Chapter 2840

There is a strong aroma in the air, but I prefer the garlic garlands to that smell.

This thing also can't kill vampires, it can only drive them away. According to Van Helsing, they don't like the smell.

As a novice, I trudge through the misty forest behind Van Helsing, jumping from bush to bush, advancing blindly without knowing where I'm going.

Occasionally we see a statue of a statue as evidence that this was once a garden. I've always worried about terrible things, and while I'm not a person of firm belief, I'm willing to believe in things that I know but can't prove to exist.

There is no wind and grass, and the moonlight cannot penetrate the dense canopy. There is only silence and darkness, and even death and fate seem to be frozen. I suggested to Van Helsing to light up the lights, although this would let certain beings know we were coming, but without the lights on, we would also see nothing.

"It's a foolish move," insisted Van Helsing.

At this time, I heard a whole dreamy singing, which was sung by a woman.

I motioned Van Helsing to listen carefully, and he heard it too, but he suggested not to worry about it, because it might be a trap.

We went on, and there was a low arched door in front of us, surrounded by ruins like ruins.

It appears to have once been a chapel, and stone crosses, covered with thorns, can be seen.

If we had come a few months later, the rose should have bloomed and it would have looked beautiful. But at this moment, the chapel was full of stale smell, mixed with an indescribable stench, a bit of earthy smell mixed with filth.

I collected a little more soil, and there were a few huge mice in the corner, they were jumping around us, I thought the mice would run away when they saw people.

"There are always some people who want to live forever." Van Helsing said desperately, "Take other people's lives as grains, harvest when they are ripe, sow again, and then ripen."

I told him it was a good analogy, better than my catnip theory, and Van Helsing looked tender.

"Being crazy is easier to accept than the fact that it's like that."

"Speak carefully, doctor, be careful."

Van Helsing's expression became cold again.

"Let's go now, we're wasting time now."

I had no objection and followed him on.

The air gradually became humid and heavy, and the visibility became even lower. This made Van Helsing, who thought lighting a lamp a bad idea, had to choose the weakest oil lamp.

The fog is getting heavier and thicker, and I can even see which direction it is coming from through the beam of light. There was the howling of some kind of creature in the distance, and the sound of bats flapping their wings, but nothing else, not even the sweet and seductive song just now.

I tried to lighten the mood, but Van Helsing was unmoved. After a while we stopped because we all heard something like some animal eating.

We had only taken two steps in that direction before the sound of eating stopped, but we didn't stop.

There is a filthy and pathetic life in which the tights, shackles, and chains are all a kind of mercy to him.

The first thing I saw was a pile of remains, presumably belonging to a bat, which had been eaten in half and had blood everywhere.

Then we heard a moan, which sounded like excruciating pain, and flies buzzing around.

A man jumped at me in the thick fog, his lips, teeth, and gums were all red, and his eyes were full of blankness and hellfire. He opened his mouth to me like a dog that has seen a bone, obviously skinny but with great strength.

Faced with this evil creature, all previous fear and gloom were swept away, and I felt relieved for some reason.

"Blood is life."

The monster who tried to kill me said I was so shaken by him that I hardly knew what to do when Van Helsing pinned him to the ground.

He fell to the ground, curled up like a dog, and then he touched his neck, then licked his palm.

I soon realized he was licking my blood, the wound on my hand where the glass had scratched it, and it was bleeding again after the fight, and it soaked through the bandages Van Helsing had put on me.

I was angry, disgusted, and Van Helsing stopped me with his outstretched hands.

"He is Self's patient," said Van Helsing firmly.

I tried my best to keep my peace, thinking of the carnivore Dr. Self had mentioned to me.

Then I asked Van Helsing if he was going to move on with him?

Van Helsing put his hand gently on the man: "Now, poor Jason, let's go home."

Jason dropped his head so low it almost touched his chest, and Van Helsing took his hand and led him the way we had come.

Instead of going up the cliff, we returned to the pass along the road. Others were happy to see that we had found someone, not the missing child, and gave us food and water, but I asked for a bandage first.

I'm afraid I will never forget that scene, and I began to understand Van Helsing's mood—the mood of being treated as food.

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"Why haven't you eaten?" Pomona asked, walking to Barnaby's side.

"I ate," said Barnaby dryly.

"That's all?" asked Pomona, who ate only one sandwich.

"I'm not hungry," said Barnaby repellently.

Pomona sat down beside him. "I hear you're going to be in action tonight?"

Barnaby said nothing.

This is not difficult to understand, because last night Cole said that Barnaby is a coward, so this "hero" came here to be a hero in order to prove that he is not a coward.

"Come with me," said Pomona, and led Barnaby to the creek. "If you see that piece of wood, bring it up."

Barnaby walked over like a Muggle, but instead of picking up the piece of driftwood, he transformed into a swamp digger.

At the moment it stuck out its tongue quickly and attacked Barnaby, Pomona cast a Levitation Charm on its tongue, and then used "all fly away" to tear off its tongue, and the swamp digger fell into the Disappeared in the aquatic plants.

"Isn't that taught in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Pomona asked.

"Professor Carter taught us to use armor," said Barnaby.

"What you have to do later is to collect 100 swamp digger tongues." Pomona said, "When you collect them all, when will you participate in the mission."

"You think I'm joking?" said Barnaby.

"Another mission from Paul?" Pomona asked.

"No." He said after a moment of silence.

"What's that about?" Pomona asked.

Barnaby said nothing.

"It's a few hours before the sun goes down, and I'll start now," Pomona said to Barnaby, before turning to leave.

"What's the purpose of his tormenting?" Barnaby cried. "If he wants me to drop out, I can drop out right away."

"That's not his purpose," Pomona said. "He wants to turn your soul from light to darkness."

Barnaby was shocked.

"He makes you feel like you have no choice but to do what he says."

"What should I do?" asked Barnaby.

"Start now." Pomona pointed to the tongue on the ground, "100 pieces, you can join us after collecting all of them."

Then she left Barnaby and went back to base camp.