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Chapter 374 The False Lord of the Tomb Keepers

Although Herb Butler couldn't hear Xing Xing's words, he looked at the eyes of the two people opposite him and knew that the other party must be communicating in a way that he could not detect.

And looking at the intimate attitude between the two of them, he suddenly felt strong jealousy and resentment in his heart. He was jealous of the young man in front of him, he resented the young man in front of him... He wished he could replace him.

The resentment in his heart seemed to have been noticed by Mr. Cavell. The man's nose twitched slightly, as if he could smell the sour and bitter smell of jealousy, and he looked at him with an extremely cold look, as if he was Look at a piece of trash, a weed.

"Crack, click, click (noisy guy... Miss Mary, don't you mind if I punish you?)"

"Mr. Watson, please." Mary Morstan smiled and tapped her toes.

"Click (Thank you.)"

Immediately afterwards, Herb Butler saw Mr. Cavell stretching out his hand and flashing it in front of his eyes. His consciousness suddenly fell into a trance, and the world seemed to be spinning.

When he woke up again, the night sky was already blooming with the light of dawn.

The faint morning light fell on the local Shanxin Mountain. Some rays of the morning sun crossed over the mountain and flowed into the basin at the foot of the mountain, reflecting the dilapidated ruins of Persepolis.

Although only a few broken carved columns and dilapidated city walls remain, we can still get a glimpse of the grandeur and splendor before it was destroyed by Alexander. This was once the largest and most majestic closed stone palace in the world.

Herb Butler shook his slightly confused head.

He just woke up and felt that his body was very weak. The kidney that had been accidentally stabbed in his early years was aching again. He couldn't help but want to punch his belly twice, using direct and obvious impact pain to suppress the vague pain. Difficult pain.

A series of cardiovascular diseases caused by the loss of a kidney also came into force at this moment. Herb Butler felt that his heart was weak and weak, and there seemed to be a blood clot in his head. Dizziness and pain were like continuous waves. The wave is coming.

He couldn't help but want to vomit, and he crawled staggeringly from the car seat, struggling to stick his head out of the car window, wanting to vomit as fast as he could, and eject the food residues that were overwhelming in his stomach.

But no matter how hard he tried, there was no result. His stomach felt as heavy as three pounds of dirt.

When he was exhausted from struggling and dizzy, he raised his head with difficulty, and saw Shanxin Mountain, filled with the golden light of the morning sun, slowly walking down. Two figures who also seemed to be covered in golden light seemed to be walking on the golden mountain. The little golden figure is reflected in the remaining left eye.

The woman is charming and soft, and the man is strong and tough, just like a pair of beautiful people.

It took Herb Butler three full minutes to recall that these two distinguished guests had arrived the night before, Miss Sholto and Mr. Cavell.

He immediately recalled his professionalism as a hotel butler, patted the inner wall of the carriage to wake up the coachman who was also asleep with his head tilted, and ordered him to move the carriage slightly to greet the two distinguished guests who had finished viewing the scenery, especially not to let the two distinguished guests The guest saw a pool of smelly blood on the ground where he had just vomited.

Herb Butler slapped his cheeks hard, forcibly awakening a trace of healthy blood, and then forced out a well-trained professional smile.

"Good morning, Miss Sholto, Mr. Cavell!"

"Have you two finished browsing the scenery of Persepolis? Do you need me to explain the historical origin of this ruins to you... This Persepolis is actually also called 'Takht- Jamshid' means 'Jamshid's Throne'. Locals believe that this stone city was originally built by Jamshid, and the ancient Persian Empire was established on its old site - "

"Okay, no one wants to hear you chatting about historical documents here." Mr. Cavell immediately interrupted his subsequent words impatiently, opened the small door of the carriage and barged in, giving an order directly: "Take us back to Shiraz."

Herb Butler couldn't help but tremble slightly, but still maintained a smile and nodded repeatedly.

For some reason, when he faced Mr. Cavell, who seemed to have just grown up, he would always feel an indescribable fear in his heart, as if he had been in a dream with Mr. Cavell. Met.

It's just that in that nightmare, he was just an animal tied to the slaughterhouse and being slaughtered, while Mr. Cavell was the butcher with a sharp knife in his hand.

