In the middle of the hall on the 20th floor.
The soft light filtered by the window screen falls on the "Séance", illuminating the exquisite five-pointed star array and mysterious runes, which makes people admire it attentively.
Dean stretched out his hand and touched it. He felt that he was stroking a piece of smooth, delicate skin with residual warmth. He could faintly feel the blood flowing underneath and the magic power accumulated in the blood.
"It took my team three months to build this special treasure. It is specially designed to summon cursers from hell. It has only been used once since its birth." Frankie in the wheelchair looked at the "Séance" with obsession, " It’s a pity it failed.”
"You will witness success next." Dean turned his head and looked at the open space around the round table. Four waist-high blue plastic buckets were formed in a circle, with red liquid rippling in the buckets.
It was all blood, adding up to more than two hundred kilograms.
The research information left by William shows that at the end of the ceremony, reshaping the body of a curse requires fifty to one hundred kilograms of blood, which must also contain the blood of love and relatives.
But this time, Adam couldn't wait to be summoned separately. He wanted to summon his father William and mother Aurora at the same time, call them out of Leviathan Hell, and reshape their bodies.
Two hundred kilograms of blood is enough.
But for French, the richest man in Columbus, this is just a matter of words.
"I have an unbreakable blood and kinship relationship with them." Adam glanced at Dean, Otis, and Frankie one by one, turned to the box next to the séance, and took out a dagger from it, "In my life, There's never been a day where I've been more desperate to see them than I am today, so I'm going to make it happen."
Under self-hypnosis, Adam took a deep breath, grabbed a dagger and cut open his left wrist. The fish-mouth-like wound was immersed in four plastic buckets in turn.
Blood mixed in.
Otis turned a stirring rod and stirred a bucket.
Dean used his mind to control the movement of the remaining three stirring rods.
Frankie's eyes widened, he slowed down his breathing with excitement and anxiety, and listened quietly to feel the changes in the hall.
The liquid in the barrel created circles of scarlet whirlpools and made a gurgling sound, seeming to urge Adam to take action.
Adam resisted the bloodthirsty desire to bury his head in the bucket and drink, and dragged the plastic bucket to the séance.
"William White, Aurora White."
Adam squatted down and recited, using a blood-stained finger to trace the blood stain counterclockwise along the outermost circle of the pentagram array.
"Those who were forcibly brought to hell, you have left a bond in the world. Your connection with me has not been severed. I am here to pave a way for you to be reborn."
His bloody fingers quickly traced the first corner of the pentagram, representing the left hand.
"Hell is only endless loneliness and pain, which is not worth lingering on."
Blood outlines the second corner, representing the right hand.
"There is fire and light in the world, and I stand in a warm tower to illuminate you."
The third corner represents the left foot.
"Come on, follow my voice and climb up."
The fourth corner represents the right foot.
"William!"
"Aurora!"
The fifth horn represents the head. Adam’s voice becomes louder and louder,
"Look up, the light is overhead!"
Adam endured the stinging pain and pressed the wound on his wrist to the central area of the pentagram. The blood dyed the entire séance red.
At this time, he recited the incantation——
"I'm here to help you return to the world!"
"return!"
"Hell is not fire, but winter!"
Bang!
He violently overturned four plastic buckets.
Blood flooded the entire séance, and blood waves washed along the surroundings, staining the nearby floor and the uppers of Dean's four people with blood red.
There was a strong wind in place.
The curtains fluttered against the windows.
The lights on the ceiling flickered on and off.
The white hair on Frankie's forehead covered the corners of his eyes.
Otis's eyes bulged with excitement and were bloodshot.
In front of Dean, from the perspective of "skills", in the dense and stable grid-like space nodes in the entire hall, the one above the seance began to flicker unsteadily.
Tear--
The nodes opened automatically, revealing a bloody miniature scene - flying and rotating steel nails, saw blades, scalpels, iron hooks, pieces of muscles and internal organs exposed to the air, and exposed bones being twisted and crushed.
The cracks in the nodes blew out bone-shattering chills, nauseating blood, as well as wails and screams.
Then, a translucent human hand stretched out from the node,
A humanoid figure with a vague face and a pale red body got out of the gap and sat on the "hotbed" of the seance.
Everyone's eyelids jumped.
The blood on and around the table was instantly attracted by an invisible force and transformed into strips of earthworms, crawling up the human figure's feet and transported to the left chest of the body.
In the blink of an eye, a large amount of blood condensed into a heart.
