Among so many places in the town, there is only one place, An Zuo and I have never been to since we talked about it.

That's Mount Madez.

From Anzo's mouth, I probably guessed that some unexplained stories happened on this mountain, and I also knew that the countryside always had awe of the mountains.

But what makes me curious is more than that.

There are two roads to walk into Mount Mades from the town. One is to pass through the dense woods at the foot of the mountain, through the forest farm where Gotz is located, and into the foothills of Mount Mades. The other is to pass through Papa Hook's pasture, directly through a piece of lush vegetation and can also enter the foothills.

But these two places happened to be controlled by the old man's partners, just as if they were trying to monopolize the mountain. No matter how they walked, they would have to pass through their territory.

What is even more curious is that this place called Ore Town has no trace of mining, leaving only the surviving residents self-sufficient and unable to see the prosperity of the past.

Why did the Mades, which was like a sea of ​​gold and silver, become deserted?

On the thirteenth day after I arrived in the town, while Anzo was working in the tavern, I secretly came to the winery and confessed my feelings for Anzo's parents to Anzo's parents.

I don’t know what kind of feelings Anzo has towards me, nor do I know if she has my place in her mind. But my passionate emotions have no room to hide, and my daily contact is like dancing on the crater to me.

Rather than asking for her parents’ consent, I was more like a broken can.

No matter what Anzo thought, I would like to say what I thought first. An impulse to not speak up instead of careful consideration and guided my behavior.

I still remember that that night, there was the redness and paleness of each other alternately, and my heart was no longer as arrogant as before. It was a kind of self-protection under a huge impact, and even the feeling of disconnecting consciousness.

In a hurry, I thought it was my ordinary appearance that could not impress them, so I was like a boy in my first love, and emphasized the wealth I could bring and the future life I could bring to her.

I've forgotten how we left her house that night.

The next day, I didn't see Anzo in the tavern.

I heard from the boss Dart that Anzo's father locked her up at home and ordered that she would never be allowed to interact with me again.

In this way, I paid a heavy price for my reckless behavior. I visited my house many times, but I could not restore my image in Anzuo's parents' minds. Prejudice has been deeply rooted in his heart.

In their hearts, I am just a playboy from a big city, wanting to use the old routine that has been passed down for thousands of years but has been outdated for thousands of years, like those playboys who use their power, wealth, and promise to deceive the country girls, and then leave.

That night, I fell into a drunken state despite Boss Dart's dissuasion.

When I was young, I regarded this misunderstanding as an insult to remember for life. My anger and regret burned, and I began to blame An Zuo for his honesty, for the old man's orders, for why I came to this place to bring humiliation.

Drunk, I walked out of the tavern and decided to go to Dad Hooker and Gotz to explain it clearly and give an ultimatum. If they insist on not accepting the kindness of me and the family, they will bear the consequences themselves and I will never set foot here for life!

However, when I approached Dad Hook's pasture, I saw two people walking out of the pasture one after another in the moonlight and walking on the way up the mountain.

Maybe it was God's arrangement. Although my pace shaking, I could barely follow the team that took care of the elderly and slowed down. I hung from behind from a distance and used what the police academy learned to track it.

This sneaky behavior became very malicious in my drunken vision, and my inexplicably burning heart of justice began to appear.

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I will never forget the scene I saw in the mid-mountain lagoon of Mount Madez under that moonlight night...

As I gradually approached, I saw Dad Hook and Gotz, like a silent and solemn funeral team, carrying a corpse wrapped in sackcloth, walking in front of them in neat and sad steps.

Two people, one old and one young, after a brief rest on the edge of the lagoon, set up a simple stretcher, firmly fixed each corner with rattan, and placed the body on it.

Dad Hook sang a noisy and vulgar song. The song was obviously completely different from this sad and weird atmosphere, but he sang a heart-wrenching smell. Gots also slowly roared with the rhythm and shouted at the moon.

Finally, this strange ceremony came to an end.

The two worked together to push the corpse into the lake, allowing the cold water to soak into the shroud, slowly swallowing the single frame. But the speed was slow and gentle, like the embrace of a mother in childhood, quietly tolerating the troubles of the world and ushering in eternal tranquility.

"What are you doing?"

After they completed this simple funeral ceremony, I pulled out my self-defense pistol and finally walked out of my hiding place. With the moonlight, I saw that the two people in front of me were Gotz and Hooker. They had neither green faces nor fangs nor hysteria, which was completely different from the murderers I had ever seen.

On the contrary, there was a faint sadness on their faces, and the bloodshots of their eyes were also quieted down with empathy.

"Run!"

What greeted me was neither the usual insults of Mr. Hooker or the laughter of Gotz like a smooth-out match. But the exclamations made by the two people at the same time.

In my eyes, the picture of the world seemed to slow down.

Dad Hook's gray hair trembled, the fear in Gotz's eyes, the wild grass swung gently with the wind, the ripples that suddenly bloomed in the lake, and the huge figure of the twisted ghost in the lake!

What kind of monster is that?!

The body has the vague characteristics of a human, but the head is oval, with never-closed, huge, protruding eyeballs. On both sides of the neck, there are tentacles that constantly tremble, and reversing bone spurs growing on the long hands and feet!

The creature jumped forward in a mess, sometimes using only the hind legs, sometimes on all fours... The hoarse, sharp guttural sound... conveyed all the dark feelings that could not be expressed on its face...

After the screams, the two quickly blocked the monster's path forward. But this was futile.

The monster neither attacked them nor showed closeness. It was like a blind bulldozer, mercilessly clearing the obstacles in front of him. Dad Hook was swept into the cold lake, and Gots was also slapped into the woods, life and death were unknown.

When I came to my senses, the gun in my hand was gone. The shadow had already covered my sight. I only asked a stench that came overwhelmingly. With the influence of drunkenness, I started to feel nauseous and vomited food residues from the corners of my mouth.

But a more suffocating feeling followed one after another. The monster's tentacles had wrapped around my neck, gradually tightening, gradually suffocating...

Before I completely lost consciousness, the last sound I heard was a sticky and nauseous sound that came from the depths of my stomach like a hiccup accompanied by vomiting. I pronounced a short word.

"Browning...you're back..."
Chapter completed!