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Shiraz, the so-called city of nightingales and roses, the hometown of poets.

But even with these beautiful titles, they cannot conceal the poverty and backwardness of this city.

Women wrapped in dark headscarves and men with beards walked up and down the loess streets, but without exception, they all showed awe and fear towards the luxurious four-seater carriage speeding in the middle of the road.

The moment they saw the carriage entering the street, the local residents hurriedly moved to both sides of the road to make room so that the distinguished guests from Great Britain could drive on the road without restraint.

The place where Watson and Mary stayed was a manor that could not be called luxurious but could be called spacious and very exotic. Servants and gardeners stood in front of the door and waited tremblingly. Judging from the deep-set eye sockets, Apparently he had been waiting in front of the door all night long for the arrival of the distinguished guest.

The two of them just rested for a while, then declined the so-called finger food feast at that table and walked directly to the street.

Mary Morstan's blond appearance and blue eyes immediately attracted the gazes of many locals, whose gazes were mixed with awe, admiration, fear and unbearable evil desire.

Such a high-profile and conspicuous appearance is obviously not suitable for completing the secret work of investigating the secret master of the tomb guard.

So Watson and Mary turned into a deep alley that no one cared about. When they came out, they had completely changed their appearance, turning into the poor wife of a local man with a beard and a cloth scarf wrapped around his head.

According to the clues obtained from the tomb-keeper's cavalry, they should have followed the guidance of the throbbing drums and the hot breath to find the door that symbolized the residence of the tomb-keeper's secret master.

Neither of them possesses the fiery casting form, nor are they qualified candidates with the blood of the tomb-keepers. They are unable to feel the hot aura that guides the path.

However, Watson and Mary are both endless beings with telepaths, and both telepaths have grown to the fourth level, and the range of telepathic perception is as far as five hundred yards.

The two of them now work together and focus their telepathic perception in different directions. They can listen to all the heartbeats within a radius of seven hundred yards. Frail mortals, young mortals, old mortals, mortal mortals who are about to die... heartbeats highlighted in the two people's telepathic maps, but unfortunately they were all fragile hearts, completely It contains no power at all.

The two of them were not discouraged, but still walked arm in arm like an ordinary local couple on the street, measuring this decaying and dilapidated city with their pace.

At noon, with the sun high overhead, the search finally bore fruit.

"I found it." Watson stopped and looked at the yellow desert soil beyond the edge of the city.

In a high-walled manor six hundred and eighty yards away from their position, he heard a hot and brisk heartbeat. The beating rhythm of the heart was fast but light. Each contraction and expansion seemed to be pumping. The hot spring-like heat flow - that is an infantryman who is guarding the outside of the manor.

Mary immediately understood what Mr. Watson meant, and also converged the range of her mental perception, converging the 180-degree semicircle into a 30-degree fan shape, like a burst of thunder that cut through the night and dark clouds, shooting straight into the distance. manor.

The invisible thunder of the heart had already crossed the distance of 700 yards in an instant, directly erupting into a terrifying roar of thunder inside this hidden manor!

The new mausoleum guards inside the manor who had just learned the secret of Thunder suddenly felt a sharp pain in their hearts, and they couldn't help but let go of their defensive swords.

Some of the new tomb guards who were practicing fighting with their companions were unable to control the strength at hand, and threw the sword blade directly into the heart of their companion who was suffering from angina and unable to resist, and the eagerly beating heart was ejected. A large amount of blood splattered on the face of the new mausoleum guard who had killed his friend by mistake.

Before the alarm could sound, a dark mist that only existed in the imaginary world had shrouded the entire manor.

The new tomb guards, who were palpitating and heartbroken, screamed in panic. They were just newcomers who had just entered the hidden world. They had not even had time to complete the full training content of the tomb guard troops. They were just a group of recruits with weak spirits and weak bodies. .

Screaming, struggling, fear, despair...all kinds of negative emotions began to eat away at their remaining sanity and calmness as darkness gradually fell.

Everything visible in the field of vision seemed to be distorted, and the companion's face began to grow buds waiting to be bloomed, as if it were covered with colorful sarcoma. Just one look at it made people feel more creepy than ever before.

