Chapter 1586: Church (1) Chapter 1586: Church (1) The scratch marks were messy, each one about a centimeter wide and as deep as a finger joint. The originally thick and clean door was scratched beyond recognition, making a mess.
However, song qingxiao noticed something that was worth paying attention to. The doors of these churches were about three meters high, but the positions of the scratch marks were almost concentrated in the middle and lower parts of the doors.
The top of the door was still clean, without a single scratch.
“These marks seem to have been left behind by the sharp claws of some magical beast.”
The cultivator took a look and voiced his guess.
In addition to the door, the pillars next to it also had the same scratch marks. He leaned closer to look for a while, took a deep breath, and said with certainty, ”
“There's a dark aura remaining.”
At this point, he turned to look at the elf.
“Can you tell what kind of magical beast left behind these traces?”
Among the three of them, the elves not only had agile movements and strange magic skills, but they also had a powerful innate talent of being close to and communicating with nature.
The scratch marks here carried a dark aura. Perhaps with his talent, he could sniff out the origin of the creatures that left these marks.
The fairy didn't seem to have heard the cultivator's words. Her beautiful eyes were filled with grief as she looked at the corner of the door, and the sorrow in her eyes seemed to be overflowing.
The few of them followed his line of sight and saw a faint black shadow in the dark night.
Song qingxiao's vision was amazing, so the dark night didn't affect her much.
It was about the size of a fist, and it looked like a small Hanging Ornament made from some kind of hard fruit that had been air-dried and hollowed out.
There was a special hollow pattern carved on it with exquisite craftsmanship, and something seemed to be inside.
As a light breeze blew, the pendant was pushed by the wind. The things inside rolled gently, making a crisp 'ding ding ding' sound.
This sound should have been very pleasant to the ears, but when it came from the abandoned and dark church door, it was inexplicably strange and creepy.
that's a wind chime made from the shell of a flower. The mark on it is the mark of the sub-elves.
The elf's tone was heavy and sad. In fact, when he entered the village and saw the pumpkin magic lamp, he already had a bad feeling.
The houses built near the trees and the soft vine ladders made of intertwined tree vines were filled with the aura of the elves.
They loved nature, and most of them lived in the forest, close to nature.
Elves had pure personalities, and they were also a race favored by the God of creation. They had endless lifespans, but it was extremely difficult for them to reproduce.
This made the elves extremely close to each other, and almost all the races were more or less related to each other.
Therefore, when the team arrived at this uninhabited mountain village, the elf had a bad feeling when she saw the architectural style, but she did not say anything.
Now that he saw the wind chimes hanging at the entrance of the church and confirmed the identity of his race, his mood suddenly became extremely low.
maybe they've already evacuated … the cultivator looked at the disappointed young man with some pity and comforted him in a warm voice.
Fernando did not feel relieved by his words of comfort. Instead, he forced a smile and sighed.
The elven race was extremely United. If the demielves were living in this village, they would not abandon their people and run away after a terrible incident.
In this way, he could almost imagine the final outcome of the people in the village.
“What are you doing?”
Just as the monk was consoling the depressed elf, the swordsman's surprised voice jolted the two of them.
The cultivator raised his head and saw that the swordsman was a little angry.
The three Holy disciples were standing in a triangular formation, and song qingxiao was surrounded and protected by the three.
However, the fairy had left her original position when she found the token of her race, and the cultivator's attention had been attracted by the scratch marks. The word 'grade' was no longer in shape. In just a short while, song qingxiao had left her original position.
She stood in front of the half-closed door and seemed to be looking at the mark on the door.
The cultivator couldn't help but feel a headache. He hurriedly walked over to her and tried to persuade her.
Chapter end
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