Zongman, can you be immortal with me for the rest of your life?

Because he was obviously not in good physical condition, Shimura climbed up panting and staggered behind Kirito, but then his legs went weak and he knelt on the edge of the cliff.

He also saw everything Kirito saw.

It felt like we had arrived at the end of an island, and even the lingering thick fog had become much thinner.

From this cliff, you can clearly see below.

But below at this moment... there is a vast sea with no end in sight.

Red sea of blood!

The crimson light, coming from nowhere, reflected in the mist on the sea, and it wasn't just a sea of blood.

There are people...

Some monsters with tears of blood were walking towards the sea.

There were also some people whose bodies had rotted away until only a mass of rotten flesh remained. Their legs were already standing in the bloody water, but for some reason they kept twisting and hesitating in pain on the shore.

At this time, Kirito heard the whisper of the old man next to him.

"Return from the sea! Return from the sea! Is this the real return from the sea? Haha! Haha! In the end, there is no way out at all. Let me die as a human being!"

The old man took out the gun, pointed it at his head, and closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.

254

Chapter 254: Organizing clues.

Kirito originally saw the old man raising his hand and thought he was going to say something about freedom on the other side of the sea.

As a result, I saw the old man next to me put the gun directly into his mouth.

He just pulled out the gun.

No, why are you committing suicide?

You are not allowed to die!

He felt a force greater than a punching machine snatch the gun from his hand.

The old man looked at Kirito blankly.

shook his head.

"Young man, let go. I don't want to become a monster like them."

As he spoke, the old man laughed miserably and pointed downwards.

“I’ve seen quite a few people there before. Even though it’s been so many years and their clothes are tattered, I still remember them.

They were all the people who disappeared in the mudslide, and they all became half-human, half-ghost appearances.

Hahaha, you can imagine that the place we are in has probably been submerged by some kind of mudslide or earthquake. If we stay here, we will end up like them. It’s better to die as human beings, so that we won’t be able to rest in peace even after death.”

There was a glint of despair in the old man's eyes.

Kirito didn't know how to refute his statement. The old man had been soaked since he saw him.

He remembered what Kazuma had said. Maybe this old man would really turn into a monster. No... maybe he would still turn into a monster even after he died.

But he couldn't do it. He couldn't bear to watch him die in front of him, nor did he want this man to die with such despair.

"What do you know? What happened during the last mudslide? If we're going to die, at least let us find the culprit."

Kirito didn't say that they shouldn't be affected by the curse, because saying this made him feel like he was betraying the person in front of him. Even though he wasn't familiar with this person, he still kept complaining.

"Last time? Last time, haha, the Takeuchi family discovered that the Kamishiro family seemed to be up to something and released that book. My brother, because of his inner sense of justice, ignored my advice and thought that the Kamishiro family was performing human sacrifices, so he insisted on going to argue with the village chief.

Then he was forcibly diagnosed as mentally ill and arrested by the hospital. I went to the hospital to beg for help, but they refused to let him go... Kouyi was also disobedient and insisted on taking a woman out of the village for my brother, and then he also disappeared.

I didn't dare to cause trouble with the Kamishiro family, nor did I dare to do anything. I have dragged this broken body around for all these years, and in the end, I still have to go through this."

Kirito remembered that when the man walked up just now, he introduced himself as Shimura Akira, so Akira... should be his son.

Looking at the old man, he realized that the old man might have died a long time ago, died on that day.

Human sacrifice, this is such a disgusting thing!

Although we cannot understand the full picture of what happened back then from these few words, it must have been very terrifying. Perhaps the old man's purpose in living was to one day take revenge on the people of the Kamishiro family.

Kirito's eyes were filled with anger.

"Don't worry about that. Come down the mountain with me."

Kirito didn't care whether the old man was willing or not, he just grabbed him and walked down the mountain, while sending the news he knew to the group.

On the other side, Kazuma was stunned when he saw Kirito's message, and then he quickly went over the message in his mind in combination with what the girl in front of him said.

Sato Kazuma: I understand.

[Kerry: What do you know now?]

Sato Kazuma: This time, it must be the same thing that happened to the old man Kirito mentioned. Didn't Kirito say that the old man's son was trying to escape with a woman? They must have taken away the tribute, and then the mudslide engulfed part of the village, and some people appeared here.

Satou Kazuma: In other words, this could be some kind of alternate dimension. If their ritual fails, some areas and people will be pulled into this dimension. This time, because the girl next to me escaped, it happened again. We and a random area were pulled into this place.

Sato Kazuma: These strange buildings are likely the remains of those who were dragged into these places after failed rituals throughout history. This also explains why the monsters here are almost outnumbered by those outside.