Not to mention that the densely packed buds with sarcoma on my face seemed to be vibrating slightly, and the gathered petals seemed to be blooming, causing the stamens like slender tongues to start dancing excitedly, and even licked my face. ah! ! !

The new tomb guard couldn't bear the horrifying scene in front of him. He suppressed his nausea and picked up the slippery and twisting sword-blade snake. With a sudden roar, he picked up the sword and slashed directly at his companion with a strange face. Cut off that disgusting and scary face!

The sword-blade snake twisting crazily in his hand became even more excited when he tasted the blood. A small mouth full of fangs suddenly opened at the sword guard, and a series of horrifying screams burst out!

This harsh and noisy laughter also spread to the minds of other new tomb guardians. They only felt extremely irritable and depressed in their hearts, and they had an unbearable urge to fight with bloodthirsty slaughter.

"Why the hell are you laughing?!" The angry new mausoleum guard drew his sword and slashed at the companion holding the Laughing Snake Blade. With just one blow, he cut off the opponent's arm holding the knife. Blood spurted out and sprinkled on the Laughing Snake Blade. The sword-blade snake was even more stimulated and made it laugh again and again.

"It's so noisy, it's so noisy!!!" The manic freshman tomb guard punched the laughing Blade Snake one after another, completely unaware that his fists were already in the madness of the Blade Snake. Wu Xia was torn apart until her bones were visible.

"Ah ah ah, I can't stand it anymore. You laugh so hard!!!" The newly broken tomb guard waved the blade randomly and cut off both of his ears. The world was finally clean. .

"Ahhhh - who is stabbing me in the back door!!!" A new mausoleum guard was suddenly stabbed in the back by a malicious companion.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! My heart hurts so much! It hurts so much that it feels like it's going to jump out!"

The ferocious-faced newborn tombkeeper's chest was already bulging high, and the muscles in his heart were bouncing and retracting. He could no longer bear the heart that seemed to have self-awareness, so he took it out resolutely. The training sword cut open the chest and took out the wildly beating heart. A small mouth full of fangs seemed to have grown out of the scarlet flesh, grinning sinisterly.

With a snap, Yinxiao's heart was thrown directly to the ground, and then a big foot fell from the sky and trampled it to pieces.

The heartbroken newborn tomb keeper, with a satisfied and peaceful smile, fell on top of his heart that had been rotten into pulp.

When the two visitors from Great Britain, who had torn away their disguises, slowly walked into this secret manor with blood all over the ground, only a group of half-dead newborn tomb-keepers were left in the blood on the ground. Their eyes were still covered with thick ink that could not be dissolved. In the darkness, the light of reason has been completely extinguished, and I can't even notice that the shadow of death is gradually spreading.

They couldn't even feel physical pain, rolling around in a pool of blood like children playing in mud.

"Hey, it's so fun, so fun, so fun~"

"Mud is fun! Blood is delicious! Minced meat is rotten~~~"

"Woohoo~ I already know the secret of blood and flesh. It turns out that the heart looks like this after being dissected... Hehe, I really should open more people's chests. I also want to see if other people's hearts are the same. He also has a nasty little mouth...I want to tear up that bad mouth that only keeps laughing weirdly!!!"

"Hee hee, butterfly, a beautiful butterfly with gorgeous wings~~~ Oh, oh, oh, ugly, thin and dark moth... Mom, I want to find my mother, wu wu wu~~~"

The butterfly and the ugly moth hand in hand waded through the steaming pool of blood and stepped into the sunny manor, just like flying slowly into the beautiful flower garden and flying into the bright flowers with flesh and blood.

But when they followed the loudest heartbeat and entered the hall deep in the manor, what they saw was a heart-shaped furnace made of sand that pumped out red iron slurry, not the mysterious man. The Lord of the Tomb Keepers.

This is just a casting furnace capable of simulating the rhythm of a powerful heartbeat.

The thumping, pulsating furnace of the heart seemed to be able to sense the arrival of the two men with malicious intentions, and suddenly began to beat extremely excitedly!

boom--

The pulsating heart-shaped furnace burst out with dazzling light and heat, and the violent heat completely engulfed the entire manor.

(End of this chapter)