Chapter 1337 275. Survivor

  No one wants to know that the Demon Slayer Association is a surrender faction.

  Although they never surrendered at the expense of the weirdness, they were the first to loosen the ropes that prevented the world from sliding into the abyss.

When    Lu Li arrived, the world was on the verge of destruction, and he knew very little about the Demon Slayer Association and little about the investigators.

   The Nightmare and the Truth also point to the Slayer’s Guild—provided it hasn’t been damaged.

   And this possibility is slim.

  It is a miracle that when Lu Li approached the city, entered the ruins of the old days, walked through the collapsed ruins, and saw the ancient Marian tower-style buildings that had been renovated several times still standing among the ruins.

  This sturdy structure extends the modern castle, the disadvantage is that even if you don’t step into it, you can feel the complexity of the interior.

   Just letting it stand among the ruins is more than solid…

  Because as Lu Li approached, some kind of disgust that seemed to come from the depths of his soul emerged spontaneously, driving him away from this building with a special beauty.

  Lu Li has never touched the ancient mark since he became a ghost, so I guess that’s how it feels.

  If you are ignorant and weird, you will follow your instinct to leave this disgusting filth.

   This is good news and means that the facilities within the Demon Slayer Association remain operational.

   Suppressing his disgust like approaching filth, Lu Li entered the gate of the association. The hall in front of him was the only spacious room. The corridors intertwined like honeycombs into the darkness.

  It is no wonder that in Tesla’s memories, friends always complain about the headquarters.

  Lu Li simply rummaged through the halls scattered with debris, but could not find a route map, and it was not easy to find a fixed target in this castle-like stacked building. Lu Li could only turn to the first passage on the left and explore here by exhaustive method.

  Before the first fork in the passage, the sign on the wall guides the direction:

  【↑Lounge】

  【←Stairwell】

  【→Office area】

  【↓you】

   Lu Li’s goal was not on the first floor, but before turning to the left, he briefly explored the lounge and office area.

  The lounge is a combination of the dining room and the dormitory. The former has nothing, and the latter Lu Li only found a few blank notes with broken nouns written on them, and there is no diary.

  There are no clues left in the office area, and the exorcists of the old days took away all useful information. Possibly on other floors, possibly hidden.

  Luri goes back to the stairwell, one step extends upwards and the other extends downwards. On the dark staircase extending downward, a string of wind chimes connected in series with iron cans hangs on the only way—

  The breeze does not blow the wind chimes, but the passing existence does.

  In the weird era after the demise of the Demon Slayer Association, there were survivors who took refuge here.

  dang chirp-dang chirp-dang chirp-

   The swaying empty cans made a loud noise that was not a wind chime, echoing in the depths of the quiet passage, reminding possible refugees that someone was approaching.

   After “knocking on the door”, Lu Li gathered an oil lamp and walked down the stairs to the ground.

   A long corridor that cannot be illuminated by oil lamps appeared in front of the eyes. The skeletons covered the feet, some weird and some human, and the signs on the wall reflected a faint light: [Library]

   At this time, a dull voice suddenly sounded in the corridor:

  【What has four legs during the day, two legs at noon, and three legs at night? 】

  Lu Li captured the tension and weakness in the sound, while the surrounding skeletons indicated that they had died here.

“Humanity.”

  Lu Li answered the riddle and continued to drift forward

  【What can bring people back to life, make you cry, make you laugh, and make you younger? 】

   The voice suppressed something.

“Memories.”

  【The third question…don’t ask the third one, prove your identity】

   A low voice interrupted the puzzle, and an echo sounded.

  Lu Li stopped in front of the iron gate at the end of the corridor and took out the businessman’s eyeballs.

   Merchant Anthony soon emerged from the shadows outside the lamp.

   “I found some survivors under the association headquarters.” Lu Li said, taking the crown of thorns handed over by businessman Anthony.

  【…He is the exorcist…the exorcist! 】

   A noisy excited shout sounded, and the low voice maintained vigilance: “Are you a ghost?”

“I am already dead.”

   “Is there a monster following you?”

“No.”

  The iron gate trembled, and dust fell from the rustling.

   A group of dirty, emaciated, beggar-like figures appeared behind the dusty door.

   “Has the weirdness gone, gone?” asked a nervously stuttering survivor.

  Lu Li looked at the burning fire behind them, and grabbed the psychic gun, short dagger, silver box and other equivalents pointed at him in his hand.

   “Answer my question, Exorcist!”

   Someone suddenly shouted, dissatisfied with Lu Li’s neglect.

   A silhouette stopped him, and the low voice made Lu Li recognize him:

   “I am a collateral bloodline of King Martha IX. Forgive their rudeness. The people here are not nobles and councillors themselves or their descendants. We have noble blood flowing.”

   This middle-aged man showing signs of aging looked at Lu Li: “Who were you talking to before?”

   “I am the mother of swamps, St. Mark’s most beautiful flower, Roland Toalagon.”

  The gentle words of the Swamp Mother suddenly sounded in their minds.

   “Toyalagon? Are you a descendant of the Toyalagon family?”

   “I am Princess Roland.”

   “You have a way to keep people alive for hundreds of years!?”

  The aging man who claimed to be the collateral bloodline of Martha IX became short of breath.

“No.”

“Hmph, even if I had you, I wouldn’t know…” He expected that Lu Li, who was just a pawn, wouldn’t know too much: “Exorcist, take us out of here now. You know our identities, and you never want to know what will happen to angering us. .”

  The crown of thorns was silent, as if silenced by the dignity of “the collateral bloodline of Martha IX”.

  Lu Li quietly looked around the empty library.

   Knowledge-fueled fires, filthy damp holes, tooth-marked human and monstrous skeletons,

  These starving nobles were short of food.

  The nobles cursed in anger at Lu Li’s neglect. The aging men knew that Lu Li was their chance to leave, so they shut up and restrained their arrogance: “You will get a reward for this, and I will let that lord give you an unimaginably rich reward, even if you become a human again.”

“Really?”

   Lu Li thought they had the knowledge of resurrection.

   But it was different from what he imagined, “I reveal it with the glory of the Martha family. Your lord has the power to make people live longer, and naturally he can also resurrect people.” The aging man replied proudly.

   “You can leave here from the merchant world.”

   Lu Li summoned the merchant Anthony, and said to the nobles.

   “You did a good job, exorcist. When we return to the gathering place, we will apply to the Princess Roland to reward you.”

  The aging man suppressed his excitement and said to Lu Li with satisfaction.

   Other noble refugees begged for food from merchants, and then praised that it was better than weird and human flesh—

  Lu Li watched them enter the merchant world calmly.

   The Land of Light doesn’t need the finger-worms of old times.