The originally unhappy sky was filled with dark clouds in an instant.

Martin's heart suddenly jumped, and he felt something was wrong.

Rumble!

Piano!

The loud sound was like a lightning strike, and it was like something strong was forcibly broken.

Martin looked toward the north of the city, and the sound just now came from there.

Was it the news caused by Tiya and the others?

The sea breeze blew, and there seemed to be a hint of other smell in the air.

That's...the smell of blood!

At dusk at six o'clock, Faralinburg became dark and cold, and a cold wind blew from time to time.

There seemed to be some kind of terrifying danger brewing in the air, and the depressed atmosphere continued to spread and penetrated into the heart little by little.

Martin had no appetite for food at this time, so he went to the bakery to buy two pounds of white bread and quickly walked home.

Home always makes people feel safe.

Especially in this atmosphere.

However, before Martin could reach the door, he saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall.

Devik was holding his pipe and was smoking a mist, his eyes also pouring into the north direction of the city through the thick smoke.

As if he felt Martin's gaze, he turned his head and nodded slightly at Martin, saying hello.

"Are you waiting for me here?"

Martin was not polite, and asked straight to the point.

Dewick's appearance really surprised him.

After taking off the pipe from his mouth, Devik's eyes were still in the sky north of the city. He let out a smoke ring slowly, and then said.

"Yes, the person you asked me to find has a whereabouts."

"Is there any whereabouts? Where?"

Martin raised his eyebrows slightly and asked impatiently.

After seeing Miss Duoer's request for help, Martin immediately found Devik to help search, hoping to find her as soon as possible.

After learning that Miss Doer was Edith, he specially sent a copy of Edith's portrait to Dewick.

I didn't expect it to be found!

It's really worthy of being the local snake here.

Martin felt that he needed to reexamine Devik's energy.

Devik pointed to the north of the city with the cigarette butt in his hand and said quietly: "Rust Water Street, No. 84."

Rustshui Street is just north of the city.

Martin looked in that direction too.

The dark clouds sank, the sky became darker and darker, and it was pitch black in the distance, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Martin felt a sense of depression in his chest and his breathing was not smooth.

"I'll give you some advice and stay at home tonight."

After Devik said this, he did not explain much and stepped onto the carriage on the street.

After a moment, the carriage disappeared into the shadows in the distance.

Martin returned home, the light of the fluorescent light was green.

A thought sways in the mind uncontrollably.

Do you want to go over and take a look?

But Captain Mike's order obviously did not want him to participate.

If it passes, it will cause them trouble and it will appear very reckless.

It may also cause some unnecessary suspicion and association.

So stay at home honestly.

Martin chewed the white bread and took a sip of honey fruit tea from time to time.

At this time, the quill on the chest suddenly vibrated again!

It pointed desperately towards the north of the city, and Martin sat on the chair, and was almost turned over by it.

Martin quickly held down the quill and took it out of his underwear.

The quill still points to the north of the city.

【Mysterious Quill: Unlocking progress 83%】

Looking at the progress on the panel, Martin narrowed his eyes.

If the quill is so restless, it is very likely that there is something in the north of the city that can make it grow progress.

Martin had the answer in his heart, sootheed the quill, and quickly stuffed two slices of bread into his mouth.

While chewing, I looked through the various equipment in my bag.

The quill is also very spiritual. It calms down and shakes occasionally, as if urging him.

As for Captain Mike's orders... I would not be discovered if I looked at it from a distance, and I would not cause any trouble.

After all, this pen is also his trump card to save his life.

Martin quickly convinced himself, changed into light clothes, put on a bowler hat, with the brim hanging down, covering half of his face.

Finally, I put on the windbreaker with the clock emblem printed on it.

Pushing open the door, Martin's pace was fast and soon disappeared into the dim street corner.

Shortly after he left, a carriage parked at the door of his residence.

The coachman rang the doorbell and shouted a few more times into the yard.

"Teacher Martin!"

"Teacher Martin..."

If Martin is still there, he will immediately recognize this as the coachman who is often responsible for picking up and dropping off him.

The coachman received no response and drove the carriage away a few minutes later...

Just like the sky when the heavy rain is approaching, it makes the pedestrians on the road particularly scarce.

Occasionally, it is also a hurry.

The more you go north of the city, the more bloody the smell becomes.

The figures on the street completely disappeared, appearing deserted and lonely.

About twenty minutes later, Martin stopped at a dead corner.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but he had to stop.

Because not far away, the surging mist was slowly spreading towards this side.

It's the fog of erosion again!

Is it another conspiracy of the Immortal Cult?

Martin frowned.

The light is not very good, and I don’t know how big the fog is.

A faint smell of blood came from the fog.

Martin stayed on the edge of the fog for a while, and was constantly weighing whether he needed to continue to lean over.

If he encounters enemies in the fog, especially soul-devouring ghosts, he will be in danger.

Martin knew his abilities very well and fought head-on. Even if there were two more, he would not be the opponent of the Soul-Devouring Ghost.

The last time I was able to succeed was entirely because of a sneak attack.

However, the captain and the others should have already entered, which will attract each other!

Martin held the restless quill on his chest, made a little preparation, then gritted his teeth and walked into the fog carefully.

Unlike the last time she was surrounded by fog without realizing it, Martin felt it more clearly this time.

When I entered the fog, my whole body became cold, as if I had jumped into the water naked.

Of course, the temperature is not that low, just a little chill.

The quill began to draw some energy from the mist again, but it was very hidden, and Martin couldn't feel it at all, just watching the unlocking progress slowly rise,
To be continued...