"Click"
Back on the third floor, Kane had just locked the wooden door, and then,
The body slid down the smooth and strong door panel onto the wooden floor like a soft noodle.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Looking at the blood on the back of his hand, Kane felt as if his heart was being grasped by a huge hand in great pain.
This situation happened once half a month ago. I thought that it would get better after a period of self-cultivation, but I didn't expect that the sudden pain came again. If Kelly saw this state of mine, she would definitely make that kind little girl angry. It's uncomfortable. Instead of having someone who cares about you feel sad, it's better to go back to your room and get through it on your own.
"There is absolutely no heart disease in this body. What the hell is wrong with me?"
Panting heavily and unable to do anything, Kane rolled over and lay on the bed, gritting his teeth and constantly strengthening his subconscious desire to survive.
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die..."
His consciousness gradually blurred, and in a daze, Kane seemed to see a shadow hovering next to him.
This shadow longs to take away his soul.
…
On the outskirts of Celephes, in the basement of a single-family villa surrounded by gardens, a match burned without warning, and the darkness suddenly dissipated.
The short man with an inverted cross of thorns carved on his bald head sat cross-legged on the ground and lit the candles one after another.
On top of the strange pattern carved by the ashes of the beast, separated at both ends, two candles, one black and one red, are located in it, burning slowly in the flickering light of the fire.
There is also a pure black opaque wide-mouth gourd bottle placed around the candle, and the black bottle cap is placed next to the bottle.
The blood stone refined from living people flashed a dull dark red from time to time in the interlaced firelight of the two candles. Sensing that the right time had come, the man grabbed a handful of ancient tomb soil and sprinkled it into the jar, capped it. After passing the soil of the church courtyard that was paved in advance on the lower floor,
Immediately afterwards, the man took out the nightshade incense powder that he had prepared and carefully sprinkled it on the photo in his palm.
As the powder increased, the handsome black-haired boy in the photo became a little blurry.
A low and rhythmic voice sounded from the basement.
"I call upon the creatures of the night, I call upon the night, and invade Kane's home with your power.
In the name of the power found in Heaven rising to the home of Kane and tormenting his soul, life and joy, I command it to be done. "
After the chant, the man lit the photo with the flame of a black candle,
Strangely, the photos that were supposed to burn up quickly turned into small black particles in the slowly moving line of fire, and were controlled by the man to fall into a black wide-mouth bottle.
After a second of calm, a high-pitched chant came from the man's mouth.
"You are no longer at peace! From now on, the creatures of the night will fill Kane's soul!
Beast that patrols the shadows, your peace and your joy rise from the lower realms, from the endless cave, bring your wrath to Cain! "
Throwing the half-burned photo directly into the bottle, the man's voice became calmer:
"Use your power to attack Kane and harvest his soul and life."
In an instant, only half of the black candle left burned quickly. Without hesitation, the man threw the blood stone he had prepared into the black bottle, and then quickly capped the bottle.
After the bottle cap closed the black bottle, the red candle that was originally burning at a normal speed also suddenly accelerated. The tears falling down were as sad as a tortured soul. In just three seconds, the red candle had only three points left. one.
However, the black candle burned faster than the man expected. Before the red candle could finish burning, the boiling black candle had already burned out.
The moment the black candle goes out, the red candle resumes its normal burning rate.
The man looked at the remaining quarter of the red candle and sighed deeply.
"Haha, you failed again, three times, right?
Nantes, I really doubt that you were sleepwalking when you passed the path of truth. You couldn't even curse an ordinary kid who didn't take the path of truth to death. "
The chandelier in the basement suddenly lit up, and a kind-faced old man in a suit who was already in his seventies sat gracefully on a chair, mercilessly mocking the bald dwarf who had his back turned to him. A white bone bracelet engraved with strange symbols dangled on his wrist. To and fro.
"Herit, you think you are powerful, so why don't you go? When that old guy Herrag came out to find me, three ghouls were enough to massacre the Requiem Church, right?"
Already a little irritated by the many failures, Nante cursed mercilessly.
"You only talk useless nonsense all day long, Herrit. If you can shut up your stinky mouth, maybe I can let you and your stinky dogs stay for a few more days."