【Toyokawa Shoko: I see】

Kerry looked at Xiangzi in reality.

No, sister, why is it that even a senior otaku needs to think for a long time before figuring out this complicated setting, but you who usually don’t understand anything can suddenly understand it.

"So it's probably an evil deity that demands regular sacrifices. If they aren't given, it will become enraged and drag some of you into this dark space, subjecting you to its curse. That's probably what's going on."

Xiangzi didn't notice Kerry's gaze and was still talking to himself.

After Teacher Xiang's explanation, Kerry quickly understood what was going on.

It may not be that simple, but that's roughly the situation.

It was an hour after the neighing.

Chris and Xiangzi were cleaning up the zombies around them.

But I didn't dare to go too far away.

There is no doubt that these survivors became a burden to the two men.

After reading that passage, Xiangzi made a decision.

"Kerry, I'll go find someone, you hold this place."

"I'd better go."

Kerry doesn't want to miss the excitement of the battle.

Xiangzi hesitated for a moment after listening to what Kerry said.

Finally nodded.

"Leave it to me. I won't mess it up. If you come across more survivors, bring them to me."

Looking at Xiangzi's eyes, Kerry moved his lips. He didn't want to say it but finally said it.

"If, if those people also turned into those monsters after being caught in the rain..."

"I won't be lenient, just leave it to me."

Xiangzi showed a determined look.

"it is good."

Without saying anything else, Kerry turned around and walked into the rain.

Watching Kerry leave, Xiangzi took out his weapon and whetstone and started to maintain them.

But at this moment, a voice sounded from behind her. She turned around suddenly, only to find that a pink-haired girl among the unconscious people in the room had crawled up slightly.

Xiangzi immediately looked at her warily, but fortunately the girl spoke.

"Um, sister, can you tell me what happened? Also, can you tell me the name of the brother in red clothes?"

Yuno, who is actually half a year older than Xiangzi, asked timidly.

……

After chatting with the girl who was used as a sacrifice under the eaves for a long time, Kazuma decided to take action.

"Didn't you ask me to help you escape? Where are we going?"

"I do not know."

The girl gave Google's high-quality answer.

But before Kazuma raised an eyebrow, he still gave a direction.

"Don't be so serious. We can go to the church and see if my sister and brother-in-law are still there."

Sister... Kazuma remembered that the girl said that in their generation there were always two sisters, the younger sister was responsible for being the sacrifice, and the older sister was used to continue the bloodline.

255

Chapter 255: The Basement of the Immortals.

Speaking of the church, Kazuma and the girl walked into the rain without knowing the exact location of the church.

Just walking along the road of these shacks.

When I walked to a road, it seemed as if the road was cut off out of thin air. A red river flowed through the section in front of me, and on the other side of the river was a grassland.

This weird sense of time and space confusion is like sewing a horse's head onto the head of a horse girl. It is as inconsistent as those famous illustrations in the second-hand game that want to take away the player's mother, and it feels like the result of photoshopped pictures just like the CBA's head.

"What should we do? We don't have a bridge..."

Miyako Kamishiro and her dog looked at the loss in front of them blankly, feeling a little helpless.

"What's the big deal?"

Kazuma was delighted and jumped over the blood river, which was not very long, only about one meter long.

"Then...what about me? Are you going to carry me over?"

"It's a beautiful thought."

Kazuma looked around and found a signpost with the words "Kami-Chu-Hu" written on it. Kazuma took down an iron plate from not far away and placed it in the middle of the road as a bridge.

The girl walked across the bridge carefully.

"Wow, you're really strong. But here..."

The girl looked.

"Shangchuhu, the former commercial area, disappeared during the last mudslide."

The two were about to go forward when they suddenly noticed a light shining towards them in the fog. Kazuma was a little unsure and picked up his flashlight and flashed it in that direction.

Then, a man crawled out from behind the counter in the commercial street over there.

"Oh my god, there are other people here."

The man came out, still talking.

Kazuma looked around and realized this wasn't the...

He couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

"Takeuchi Tamon, lecturer in folklore, we met once before, remember?"

The man reintroduced himself, then looked at the girl behind Kazuma and frowned. It was only then that Kazuma noticed that the man was holding a bloody crowbar.

"Let me confirm, you didn't drink the water here? According to my research, the water here may be dangerous.

If you guys turn into monsters like those over there, I’ll be in great trouble.”

Judging from the situation, this guy must have killed a few zombies like that before. Can we say he is worthy of being a folklorist?

From using black magic to exorcise the old days to using scientific methods to rub zombies, it is truly an amazing profession.

"My students are hiding over there. You can ask the women around you to hide over there as well. It's time for us men to step forward."

I really want to say where did this male chauvinist come from? How can he be so disrespectful to women?