Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 73 Cemetery
It's almost summer and the sun is shining brightly.

The traces left by the heavy rain that poured all night disappeared under the sunlight in one morning.

Only the occasional tiles blown down by the strong wind and the thatched huts collapsed by the rain on the roadside vaguely revealed the tragic scene of last night.

A silvery-white robin gently flapped its wings and flew over the dense and dilapidated housing area, revealing a messy cemetery with countless stone tablets standing behind it.

"Ah!"

The halfling sneezed violently, touched his arm which was covered with goose bumps, and complained in his tone.

"Is this the place? Don't you guys manage it?"

The reason why people in their previous lives felt "eerie" in cemeteries was largely because cemeteries were often built in remote areas with open environments, lacking vegetation and tall buildings, allowing cold air to flow unimpeded, as well as psychological factors under special circumstances.

But in this world, the sudden drop in temperature in the cemetery might really be due to the negative energy in the air.

In many large and densely populated cities, there are even relevant churches and specialized municipal organizations that regularly inspect and maintain nearby cemeteries to prevent certain adverse situations from occurring.

Caranfor is just a small town on the border of the kingdom. The only church in the town is dedicated to "Amaunator", so naturally there is no such condition.

The sheriff's handsome and three-dimensional face showed a hint of embarrassment at Alton's nagging.

I didn't know how to answer, so I could only pretend I didn't hear it and look around, trying to find if there were any suspicious signs around.

Xia Nan didn't really care about this.

In comparison, what he cared more about was the wooden sword [Green Pine] behind him, which began to heat up slightly after he walked into the cemetery gate.

I couldn't help but feel alert.

At the same time, he became more satisfied with his blue quality weapon.

Even if it is rarely used, just carrying it on your back is equivalent to carrying a sensor radar against undead spirits and snakes and scorpion monsters.

perfectly worked.

When my strength gradually increases in the future and the wooden sword can no longer keep up, maybe I can use its characteristics to make some easy-to-carry perception accessories.

I don't know if its scorching sun damage can...

"Hey!"

The halfling's voice interrupted Xia Nan's reverie about the future.

"Isn't there anyone around here who is a little familiar with the situation here?"

He asked the sheriff.

"Yes, yes." Seeing that the other party was no longer concerned about the maintenance of the cemetery, Ingram's expression relaxed a little and nodded.

"I remember there was a grave keeper who had been doing the job for many years. He was in town when I first arrived."

As he spoke, he identified the direction and led the two people towards the depths of the cemetery.

……

This is a small wooden house that looks extremely shabby.

The eaves were covered with cobwebs and the window sills were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Only from the footprints in the mud in front of the door and the garbage scattered on the roadside can we see some traces of human life.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

Ingram's big, muscular body stood on the front steps and knocked gently on the door.

"who!?"

A rather impatient male voice was heard from inside the house.

Along with the sound of tables and chairs moving and rubbing against the floor, slow and lingering footsteps gradually approached.

crunch--

The wooden door slowly opened from the inside to the outside.

A skinny old man with white hair and about seventy or eighty years old appeared behind the door.

"What are you doing..."

Suddenly catching sight of the sheriff in front of him, the gravekeeper's originally gloomy and irritable expression suddenly paused.

A stiff smile appeared on his face:
"Dear Mr. Ingram, what can I do for you?"

Without further ado, the sheriff got straight to the point.

"A passerby reported that he saw something unclean in the cemetery."

"You are the gravekeeper. Did you find anything last night?"

Xia Nan clearly noticed that when Ingram stated his purpose, the old man's already pale face turned even paler.

"Situation? No...nothing!"

As if something important had been said, the gravekeeper suddenly raised his voice and replied with a trembling voice.

"I went to bed very early... very early last night, and I didn't know anything!" Xia Nan stood aside, his mouth twitching.

The gravekeeper had such a guilty conscience that I could tell something was wrong with him even though I had no experience in interrogation.

Ingram had served as sheriff in Caranfor for many years, so he naturally noticed the other party's abnormality.

His eyes subconsciously followed the half-open wooden door of the old man and looked into the house.

boom--

But just by looking at it this way, it seemed like he had hit the opponent's sore spot.

As if in some kind of stress response, the night watchman pushed the door open violently.

As the door opened outwards and hit the sheriff, his thin body lowered and he slid out like a loach.

Looking at Xia Nan and the half-man blocking the way to the door, a fierce light suddenly appeared in his turbid eyes.

He pulled out a dagger flashing with cold light from his waist and stabbed it suddenly!

The unfamiliar environment of the cemetery and the hot wooden sword behind him kept Xia Nan alert at all times.

He reacted almost the moment the other party made a move.

"Boom!"

The dagger stabbed into the wooden sword with its front side, making a slightly dull sound.

Xia Nan frowned slightly.

The Night Watchman's stabbing speed was very slow, and his strength was even beyond that of the Goblin.

It seems like he is just an ordinary old man.

Because the sword was hot, he subconsciously drew out [Green Pine] to face the attack of the Night Watch.

Although the temperature of the hilt increased further, it did not emit the damaging flames of "Scorching Sun" like it did last night.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Since the opponent has taken the initiative to attack him, there is no possibility for him to hold back.

Although Xia Nan had practiced the combat skills book for many days, it was still far from the point of mastering the "combat skills", but it did give him several more techniques to deal with the enemy.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with his wrist, pressing down and twisting it, feeling the friction between the sword and the dagger.

Suddenly upwards!

"Block the upward attack!"

Swah——

A short and thick sound of breaking through the air rang in my ears.

The black sword light flashed in an instant.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The skinny hand holding the dagger, along with half of the forearm, flew up against the backdrop of the glaring blood.

The intense pain of broken limbs almost made the night watchman faint on the spot.

His body stumbled as if he was about to fall down at any second.

But he managed to maintain his body's center of gravity while shaking.

With his only remaining left hand, he trembled and took out a bone whistle from his arms.

Blow hard!

beep—

The sharp whistle instantly spread throughout the cemetery.

Xia Nan wanted to chase after him with a sword in hand, but he saw the night watchman threw the bone whistle in his hand to the ground in front of him.

"Snapped."

The pale bone whistle fell on the moist and soft black soil, getting covered in a few spots of mud.

shock.

A vibration coming from below.

boom--

Mud stars mixed with gravel flew up.

A bony palm reflecting a cold and eerie light suddenly emerged from the mud.

Put your five fingers together.

Hold the bone whistle tightly in your palm.

(End of this chapter)