level can solve.

Can only escape. I hope the "trash" people can show mercy, just do a little research, and don't do things too badly.

if not……

A cold light flashed in Roland's eyes.

I can only continue the glorious tradition of Roland's bombardment wherever he goes. (To be continued.)

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