Chapter 2637: Edge of Life and Death

"Look, the power of death has actually condensed into materialized mist here. What is behind this coffin?"

The witch was very surprised, and Xia De frowned and answered her:

"I don't know what is behind the coffin, but I know that this coffin lid is a crack; it connects to an edge of life and death."

Although the dead Great Witch had not experienced the incident in Mid-Hill Fort last autumn, she of course knew this kind of special area between the world of the living and the world of the dead produced by the distortion of the world:

"But didn't you say that York Bronte is..."

"That's right, and I don't know if this is a coincidence or something else. This coffin lid is the fourth 'twisted tree hole' we are looking for. This sounds unbelievable, but the past connected behind the tree hole is not connected to the real world, but to that edge of life and death in a past time point."

"So the death aura only leaked so little; only when the time channel opens will the power on the opposite side seep through. And York Bronte last night crawled out from that non-living, non-dead world in past time."

The dead Great Witch was surprised at such a reality:

"Are you sure? This tree hole, did it once reside in the edge of life and death in the past?"

"I am sure of my conclusion; I have contacted the edge of life and death before."

Flora Wen Si Lai Te immediately turned her head to look at him:

"Wait a minute, you don't mean to say that you were also in Mid-Hill Fort last autumn, right?"

Xia De raised an eyebrow:

"I mean there once appeared one in my house, on the third floor of my house."

"Is that so... Then is it okay?"

"It's already okay. Miss Jia Lin Na scrapped one of my space-movement relics and completely sealed that edge of life and death."

Or rather, that place had already turned into the 【Soul Cemetery】.

The witch stopped speaking. She was very curious about what kind of relic could seal the edge of life and death, and in that place Xia De called "home," what kind of stories, whether complex or simple, he and Miss Jia Lin Na had experienced.

The artist lady knew very well that it was these shared memories that created so-called "feelings." She on one hand longed to know the secrets within, and on the other hand felt sourness in her heart at a sentence he said casually.

And Xia De had already taken out the time key and jumped into the grave pit again. The key gestured on the coffin a few times before finding the position to insert—

【Outlander, you have opened a "twisted tree hole."】

【Hint from the Father of the Infinite Tree:】

【Using the normal time key to open the door will connect to the following time point: Sixth Era 1787 of the current world.】

【Note: Any life other than you using this channel will be cursed by time.】

【Note: You can enter past time for forty minutes through this abnormal channel and must return through this channel after the time ends.】

【Note: After using the key to open the door here twice, this channel will completely collapse.】

"As expected, it really is 1787. But why do these tree holes only have two uses left each time?"

Thinking this, he asked the witch standing on the ground who didn't know what she was thinking:

"We can go to the past now to take a look and know his secret before facing the Death Apostle head-on; or we don't use the tree hole, but set a trap here. If we can't beat York Bronte head-on, I will think of a way to send him back, and give him a 'surprise' when he crawls out from here again."

The witch pursed her lips:

"Then let's go to the past to take a look. If we don't figure out what happened, I'm worried there will be accidents when we fight. And the paradox bug isn't on York Bronte; this matter also involves another time traveler."

"No problem."

Xia De then reached out to her, and the lady with gray-black hair transformed into an owl, then was transformed into a toy by Xia De.

Since he planned to set off, Xia De did not delay, turning the key inserted in the coffin—

"May the World Tree protect me in infinite time."

Then he disappeared into the woods, and the coffin shook slightly, but immediately returned to calm.

(Little Mia is running...)

For Xia De, the surrounding world turned into gray and white in the instant the key turned, as if fading. The soil, trees, wild grass, sky, bones on the ground, and the mist filling the air all turned into monotonous colors.

The familiar "edge of life and death" was still suffocatingly silent, and the aura of death followed closely. Only, unlike last autumn, this time "She" didn't even remind Xia De that he couldn't stay here for a long time.

【This is not the Unknowable-level relic "Edge of Life and Death," just an ordinary boundary. And compared to last autumn, the girls beside you can also prove that your physical body is much stronger.】

"She" explained gently.

The surroundings were clearly no longer the woodland clearing in the east of Vista City, and in the present of 1787, even the concept of "Vista City" did not exist.

This edge of life and death corresponded to a private cemetery in the real world, and the pale and old tombstones and the small auditorium located in the middle of the cemetery looked like they had gone through a hundred years of wind and frost.

