the wind in the night
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"Let's go, there's no choice now."
"It will have to do."
After gazing at the sorely crying Thomson and handing the lamp back to Nessus, Ronald began to decide with the traveller what to do next. Although this mansion also oozed weirdness everywhere, entering it was the only option they had left now.
The reason was simple-
Because it was only when they came to this clearing that the distant scenery began to be incorporated into their eyes.
The churning black mist had actually surrounded the entire Black Mountain from all sides, and unless one was a winged Yao sparrow, it would be possible to cross the heavenly barrier they formed in the air.
The mansion in front of them was the only place above the Black Mountain that had not been swallowed.
It was also the last way out for the three Ronald men.
--Unless someone takes the initiative to rush into the black mist as an option.
Immediately, the two of them, who did not intend to waste any time, prepared to walk towards the entrance of the mansion.
However, after taking two steps, Ronald still looked back at Thomson, who was still kneeling on the ground.
Nessus's consolation just now had more or less worked, at least Thomson didn't continue to wail. But even after he stopped sobbing, this middle-aged man still lost the courage to stand up and continue.
"Thomson, can you stand up?"
"If you're going to stay where you are, then it's best to warn us when these black mists are approaching."
"It's fine to shout or to destroy something."
"Anyway, please."
"......"
Hearing Ronald open his mouth to Thomson, Nessus on the side immediately threw over a rather complicated look.
Instead of bullying or persuading, it took on a pleading tone.
The hint of 'Black Mist might come over' sandwiched between the words would definitely be the biggest help in prompting Thomson to stand up.
Was it the blink of an eye?
Or was it in less than a minute from the time he started comforting Thomson until now.
The 'noble sir' in front of him had organised such words?
Combined with the previous acumen of being the first to notice the campsite going out ......
This man, he couldn't be some kind of guy specialising in negotiation or psychological research!
Just for a moment Nessus sped through this thought.
Behind the two men, Thomson's reaction had proved his shock to be justified.
Though there was still fear in his eyes, Thomson literally stood up!
"I ...... I can do it."
In the face of Ronald's enquiry and advice, where did this middle-aged businessman dare to continue to stay where he was, to face the black fog that would inevitably strike afterwards alone?
The human nature of hugging for survival drove him to force himself to stand up and stagger right after him.
--
It was said to be a mansion, but that was only as a result of watching from some distance before.
During that time there were even more obstacles caused by the darkness of the night and the lack of lighting.
It was only after getting closer that the three realised that this mansion was actually not small in size.
According to Ronald's experience before travelling across the world, this is also a multi-person flat level residence, and around the main body of the house, there is also a garden that is not small in size.
This ......
This was really getting suspicious.
How an estate of this magnitude can appear outside of a town with a small number of people is as outrageous as building a castle in a slum.
From multiple economic and environmental considerations, it was not a building that a remote countryside that could be called a town could afford to put up.
"Thomson, haven't you been here before?"
Alertly approaching the middle-aged merchant behind him, Ronald immediately inquired in a low voice:
"Three years ago, was there such a large house on Black Mountain?"
Hearing this enquiry, Thomson's eyes froze and he looked at the manor in front of him in confusion.
"Ugh ......?"
He hadn't lied before.
Three years ago then, he did come to Black Mountain.
But that was just a passing through in his career as a merchant.
Who would remember this kind of side stuff!
"Tsk..."
Noticing Thomson's eyes, Ronald instantly realised that he couldn't get more information from him, and decisively gave up on adding pressure to this guy.
The only thing that was clear at the moment was one point.
This manor that was situated in the middle of the Black Mountain and also right in the middle of the Black Mist.
Definitely not simple!
Otherwise, why would the black mist not slow down earlier or later, but only do so after surrounding the manor?
It couldn't be that this thing had mercy and was prepared to let them live, could it?
The best thing to do is to play it safe.
At times like this, the advice of those with experience was often worth heeding.
Ronald's eyes immediately fell on Nessus in front of him.
If he remembered correctly, this guy had previously hinted that he had experienced a similar incident before ......
Noticing that Ronald took two or three steps to his side, Nessus' sensitivity level was also high.
Without waiting for Ronald to open his mouth, he commanded in a low voice with an 'I know what you're trying to do' look on his face:
"Alright, I know what you want to ask."
"But we don't have free time to explain it slowly here right now."
"Just watch my face after that, trust me, we're on the same rope."
"......"
Ronald looked at Nessus in silence.
The middle-aged man basically didn't cast any extra gazes on himself as he commanded himself, and he had put almost all of his energy, now, on the manor in front of him.
That kind of terrifying concentration, as if the black mist behind him was no longer important.
It was as if there was only this mansion in his eyes!
Whew-
Suddenly, a sourceless wind blew up around the three of them, blowing a chill down one's spine.
If one listens with one's ears, one can also detect a weird vomiting sound that vaguely appears in it, as if a tattered bellows is being torn apart.
--The above is the situation faced by normal people.
--Doesn't apply to Ronald at this moment!
Due to his previous encounter, he could now read any human writing he had seen or not seen, as well as communicate without any obstacles.
And then, the sound caught in this wind was actually a human wail.
It just so happened to be accurately recognised by him!
"Ah..."
"Save ...... save me ......"
"Don't die, I don't want to die!"
"Let me cross the river, Cajun!"
"O damned Purgatory, I curse thee!"
"......"
The wind was filled with all sorts of despair and pain, as if someone was undergoing endless t*****e, which created this terrible hissing.
Quietly, Ronald looked at the two people around him out of the corner of his eye.
Whether it was Nessus or Thomson, they didn't notice the wailing in the wind, and looked like they only took it as a mere stray wind noise.
Clang-clang-clang-
Just as Ronald was about to continue listening to the sound of the wind, Nessus, who was at the forefront, had already arrived at the entrance of the mansion, and with a lamp in his right hand, he knocked on the single door of the room with his left hand outstretched.
There was a 'creak'.
Almost just as the sound faded, the left side of the room door pushed open towards the outside.
The people inside seemed to be prepared.
A boy who didn't look too old was standing in the doorway, his face equally scornful as he gazed at the black mist in the distance.
The boy was wearing ordinary white and grey linen clothes, and just by looking at his looks and appearance, he looked like an ordinary person.
"You guys, quickly come in."
"It's just too dangerous out there."
As the words landed, the boy himself moved to the left and rounded the corner, making room for the three to enter the house.
"......"
Under a dark, cloudy night.
Nessus, the lamp-carrying leader of the trio, nodded and took the lead in pacing into it.
"Let's go-"
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