Hearing what Nante said, Herritt clapped his hands indifferently.
"What a stinky dog? You're wrong.
Shirley, come in and show this useless forty-five-year-old virgin your new look. "
The closed basement was suddenly pushed open, and a hot blonde beauty walked into the basement naked, knelt down on the ground in a charming manner, held up the old man's smooth leather shoes with a pious expression and stuck out her tongue, as if Savoring the supreme deliciousness.
"This skin was chosen by Shirley herself. How about it? You have a good sense, right? If you are interested, I wouldn't mind letting Shirley help you grow up."
He stood up and cleaned up the mess of the curse ceremony. He casually glanced at the blonde beauty and stopped looking at her, but he still showed no mercy on his lips.
"Huh! No matter how good the skin is, it can't change the nature of a stinking dead dog inside. Herrit, you are as disgusting as your ghoul! I will not be with such a ghost... Huh!"
"If this can help you get over the shadow of three failures, I don't mind if you scold me... That's enough, you can get out."
After kicking Shirley away out of boredom and letting Shirley crawl out of the basement on all fours like a dog, Herrit walked up to Nante and patted Nante on the shoulder.
"Man, I know you're upset, but you have to admit it when you fail. It's no big deal. Our ultimate goal is just to take revenge on Herage and let the old ghost die. Killing his grandson is just one of them. It’s just a way.”
Hearing what Herrit said, Nantes felt a little better, but he was still a little angry and confused.
"What a hell, I obviously succeeded the first time, but that kid Kane is indeed not dead. To be honest, I have never seen anything like this since I embarked on the path of Cursed Warlock.
What's even more strange is that the second and third times were completely different from the first time. Kane seemed to be a different person. My evil death curse couldn't kill that brat in one go. This was not normal at all. "
“There’s always a chance, and we might as well think differently.”
"What?"
Herrit smiled kindly.
"My little cutie told me that the old guy is here."
"It's already noon and you haven't come out yet?"
"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong... Kane? Kane, please open the door?"
"Why no response?"
"Kane? Are you okay? No, something must have happened to Kane. Uncle Fern, just knock on the door!"
"Kelly, this door..."
"Brother Kane told me that he wanted to drink milk this morning... Could it be that he died again?"
"Pah! What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you like your father? Get downstairs! I'll deal with you later!"
"Uh wow wow..."
"Uncle Fern, you're so strong, I'm sure this won't be a problem for you."
"Okay, then I'll be hit..."
"Bang! Bang! This door is so hard."
"Use all your energy tonight! If I can't drive you away, don't get into my bed again!"
"Ahhhhh!! Bang!"
"So much blood!"
"Kane! Kane! Why are you crying? Wuwu..."
The dark world ushered in a sad rain, and a ray of dawn broke through the silent night.
"I can't die..."
Opening his eyes in confusion, Kane's blurred vision gradually became clearer.
In front of him was a pretty, crying face. Kane subconsciously caressed it gently, just like comforting the crying girl in his arms in his previous life.
"Sister Kelly, I'm fine, don't cry like a kitten...Aunt Jessica, Uncle Fern..."
Kelly smiled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, holding the comforting right hand with both hands, feeling a little reassured.
The handsome middle-aged man with curly brown hair, wearing a peaked cap, frowned worriedly.
"Kane, are you sick again?"
Before Kane could respond to Fern, Jessica who was standing aside slapped Fern on his peaked cap. The plump body under the thin lavender skirt trembled, making Kane feel a little shaken. faint.
"Can you speak? Stand aside!"
Seeing Uncle Fern standing at attention against the wall with a grimace on his face like a primary school boy, Kane finally understood why his brother Fries liked to stand against the wall every time after being beaten.
It belongs to the same line.
After getting rid of her husband, Jessica's fierce face instantly softened. It was obvious that twenty years ago she was also a beautiful woman who was so charming that she wouldn't pay for her life. She just didn't know what Aunt Jessica was interested in besides that face. Uncle Fern.
"Kane, just wake up. Tell Auntie what you want to eat and Auntie will cook it for you."
For the moment, he couldn't remember what 'Kane' liked to eat, so Kane could only tentatively speak.