Of course, this was also the effect of the "edge of life and death." It was possible that this place was well maintained in the real world.

Xia De stood before a new grave in the cemetery, where the "tree hole" was buried. But after glancing at it and confirming that this was the Bronte family cemetery, he restored the owl doll.

"Have we arrived?"

The owl was held by Xia De and looked around. She was full of spirit when she said the first word, but was already shivering by the end. She was not unable to stay here, but this place made her very uncomfortable.

So she immediately restored to her human form, which became Xia De holding her waist. But before Xia De could release her, the witch transformed again. When pure white fur shone faintly in the mist, she determined that the posture of a unicorn was the most comfortable for activity here:

"I will keep this for now. Although the consumption is larger, at least it doesn't affect the battle for the time being. Other forms perceive the death here too keenly, and I am very uncomfortable."

Saying this, she looked around with interest; this was her first time contacting this kind of place.

But Xia De did not agree:

"In this form, even if the mist is so thick, as long as the enemy's perception is not completely ineffective, it is impossible not to notice the unicorn's holy power. Transform back into an owl and stand on my shoulder; if you don't mind, transform into a cat and shrink into my arms. I have taken Little Mia to similar boundaries before, and that is how it did it."

"You shouldn't take a pet cat to this kind of place~"

The witch said, then transformed into a cat and jumped onto Xia De's arm. Xia De stuffed her into his coat, and the witch only revealed a gray cat head to look out. Close to Xia De's body, the scorching temperature was indeed immediately felt by her.

Although this was not direct contact with the soul, for this cold world, this temperature was temporarily enough.

"Is this a cemetery? The Bronte family cemetery?"

The cat asked excitedly, and Xia De looked at the tombstones carefully this time:

"The real cemetery is in the real world; this is just the reflection projected by the edge of life and death. It seems that someone specifically transferred the coffin in. I don't believe that the edge of life and death can also copy a tree hole."

The tombstone in front belonged to a person named Jack Bronte. Only the name was written on the tombstone, and there was no other information. But whether it was Xia De or the witch, neither had heard this name. There was no such person in the Bronte family within four generations.

"This name might be a fake name; the name Jack is too common, just like Mary."

The witch said this, and Xia De was somewhat puzzled:

"Isn't the tradition of Creekwood Town to place coffins in graves? How come the Bronte family still has ground-level tombs?"

"I don't know this either; it might be a strange family tradition."

Then she watched Xia De dig open this grave. Lying inside was indeed the "tree hole" coffin. The two still needed to pass through this door to leave later. Xia De originally wanted to take it with him before setting off, but thought about it and gave up:

"We won't go far; we'll just take a look around."

"Are we not going to the real world?"

The witch asked curiously, and Xia De shook his head:

"It's not that I don't want to, but I have no way to go. I can't find the entrance and exit of the edge of life and death; only Sister De Fu Lin has such ability."

"I thought you were truly omnipotent."

Since the "edge of life and death" existed in the Bronte family cemetery in 1787, then theoretically it should also exist in 1854, only no one had heard of it. And the area of this edge of life and death was larger than Xia De imagined. Its scope covered not only the cemetery itself but also the surrounding woodland. With Xia De's perception, its area could already be considered a small town.

Countless undead wandered in the mist, but because of the "Blessing of Ten Thousand Souls," they did not intend to attack Xia De for the time being. The two decided to check the cemetery first, and the buildings standing in it were naturally the priority inspection objects.

The small auditorium was blocked by two heavy iron doors on the left and right. According to the number of graves on the ground, Xia De very much suspected that there was a passage in the auditorium leading to the underground tomb area.

The two doors were of course locked, but in front of the Key of Doors, this kind of lock had no meaning. Xia De bent down and pressed his left and right hands on the door panels, and after exerting a little force, the double doors of the auditorium were pushed open a crack.

Probably because of the environmental problem, the door panels had been deeply embedded in the soil on the ground, and the door hinges were also severely rusted, so there was a loud "creak~" sound when pushing, but because of the environment of the edge of life and death, this sound did not spread very far in the mist.

The dust-laden auditorium was opened again. The first thing that came into view was the desolate and dilapidated interior of the auditorium. Of the rows of seats, only a few remained intact at this moment, gray-green moss clung to the walls, and black liquid from unknown sources remained on the pitted ground. ===== CHAPTER 2638 =====