Thump thump thump.
His heart beat twice, and pale ribs protruded from the left and right sides, gradually condensing down to form the entire rib cage.
Then there are the cervical spine, lumbar spine, and skull.
This strange scene made several people around me fascinated, and they didn't dare to breathe.
In just five seconds, less than half of the blood on the ground disappeared. A thin layer of muscles grew on the pale skeleton, supporting him to stand up from the séance and move his limbs, like a mummy just crawling out of the grave. .
The blood clung to the white bones and plumped up the muscles, creating white and smooth skin, brown hair, blue eyes, and a light beard.
Ten seconds.
Half of the blood on the ground disappeared.
A handsome face with facial features similar to Adam's, but his eyes were numb from torture, filled with vicissitudes of life and grief, completely filled the skeleton.
William White blinked his eyes, took a deep breath of human air, and looked at his brand new body. His expression was mixed with joy and sorrow for a moment, extremely complicated.
"I survived?"
Four pairs of eyes were staring at the reborn person.
Frankie in the wheelchair looked at the strong and energetic muscles with a smile on his lips, as if he saw a brand new himself.
Otis, on the other hand, rubbed his hands together, enjoying the great sense of accomplishment of assisting in the seance summoning.
Dean looked at William with life perspective. He radiated the same red light of life as the hell monks, and the intensity was about level 2. This showed that the cursers were far weaker than the orthodox hell monks.
Witnessing the entire process of his reincarnation from death, the progress of the event has reached 100%.
Adam knelt down in front of the séance table and looked up at the man, speechless with excitement.
William lowered his head and glanced at the faces around him, and finally returned to the face that was so thin that he was almost unrecognizable.
"Adam, why are you so thin?"
"that's not important."
"So you pulled me back?"
Adam stood up excitedly and hugged William tightly, tears welling up uncontrollably in his eyes, "Otherwise? Let me watch you suffer torture in hell!"
"After hearing your words, I have no regrets in dying." A trace of relief flashed in William's eyes, and he patted his son on the back, with a bitter smile on his lips, "But you saved me from torture, and you also destroyed me." my plan."
"What plan? What happened at that time, why did you enter hell? Did the séance fail?"
"No, I succeeded." William shook his head sadly, "I summoned Aurora, but she had lost her memory under the transformation of Leviathan and took me into hell as a stowaway."
Adam was about to ask.
Dean, who was watching the show next to him, suddenly had a look in his eyes, and a slight sense of disharmony arose spontaneously. He instantly used his telekinesis to roll up the father and son and move them to a corner away from the séance.
The next second, a red left hand stretched out from the opened node above the table. The fingers were slender and delicate, but without skin and nails. The tendons and phalanges were bloody and exposed in the air, opening and closing horribly, as if to Grab something.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the second humanoid creature descended from the node into the blood-stained hall.
She was wearing a black leather coat that covered her beautiful figure. Only her hands and face were exposed, and the skin on both hands was peeled off by torture.
Like most hell monks, her beautiful face was missing her eyebrows and hair, leaving her bare head exposed, and her skin and lips were as gray as a dead person.
Two black iron rings passed through the corners of the mouth and were tightly connected to the collarbone, forming two pieces of skin spread out like flags.
And his brown eyes swept across the four people in the hall coldly,
"Who called me?"
This voice is clear, crisp and gentle, but it carries a permeating coldness that goes straight into the cracks of people's bones.
Adam, who had just been reunited with his father, swallowed uneasily. A familiar feeling from the depths of his soul surged in his heart, and he couldn't help blurting out,
"Are you Aurora?"
This pale face was exactly the same as the face of his mother that he had seen in photos when he was a child.
But how could such a gentle and amiable mother become so cold and strange?
And William's heart hurt as if it was about to burst. Extreme regret shot out from his red eyes. He stretched out his right hand towards the woman from a distance, as if he wanted to hold her hand.
"Aurora, I am William, he is Adam, our child, look at him carefully, can't you remember?"
child?
The tense face of the female Hell Monk relaxed a bit, her cold eyes became distracted and wavered for a moment, and then she shook her head.
"I don't know Aurora, William, or Adam. My name is Blood Hand. The great Lord of Hell peeled off the skin of my hands as a warning because of my past crime of stealing the power of hell."
She clasped her bloody hands on her chest and slowly took a step towards the four of them. The tweezers, pliers, stabbing knives and other torture instruments around her waist were clanging.
