Infinite Mask Game

The old lady's name was Alva Temple. She was kind and kind-hearted. ☞ ♦ ♦♦

She is an unknown number of generations of descendants of the tomb owner in front of her, Erica Temple.

When talking about the catastrophe, the old man who has lived a long time obviously has his own emotions.

"The story about that disaster has been passed down from generation to generation, and I don't even know how many times it has changed since I came here. Since you want to know, I'll tell you."

"That catastrophe killed many, many people and almost emptied the town of Sabo."

This cemetery, which looks very vast at first glance, is proof of this.

"At that time, the town was just a remote site in Shalan Greenland. It had a small population and underdeveloped commerce. The area was probably only half of what it is now. But the Blessing Sect had already taken root here at that time."

"It was a strange disaster that came quietly and took away the lives of almost everyone in the town in an instant. Only believers who were accustomed to going to church to pray early in the morning survived."

"It is said that the statue of the Goddess of Blessing in the church suddenly lit up with golden light, and the bright light surrounded the entire church. Thanks to God's protection, everyone in the church was safe."

"When the priest noticed something was wrong, everyone outside had already been killed. My ancestors happened to be in the church at the time, but their relatives were... separated from each other forever."

Wei Miao truly realized the cruelty of the catastrophe after listening to her talk about that past.

No wonder few people come to visit the graves. Some families have already been reunited, while some have been single all their lives and have no descendants left. After more than 300 years of baptism, some family inheritances have also been cut off, and there are few descendants of the victims left.

Wei Miao: "When the catastrophe happened, no one in the church was aware of it?"

The old man nodded and affirmed: "So, it was a strange and strange catastrophe. There were no external injuries on the victim's body, and when he died, his expression was the same as usual. It was as if a gust of wind blew by and everyone fell asleep."

What a weird way to die. Wei Miao looked through the extraordinary knowledge in her mind, but none of it could match this situation.

"The priest at that time said that it was called a 'death wave' and that it was a rare natural disaster."

Wei Miao guessed that the mechanism of the "Death Tide" was to bypass the body and directly obliterate the will. It was a type of spiritual attack that ordinary people could not resist.

"Later, the church provided money and effort to bury all the victims. The surviving people mourned them collectively. Later, the Day of the Victims gradually evolved into All Saints' Day. It was originally a festival of silence and blessing for the deceased, but as the town With the expansion, it turned into a festival called mourning but actually a carnival.”

This is the origin of All Saints' Day, and Wei Miao thinks it is reasonable.

The old man is quite dissatisfied with the current situation of All Saints' Day.

Wei Miao has a different view: "I think that instead of treating death with solemnity on this day and making everyone depressed, it might be better to face it with a trendy attitude."

"Facing death with joy and laughter, we also bring them to the souls of the dead. Maybe these victims are somewhere enjoying themselves with the people as souls."

Perhaps this is what All Saints’ Day is about. What the special residents need is not gloomy and meaningless remembrance, but enjoyment of the good life in this world.

Afterwards, Wei Miao chatted with the old man for a while before leaving the cemetery.

She stood on the Blessing Square, looked left and right, and walked towards the city hall.

The street behind the city hall is sandwiched between a wide river, which winds through the upper half of the city, and a flat stone bridge flies across both sides.

It is called the flowing ribbon on the shoulders of the town of Sabo, and also has its own name - Planju River, which means brocade in the town dialect. The stone bridge on it is also named "Pulangju Bridge".

On both sides of the river are bright street scenes and slow-moving crowds. In the refreshing breeze, you can experience the romance of the unique Saab town.

"Dang~dang~dang~"

Not far from the river, in the southwest corner of the town, stands a clock tower.

At this moment, it rang loudly, and the deep bell echoed over the town, announcing the arrival of the noon hour.

Wei Miao quickened her pace and disappeared into the crowd.

She didn't want to meet the travelers who had returned without success at this time, and then let them go through twists and turns.

On the other side, Qingniao, Guan Shanyue and Wanderer looked at each other, and they all saw the helplessness and frustration in each other's eyes.

"We wasted a whole morning."

The Wanderer said expressionlessly, with a hint of reproach and annoyance in his tone.

"There is no point in regretting the past if it is not for the purpose of learning a lesson." Qingniao replied calmly.

Guan Shanyue had a kind smile on her face and smoothed things over between the two, even though she felt sore in her arms: "No one had any objection at the time. Since the matter is over, it's better to complete the task well."

She took the initiative to pull the two of them towards Zhuyou Square: "Zixu must have been waiting for a long time, let's go there quickly."

In fact, Zixu was shopping with Smiley Face and a special resident who had nothing to do. The latter was so boring that he was still giving pointers after three hours of shopping. He took the former to eat, drink and have fun. Zixu looked at All Saints' Day candies. Every flower comes out, and my heart is like a knife.

The special resident is usually lonely and cold, and his only wish is for someone to accompany him around the town.

And Wei Miao met another special resident while walking around.

This is a young man with wandering eyes, short hair parted in the middle, his hands in his pockets, looking leisurely, and walking slower than Wei Miao.

Wei Miao realized his identity when he approached him. When he was thinking about how to talk to him, he suddenly turned around.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Wei Miao was stunned for a moment, then showed a friendly smile to show that he had no ill intentions: "How do you know I want to talk to you about something?"

"My sixth sense has always been very sharp. I can detect when someone is staring at me deliberately." The young man didn't say another word. After he turned into a ghost, his perception became even sharper.

Wei Miao could of course detect his vague pride at the moment, so he followed his words: "I saw that you have amazing bones, so I looked at you a few more times out of curiosity."

The young man's eyes lit up: "Oh, can you tell that I am different?"

It was originally just a joke, but his brain circuit seemed to be as different as he was.

Wei Miao's smile was meaningful: "Of course. I saw that there seemed to be wind under your feet, your body was as light as a swallow, like a soul out of the body, and your spirit was stronger than that of ordinary people."

The young man's heart skipped a beat, and he was in doubt and a little ecstasy at the same time.

This person seemed to have real skills, and could tell his true nature in one sentence.

He asked eagerly: "What else can you see?"

Wei Miao had already seen something.

To be honest, Wei Miao was not too surprised that this sixth sense was placed on the special residents.

Compared with the Oga seen in the previous copy, this sixth sense was simply child's play. Even most players must have several times stronger perception abilities than him now.

So she said: "You are gifted and have excellent roots. Young man, you have platinum talent, extraordinary state, fast cultivation, and sleepless nights." (End of this chapter)