"Just do what you are best at, Auntie."
"Good boy! You have more courage than me!"
Vern, who was standing against the wall, gave Kane a thumbs up, which made Kane a little confused.
"Okay! Just say a few words less... Then Kane, you can have a good rest, and Kelly, you can take care of your brother here."
"Okay Aunt Jessica."
Pulling Fern out of the room furiously, Jessica took the car keys and left the church, deciding to go to the seafood market to prepare the ingredients herself.
Fern and Sero placed the body in the basement.
Kane and Kelly were the only ones left in the room. Looking at the dried blood on the corner of Kane's mouth, Kelly smiled with difficulty, stood up and walked out.
"I'm going to prepare a hot towel. Kane, you have to lie down and wait for me to come back. Do you understand?"
Looking at the church's unique brown wooden cross-patterned ceiling, Kane smiled to himself and slowly closed his eyes.
"Compared to this, a house is nothing..."
…
In the dark and cramped basement, the head of a ferocious ghoul rolled aside, and streams of green corrosive poisonous gas emitted from the headless corpse.
The human's broken arm was still gurgling with blood, but bright red blood flowers bloomed on the expensive murals of the Church of Order, rendering a romantic blood color to the white and holy sky in the murals.
The cold light of the silver moon flashed by, and the double-edged cross-slotted rapier popped out of the silver cane was like an elf flying under the moon, taking away a puff of fishy green and highly corrosive blood.
The moment he drove the ghoul away, Herage's cold and strong expression did not change at all, but his left hand pointed at the short bald man with a frightened face with an afterimage.
"Heretical trial, accusation, curse to kill others, verdict, execution on the spot."
"Bypass me! Please, Lord Inquisitor! Bypass me! That old fellow Herrit coerced me! He ran away! I can help you find him!"
"Demon-breaking protection, penetration."
"I know where he is hiding! I kowtow to you! I'm still a virgin!"
Ignoring the bald cursed warlock who begged for mercy, Herage, wearing a black priest robe, was like a piece of eternal ice.
The grilled blue revolver [Azure Snow Frost] engraved with exquisite snowflake gun patterns on his right hand emits a dazzling white light. When the trigger is pulled, the bright silver magic-breaking bullet explodes the head of the ghoul blocking the gun line, and then penetrates the head of the ghoul located in the gun line. Nantes chest with a look of fear after the ghoul.
The ghoul hit by the magic-breaking bullet began to spontaneously combust in frost-blue flames, also igniting the entire basement.
Picking up the enchanted bag from Nante's waist, Herage, who was in the flames, once again raised the enchanted revolver in front of Nante's fearful face.
"boom!"
The head exploded, staining the old man's priest's robe.
"Let you bully my grandson..."
…
A taxi pulled up at the Lister Street townhouse complex in the city of Celephis as a fire broke out in the suburban single-family house.
A beautiful blond woman supported an old man in a luxurious suit and walked out of the taxi slowly. The trembling old man took out his wallet and paid 60 soles. The driver reluctantly took one last look at the blond beauty before stepping on the accelerator. , the taxi left quickly.
The two soon arrived at Lister No. 141, opened the iron gate of the outer courtyard with the key, and an old man and a young man walked into the villa in the eyes of everyone gossiping.
The hostess of the adjacent villa No. 140 glanced at her strange neighbor in confusion and closed the curtains of the bedroom.
As soon as the door of the villa closed, the blond beauty who had been standing and walking immediately fell to the ground and used her limbs to support her body and carry the old man on her back.
Putting all his weight on the woman, the old man spoke weakly.
"Shirley, take me to the blood pool."
The woman carried the old man to the basement without saying a word. After the old man got off his body and walked into the circular bath, the woman stood up and walked to the side room of the basement.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by the stench of excrement.
When the lights were turned on, the sound of chains clanking could be heard, and the side room that looked like a livestock pen suddenly let out bursts of whining sounds.
The corners of the beautiful woman's lips curved into a charming smile.
A dozen humans, whose hands and feet were chained by the iron chains in the cubicle and whose mouths were stuffed with straw gags, let out whimpering sounds of despair and fear, like animals in a pen waiting for a butcher's knife. (End of chapter)