"And you, William, a prisoner of hell, the sentence Leviathan gave you is far from over. You must go back with me and suffer."
"The violative summoners among you must also join this journey across the world."
Swish——
Her eyes glanced at Dean with a Mexican poker face in the distance, the bald professor Otis with fanatical and intoxicated eyes, and the anxious and fearful Frankie who was seriously ill. She seemed to feel that these three quietly watching The scum has no emotional value at all. He turned his eyes directly to Adam, breathed hard through his nose, and took off a tweezer from his waist, "Young man, it's you, sad, shocked, confused... What wonderful desires and emotions, you It will definitely bring us supreme enjoyment.”
She smiled softly and issued a sweet invitation,
"Before we return to hell, let's celebrate."
"I take care of you like a child and give you happiness."
"Of course, pure joy from hell, ten times a hundred times."
Without waiting for Adam to agree, she suddenly clamped her fingertips with tweezers and pressed and pulled.
Click!
Adam screamed, his left index finger was broken back to reveal the white bones, and the nail was pulled out along with a piece of flesh at the same time.
The pain of body tearing amplified dozens of times, causing him to foam at the mouth and almost faint.
The monk used a scalpel to cut open the palm of Adam's palm again with lightning speed. Then the skin and flesh of Adam's palm were opened to expose the white bones, and the wailing sound became even louder.
"stop!"
Seeing that the child was injured, William shouted, turned into a gust of wind, and rushed towards the monk at a speed far exceeding the limit of ordinary people.
Wanting to stop her teleportation.
But the female monk just raised her hand lightly, like swatting away a fly, swatting William from a distance to the glass windows around the hall, causing tiny particles to appear on the tempered glass.
He spat out a mouthful of visceral fragments when he landed on the ground.
"Are you so eager to join the feast? Then come together," the female monk opened her hands and grinned from the corners of her mouth to her ears. The iron ring raised a layer of skin on her collarbone, like open fish fins opening and closing in the air. She moved her hands around the hall,
Jingle Bell…
There was a violent sound of metal collision and the sound of sharp objects breaking through the air from the ceiling.
Hundreds of chains with sharp iron hooks at the top were smashed on the four people's heads. The black mass was like a group of pythons falling from the sky, showing off their gleaming fangs, trying to tear the people into pieces.
When the chain is struck, a large black light radiates that shakes people's hearts.
Otis and Frankie opened their mouths blankly as soon as they were illuminated by the light. The painful memories that had been stored in their minds for a long time came back to their minds, making them tremble all over.
William recalled the biggest mistake of his life and knelt down on the ground to atone for his sins while sobbing guiltily like an ascetic.
Adam watched this scene in despair. Before the iron hook reached his body, the cold air and the strong smell of rust made him feel an indescribable sting.
Flesh, flesh and soul are shattered and trembling under these light hooks...
At the same time, his pupils reflected the afterimage of the past - the time when he and his girlfriend were tortured by the Hells Angels to a point where they were worse than death.
Humiliation and anger made his eyes wet and he couldn't breathe.
Is this the end, the family reunited in death?
…
But he didn't feel the expected pain and suffering.
A strong wind blew across his face, and a dazzling white-gold energy cyclone passed over his head, melting the whistling iron hooks in the sky, and then hit the glass wall on the east side of the hall with great force. With a crackling sound, Flying towards the sunset in the sky.
Glittering glass shards poured down from the window frame, and the entire wall just disappeared out of thin air.
The warm morning light dispelled the gloom in everyone's hearts, and the embers of the past disappeared with the wind.
Not far away, Hell Monk Aurora slowly walked towards them and fell straight to the ground, like a beast with its limbs bound by invisible chains or a mummy nailed in a sarcophagus.
Her eyes widened, looking in vain at the Mexican in front of her who she had ignored from the beginning.
It was the first time since she became a monk from hell that she felt fear in this man, and there was a faint smell that made her hate him.
The movement was too fast to be seen, and he pressed one hand on her neck, like grabbing the seven-inch vital part of a snake, making her unable to move at all.
"Creating illusions, manipulating hell's instruments of torture, and amplifying human senses...are these all the methods of Hell's monks?" Dean shook his head at Aurora, "It's too weak. You'd better reunite with your family honestly. Professor William, come here. "
William White, who was named, had not yet reacted to the sudden change and was stunned in place.
"Don't waste time, come here, I'll help Aurora recall the past!"
