The absurd singing seemed to be hovering in my ears, and the scene in front of me had returned to a cold and empty gray church, with only the cold wind and rain outside the house complementing the messy inside.

The priest was lying on the organ at this time, presenting a tragic scene of his heart and soul. Although his body was still intact, the part above his neck disappeared, turning into a pool of viscous and foul-stenched rotten substances, which were unevenly applied to the corner of the church, and even sputtered onto the chandelier on the roof at the highest point - he burned himself out efficiently like fireworks.

The most eye-catching thing is that in his head hat hanging behind him, a yellow and black mark split, reorganized, dissolved in different places, and finally turned into a blurred mist, floating up from the headless corpse, and evolved into a long and ragged strange figure, slowly pounced towards us.

I was lying on the bench of the church. The burning feeling on my body had slowly faded away, and my consciousness also pulled out of the dazzling illusion, but there were severe symptoms of dizziness, which caused me to struggle several times but failed to get up successfully.

The ragged and thin strange shadows had a violent chemical reaction in the rain and fog in the air. A slight friction and burning occurred around the body, like a cigarette being slowly sucked, leaving only a dim light, but the brightness was less than one ten thousandth of the previous illusion.

The strong man had already stood up, with blood on his left hand with the ring. The wound was lightly distributed on his ring finger, and an unpredictable wound was cut by the ancient bronze ring.

He stretched out his bleeding left hand and gently blocked the thin and long shadow, and completely stirred this unknown thing between reality and illusion, matter and spirit into a dark and unknown substance, and disappeared into the cold air of the church.

Mr. Rod breathed out a breath, recited a rest prayer, and pulled me up, looking at the corpse of the priest who was extremely strange in death with regret.

"He may not die peacefully."

I looked at the man in front of me speechlessly and whispered: "You are really Mr. Rhodes? Why is the plot different from what I think?"

Mr. Rhode patted my shoulder dissatisfiedly, pushed me out of the church door, and ran into the rain again.

"This is not a place to talk... Follow me and we go back to the tavern..."

I put on my hood in a mess to reduce the obstruction of the salty rain. When I lifted the broken hair in front of me with one hand, I found a strange shadow on the top of the church, slowly climbing up the roof of the church and struggling in the heavy rain.

"What is that?!"

I asked Mr. Rhode quickly, but he walked in front of him with his head down and replied briefly: "That's the Flower of Karsak."

In the midst of the heavy rain, thunder and lightning, I saw that what was staggering on the roof was a gray and rotten unknown substance. It had neither head nor feet, nor had a foundation, front and back, inside and outside. The strange body kept vomiting the internal substance outward, so it could easily roll and move forward without hands and feet.

This ghost thing is also worthy of being called a flower?

The only place that "Kalsak Flower" can deserve its name is the solid organ like a sarcoma on the top, stretching high above the body, guiding itself to a height, like a strange plant waiting to bloom!

If I read it correctly, that thing is the pineal gland that grew out of the priest's mind.

Then this strange creature should be the alienated brain tissue that the priest escaped from his body...

Mr. Rod sighed: "His brain probably didn't realize he was dead, so he tried hard to climb up to the high ground to try to get guidance from the Holy Spirit."

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On the way back to the tavern, I keenly discovered that just after the church changes began, a faint low roar began to appear in the town in the rain, and there were also sounds of people colliding with buildings and dragging furniture in the houses we passed. But when I focused on observing, the room was so quiet that it was lifeless.

Mr. Rhode took me to turn left and right, as if he was avoiding some unknown tracker. He took several detours before returning to the door of the tavern, then locked the tavern and added two door latches.

"I know what you want to ask..." Mr. Rod was also in a mess in the rain. His clothes were soaked in the rain, and his trousers and leather boots were covered with mud spots, but his temperament was like a rock. He sat in front of the bar counter without any impact, staring at me with dark eyes, like a lecturer waiting for students to ask questions.

"Mr. Rhodes, what happened to the church?" I still asked my own question stubbornly.

"The King of Light has arrived. Although I know that its real name is not this, authority is not just that simple... In this alienated land, the church was originally the only remaining alien land here, but unfortunately it collapsed because of your appearance..."

"What does it mean...I don't understand at all..."

"You don't need to understand."

Mr. Rod whispered, then reached out to stop me from continuing to ask, "You can't understand if you ask any further. Let me explain to you in my way."

He tapped the table with his fingers, causing ripples in the empty space, and said slowly.

"I have had a strange ability since I was a child, and no matter where I go, I can trigger some strange but unreasonable events. Because of this, I have never had many friends. It was not until I was admitted to the University of Miscatanic and formally studied history and archaeology that I found my own direction in life."

"This time I came back was purely accidental. On the boat, I met Thomas and Dart whom I hadn't seen for many years, which surprised me. I was the first to board the boat, so I observed all the passengers in advance, and there were no two old neighbors, and the ticket information did not have their names."

"So I found Dart, we had a...well...unexpressive conversation. Of course, if he hadn't tried to bite my throat with his fangs, I wouldn't have smashed his head with a crowbar and found an unknown sailing note from him."

"At that moment, I knew that something was wrong in the town, and it was a big problem that I had been worried about for many years. There were many details on the road, and I didn't want to say too much, such as encountering a black storm under the sea, rushing into the Starless Zone, and the cruise ship turned into a ghost ship. Finally, I stepped on this land and always thought that someone had polluted the residents of the town and tried his best to stop these alienation from spreading."

"It's a pity that I haven't been able to stop others from corruption except for Perbuli."

At this time, I saw the expression on Mr. Rod's face look ugly, unconsciously stroked the old ring on his ring finger, and his eyes pulled away from the memories and placed them on me.

"Until I saw you..."

At this time, a low and roaring sound also sounded on the second floor of the tavern, as if someone was slapping the door irritably. The sound was too harsh in the empty environment, reminding people of the sudden awakening of the rotten dead man, slapping the stone slabs hidden in the catacombs with his terrible limbs, making a terrifying echo that resounded through the cemetery.
Chapter completed!