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Before they could finish speaking, their conversation was interrupted by a violent cough.
"Too late, they've already arrived!"
The Night's Watchman has eyes like an eagle, but his constantly twitching nose reveals that his primary method of judgment is by smell.
"There really isn't just one."
Martin stared blankly out the window.
There were ghostly figures over there, at least a dozen or so unclean beings.
Moreover, he was very familiar with one of them, the little girl under the willow tree.
The urn in his hand was like a beacon, providing a route for these wandering, lost souls to "go home."
Judging from his peeking and craning his neck, it was easy to tell that he wanted to come in, but also seemed to be afraid of something.
Martin's first reaction was to run away, but the curator stopped him.
"Don't run! Don't move if you don't want to die!"
With a sudden stop, Martin stood still, looking at the curator with a mixture of confusion and fear.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Just stay calm. As long as we get through tonight, we can rearrange the seal tomorrow."
this.
Martin wasn't stupid; he roughly guessed the current situation from the curator's words and the kid's expression outside.
The curator's voice was deep and powerful as it carefully swept across the hall, finally settling on Martin's tense face.
"Listen carefully, this funeral home is not an ordinary building. Every brick and every door and window has been specially designed to form a complex area."
"This realm is like a barrier, protecting us from the unclean things outside."
Martin's eyes were wide open, as if he was trying to process what the curator had said.
“But!” The curator’s voice suddenly turned cold: “Because of the urn you brought back, you big idiot, the balance has been broken. Those things can now sense that the domain here has weakened, which is why they are stirring.”
“However,” the curator continued, “we still have a glimmer of hope. These things, though powerful, are cowardly and lack intelligence. If we can remain calm and not show fear, they may think the domain is still indestructible and choose to retreat.”
Martin gripped the urn tightly, his palms sweating, but he still tried to keep his breathing steady.
Normally, shouldn't funeral homes be the most... well, you know?
I only learned today that this kind of place is not only different from what I imagined, but it also has the effect of warding off evil spirits.
Actually, try to put yourself in their shoes.
It's like a pig or cattle slaughterhouse; some pigs and cattle would tremble like leaves if they passed by.
and so.
Now all I have to do is pretend I'm not afraid?
Martin and the curator need to learn from the Night's Watch in this respect.
The latter showed no unusual expression on its face; instead, it looked at the little devil outside with a slightly provocative air.
It gives the impression that he's about to shout "Come here!" any second now!
The curator remained calm and composed.
He strolled leisurely to the coffee table and slowly brewed himself a pot of tea.
This perfectly demonstrates what it means to remain calm and composed.
He truly deserves to be called a senior figure.
Martin was slightly less skilled, but being a former special forces soldier, he quickly calmed down and sat down opposite the curator for a drink.
It does look like it's true.
However, this scene easily reminded viewers of some famous moments.
To be honest, I remember that in ancient China, a famous military strategist used a similar method to scare away the enemy?
[You bumpkin, you don't even know about our Empty City Stratagem!]
[I'm not from China, so it's perfectly normal that I don't know!]
[No exaggeration, but I think these three actors are better than some celebrities.]
[Can you get by without being awesome? If you're not awesome, you'll die! Even if you put a gun to an actor's head, their acting skills will skyrocket.]
With the three actors' excellent performances, the effect was naturally remarkable.
At least the little devil outside didn't seem to have any intention of coming in; he just kept loitering in front of the door.
One reason for this is that this guy wasn't very smart to begin with, otherwise he wouldn't have run away after being mocked by Jiang Xiao.
Chapter 368 The Cleaner!
The little girl behind couldn't stand it any longer and floated to the entrance of the hall as well.
Clearly, they were both puzzled as to why these people weren't afraid of them.
As the two remained bewildered, more and more things drifted to the entrance of the hall to observe.
The "bleeding from all seven orifices" mentioned in the rules is also among them.
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The curator was so nervous that his pockets were soaked with sweat.
It's not just one or two; it looks like the whole group has come out.
"Stay calm and don't be afraid!"
At this point, Martin had already done his utmost without needing the curator's reminder.
And just then.
A loud crash came from the other end of the corridor.
The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions instantly turned to horror.
It's over!
There's also Bao Lebin, who's the most cowardly and afraid of death!
"It's over, it's over!"
As Bao Lebin dumped the stove, he also entered the living room. He was clearly unaware of the commotion outside and kept apologizing to the curator.
"Hold me tight! I overslept, I'll go cook right now, right now!"
The three of them strained to give him meaningful glances, signaling him to be careful and not to turn around.
"Huh? Why? Is there something behind me?"
The three of them would have been fine if they hadn't reminded him, but once they did, Bao Lebin instinctively turned around and looked back.
What?!
"No, you brat, don't shout it out!"
Unfortunately, the curator's reminder came too late.
"Ahhh!!! A ghost!!!"
That tenor voice almost made the ceiling gleam.
The beings outside might have known that the people inside were all all bark and no bite, or perhaps they were provoked by Bao Lebin's scream.
They all rushed in like a swarm of bees.
"Damn it! Run! Run towards the big warehouse!"
Without the curator's prompting, the Night Watchman, who had remained as steady as a mountain, was the fastest runner, with Martin close behind.
Ironically, because of the reminder, the curator ended up at the very back.
"You...shit! Wait for me!"
It is said that human potential is limitless when under danger, and this is indeed true.
Martin felt that the speed of this wave had even broken his own record during his peak years in the special forces.
The other three were also included.
They now only regret that their mother only gave them two legs when she gave birth to them, which was not enough at all.
'boom! '
Bao Lebin, who had finally entered the warehouse, abruptly locked the door, looking as if he was still in shock.
This is the empty, cold, and secluded room where Jiang Xiao was just now.
"Phew~ That was close, I almost did it, phew~ phew~"
Slumped helplessly to the ground, Martin angrily pulled at his hair, feeling like he had let everyone down.
"We're not out of danger yet! Stay alert!"
The curator scolded Martin, but now was not the time to reprimand him.