"Mr. Kenny is trustworthy!"
Adam shouted.
William then supported his son and walked to Dean.
Dean continued, "Try to think about the good life you and Aurora had in the past."
William nodded, and Adam and Adam held one of Aurora's bloody and cold hands.
He gazed tenderly at her unfamiliar face, and recounted the sweet times they had together in the past.
"Remember how we first met? We bumped into each other outside the library gate of Ohio University. The books fell to the ground, and my heart dropped..."
And Dean took the opportunity to reach out and dip a little blood on William's forehead, and activated licking memory.
Then he looked into Aurora's cold eyes and activated the "Illusion Abyss" skill.
Walking hand in hand under the maple trees on campus...
Caressing my wife's swollen pregnant belly, listening to the child's naughty sounds...
Let’s discuss our son’s name together…
The beautiful pictures Dean read from the blood were all turned into vivid illusions and poured into the mind of Hell Friar Aurora.
Awakening her memories buried by Leviathan.
The woman's originally cold face melted, and the mean and cruel sneer at the corner of her mouth turned into a warm smile unconsciously.
She turned her head away, her eyes quietly becoming moist, and a few tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing this, Dean slowly released the telekinesis that restricted her voice.
"William, I remembered it all..."
"Adam, my boy, you have grown so big."
The woman's eyes were as gentle as water as she glanced at her husband and son who were surrounding her. They looked at each other in surprise and held her hands tightly.
A family of three gathered together.
"Aurora, great! You finally recovered!"
"Twenty years, do you know how I have lived?"
The woman looked at her two closest relatives and softly recounted her experience.
"After entering hell, my humble and fragile body was torn apart and disintegrated by countless unnamed instruments of torture. I still remained awake, staring at my mutilated body while wailing silently."
"I have been waiting for you and calling you to save me."
These words broke the warm atmosphere at the beginning.
The smile on William's face was stiff, he took a deep breath and lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I betrayed your trust. It was my incompetence that allowed you to suffer in hell for twenty years."
"You have experienced that kind of torture for more than ten days. You should know how terrible it is," the female monk stared at her former husband and said with tears in her eyes. "So I quickly collapsed and hatred grew in my heart. I began to hate you for being unhappy. Come and save me, and leave me to hell to suffer alone.”
"I was wrong," William said in a more guilty tone, "I'm sorry for you."
"No, Aurora, it's not William's fault." Adam began to feel that something was wrong and defended his father, "He has been feeling guilty for so many years and spent almost all his time saving you. He even wanted to save you while sleeping, and even forgot My son."
"Although he is alive, the pain he endures is no less than hell!"
"My child, I understand, listen to what I have to say," the woman changed the subject, revealing a beautiful and evil smile, and the blood ring at the corner of her mouth jingled, "But at the end of the long torture, when I was twisted by the lord of hell, After officially transforming into a monk with Leviathan, the God of Desire, William, I began to be grateful to you."
Dean's head tightened and he remembered the name of this god.
"Thank you for allowing me to experience such ultimate pleasure."
"What was once torture has turned into a supreme pleasure that transcends the boundaries of soul and body. It surpasses everything I have experienced in this world... The tenderness between husband and wife and the joy of family reunion are just a blur in front of this pleasure. A speck of dust.”
The woman's eyes were blurred, and her pale cheeks were stained with a sickly red color.
On the contrary, the two father and son looked miserable.
What kind of devilish statement is this?
Otis and Frankie, who were close to the glass wall not far away, seemed to have heard some extremely dirty words, and they held their chests and retched.
"For a long time, I helped Leviathan collect pain, and I also learned to 'please' myself."
"I can't remember how many times I've been intoxicated by the sounds of those instruments of torture. But there's always a feeling of regret in my heart, like a missing piece of a puzzle that can't be filled. It's never been able to allow this joy to penetrate me more thoroughly and completely. I, transform me.”
She looked at the two family members with her eyes and said movedly,
"I now know what was missing - how could I enjoy God's blessings alone? I lacked a family to share the joy with."
"William, Adam, join me! I will take you to listen to the sound of blood splattering and broken flesh, and together we will flow through this sea of blood and crying mountains, and enjoy the wonderful scenes of hell."
"Come on, my favorite people, accept the transformation together," Aurora's originally clear eyes turned blood red, and her bewitching voice echoed in the hall, "From today on, we are no longer Aurora, William, Adam, humble and frail mortal, we are desire and pain.”
(End of chapter)
