Red Moon Returns

Rule 1: Grass will not move objects that are not in a ‘displacement’ state.

Rule 2: Grass will not move itself.

Rule 3: Grass will not move objects that are comparing their own positions.

After the last few tests, Lynch summed up these rules for the grass, and then he stopped hesitating and cautiously moved towards the lighted farmhouse.

Every step he took put him in an observation state, and every position kept him in more than two ways to confirm his location.

Under the moonlight, the distance to the farmhouse shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than half an hour, Lynch had already approached the farmhouse in the middle of the tall grass.

In the open space outside the farmhouse, a black stone the size of a stool stood there. From a distance, the texture of the black stone could not be seen. It could only be seen that it exuded a dark luster under the moonlight, and many totem paintings like stick figures were engraved on the surface of the stone. As the shadows of the grass around swayed, these patterns were also twisting strangely, constantly changing positions and postures, looking particularly strange.

A strong stinging pain came from the center of his brows, and unprecedented palpitations and fear instantly filled his consciousness. Lynch stared at the black stone, and his muscles were tensed. He realized that this thing might be a higher-level wonder that he had never touched before, and it was more dangerous than the Blood Elegy in his hand. For example, a disaster-level wonder. [The unreachable hiding place, before being swallowed by the black stone, the sinner Hogg always used it to hide himself. Under his control, thousands of soldiers who hunted him climbed up the mountainside under the gaze of hundreds of witnesses and disappeared. No one saw them again. ] Hiss, it seems to be true. This thing is already very dangerous just by listening to the description. It is definitely disaster-level. But why can I break through such a powerful wonder so easily? I am not smart enough to be so exaggerated. Is this another trap? Once bitten by a snake, Lynch has become more vigilant. He lurked in the bushes and stared at the black stone. He did not dare to move for a long time. However, after repeatedly recalling the story of the wonder he perceived several times, he finally realized that he had overlooked a description. ‘Under his control.’

That is to say, the rules I have summed up are only the effects of this thing running automatically. If it is controlled by someone, it is unknown what kind of noise it will cause.

Feeling cold in his heart, Lin Qi secretly thanked himself for not catching up with the period when someone controlled the black stone, otherwise he would not know what the result would be.

With a sigh of relief, Lin Qi was also seriously considering whether to take the strange object away directly. Such a high-level strange object must be worth a lot... No, it must be very dangerous. It cannot be left in the hands of these bad guys. It must be confiscated on behalf of the Watcher.

[Puff. ]

Forget it, laugh if you want to laugh.

Lin Qi thought about it and gave up the idea. It was not because he had a change of heart, but because he was not sure whether taking the strange object would alarm the mountain people in the farmhouse. If it alarmed them, it would be more trouble than gain. If he wanted to confiscate it, he would wait until he left.

But is there really anyone here? Lin Qi was a little confused, because there was no movement in the whole farmhouse.

It wouldn't be a pity, were they going to hold a ceremony somewhere else? Or were they also teleported to run around in the bushes? They shouldn't be that stupid.

Lynch was nervous, hesitating whether to get closer or just go in to take a look.

The old mountain man's long-range precision attack from a hundred meters away when he first met him left him with lingering fears. Lynch really didn't want to fight him head-on, but now... since he had decided to protect Maya, he could only put aside his worries.

Live for death.

Taking a last look at the strange black stone, Lynch deliberately avoided the stone, stared at the farmhouse and hid his figure, approached cautiously step by step, and the surroundings were quiet. Except for the intermittent sound of insects, no sound could be heard.

He touched the wall of the farmhouse all the way and peeked in through the window. Inside the glass window was a very ordinary farmhouse restaurant. Several metal gas nozzles in the corner of the wall spewed out bright yellow flames, illuminating the entire restaurant.

Even the lights were not turned off, there must be someone living here, but where is the person?

Taking two steps back, he looked up and down at this old but not dilapidated two-story farmhouse. The other rooms were dark, and only the restaurant was lit. Lynch pondered for a moment, and began to move slowly around the farmhouse, observing the surroundings of the farmhouse from other angles.

One step, two steps, Lynch held his cane tightly, walked silently around the corner of the farmhouse, turned into the side of the farmhouse, and just as he turned around, a hideous face appeared in front of him.

Wolf-like face, shark-like fangs, blood-red eyes, and the skin on the face was twisted and rough like rubber. It was the appearance of a ghoul, and Lynch didn't notice any signs, and almost bumped into it.

Damn.

His hair exploded, and Lynch subconsciously took two steps back, swung his cane and smashed it, but just halfway through the swing, Lynch used his arms to force the cane to stop on the top of the ghoul's head.

Because after being stunned, he had noticed that it was not a real ghoul, but a hood that looked like a ghoul, just like the one in Maya's photo.

What? It was just a false alarm. It turned out to be just a hood.

As soon as he finished thinking, Lynch couldn't help but slap himself. He dared to think about it in such a dangerous situation. He deserved to be beaten.

Comparing it with the memory in the photo, Lynch was relieved and calmed down a little. He made a friendly greeting gesture to the hideous hood, then raised his cane and continued to walk to the back of the house...

Hmm? No.

Having already passed the hood, Lynch stepped back, frowned and pulled away a little, observing the wall as a whole.

This is a whole windowless outer wall on the side of the farmhouse, with a few parts hanging on it, which together are probably a complete set of ghoul costumes like those in the photo.

However, judging from the traces on the wall, there were originally more than one set hanging here.

Counting the nails, there should have been at least three sets hanging here, but now there is only one left.

What about the other two sets?

Staring at the remaining outfit, Lynch suddenly felt uneasy.

I don’t know the specific situation in this world, but in my hometown, Lynch has seen similar costumes in movies and TV dramas. They are often special props for important ceremonies, and they are usually sealed and protected.

This time, this group of ghouls actually brought out the ritual props. What do they want to do?

This is not the most critical issue. The more important question is... not only did they bring them out from the mountains, but they also took away two sets now.

What are they doing? Could it be that, as the sewer ghouls said, they were holding a ritual to send Maya to her final state, so no one was controlling the magic items, and so one set of these props was missing?

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Lynch clenched his fists and looked around nervously.

It was impossible to go far with those things, and the lights were on in the room, so these ghouls should be nearby.

Lynch carefully walked around the back of the farmhouse with a pistol and a cane, and found that the backyard of the farmhouse was a barn, and a few faint lights were coming out from the gaps in the barn door.

At the same time, there were also bursts of strange low hums.