Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 129 The Book of Death
as time flows.

Each family has its own affairs.

Lisa, a single mom, is packing her bags and trying to move out without fuss.

Bell took Casey to the bathroom to bathe the youngest four-year-old.

And Bridget stood at the window of her own room, clutching the cross that reassured her and looked up at the sky that suddenly roared and exploded with lightning.

Feeling the cool wind blowing in from the window, which was cooler than ever before, Bridget held the cross tightly. She felt that it was going to rain tonight.

However, at this point in time, what she didn't know was that the antique book that she thought she had thrown away was pulled out of the bed by Danny.

"How could such a good thing be thrown away!" Danny sat on the bed, put the heavy antique book on his knees, and saw a treasure in his eyes.

Antique books are very tactile, smooth to the touch like real silk, and the cover art on them also gives the book an ancient feel.

Feeling the pattern of the seal on it, Danny looked at the crossed fangs that seemed to be made of fine and sharp ivory, and reached out to grab the edge.

At the beginning, the book was difficult to open, no matter what method he used, he couldn't get rid of the cross-sealed fangs. Until today, he was accidentally stabbed by the fangs, and suddenly he was able to open it.

Recalling the weird paintings that he had just seen in the book, Danny couldn't help but open the book. He was very curious about what these seemingly absurd portraits meant.

As the cover was lifted, illustrations of massacres appeared on it. The text was incomprehensible, but the pictures on it were clear.

One with a ferocious face, like a devil holding a sharp knife in his right hand, was cutting towards the neck of the person he was holding with his left hand.

There were also a few people around a person lying on the ground, eating big pieces.

The woman with disheveled hair and empty eyes held a bloody head and sent it to her mouth.

Every illustration was lifelike and chilling. Danny couldn't stand it any longer. He closed the book, took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, moved away the heavy book, and pursed his lips while looking at the three records underneath.

The record is with the book, and only he knows the secret.

He still couldn't help his curiosity to find out. In his opinion, maybe these three records will explain this extremely weird book, what it is and the history in it.

Doing what he thought, Danny took the record and walked towards his turntable.

Uncovering the cloth bag, everything on the record was reflected in his eyes. Looking at the date recorded on it [November 1923, 11], Danny's eyes flashed an expression that really did.

"This book is sure to be a treasure."

Accompanied by talking to himself, Danny put down the first record marked on it...

It turned out that what came out of the speaker was just a self-introduction, but the words behind it also made Danny understand what the weird book was.

"..."

"Good afternoon, my fellow clergy, I am Father Marcus Littleton, librarian of St Patrick's Cathedral, and welcome to the City of Angels today."

"I invite you to come here, and I want you to witness that there is a unique cultural relic discovered by our overseas missionaries. This is its first public display."

"The Book of the Dead."

The first record came to an abrupt end, and Danny looked at the second record next to him. He still felt a little itchy and not enjoyable enough.

"continue!"

Danny pulled out the first record and put down the second and second.

Just then, there was a huge thunder outside.

boom! ! !
Danny was startled, and looked at the front window. The heavy rain was pouring in the dark night, and it hit his window with a patter.

"It's raining."

Not knowing what Danny was doing, Bridget stared at the crackling, rain-flowing windows, touched her bruised and swollen wound, and sighed.

boom!
At the same time, Lisa, a single mother who was packing her luggage, paused and watched as the suitcase continued to be stuffed in.

"Hey, don't be scared, baby."

In the bathroom, Bell, who was pregnant but abandoned by her boyfriend, was hugging Casey, who was trembling from the thunder, and said softly.

"I'm still here..."

boom!
The thunder continued to explode, and the lightning outside the window was like a snake, and it kept shuttling through the night, adding a touch of terror invisible, and Danny cursed secretly in his heart.

"Chet!"

However, even so, Danny pressed the play button on the machine when the thunder exploded, and the speaker continued to emit sound.

"According to the tests I have done so far, the border of the Book of the Dead is made of pickled human flesh, and the text and illustrations inside are written and drawn with human blood.

This must be heresy! "

"But the book contains sacred mysteries, and I seek permission from the Church to translate it."

"It's a pity that I was rejected by the bishops of the church and rejected the request, so I began to secretly translate a large number of words and symbols in the Book of the Dead."

"..."

"The book contains various ancient rituals and spells. Judging from the translated text, it is said that reciting these spells will allow humans to get in touch with supernatural forces outside the world.
Now I will translate the first incantation of the spiritual resurrection in the form of an audio recording..."

Suddenly, there was a click from the speaker, and an incomprehensible but chilling voice came directly from it.

[Spell...]
The sound was so weird that it didn't sound like a human being could make. Danny felt goosebumps all over his body layer after layer.

He was keenly aware that something was wrong, and quickly pressed the stop button, but the speakers continued to play non-stop.

Clap clap!The sound of rapidly turning pages of a book suddenly sounded.

Danny seemed to have sensed it, turned his head stiffly, and looked at the side of the bed. The book known as the Book of the Dead was turning the pages quickly, and finally stopped at an evil smile with a tilted head and a sharp knife in his hand, which seemed to be resurrected. illustration of woman.

Danny opened his eyes slightly...

boom!Thunder burst!

Under the heavy rain, a personal plane was facing the night, braving the heavy rain and parked at Kennedy International Airport in a low-key manner.

"Father Yorks, a car has been allocated for you outside."

A staff member in a black suit looked at the priest who was stretched and got up, and respectfully spoke to the priest who was half a head taller than him.

"The driver will take care of getting you where you want to go."

"Ah."

Starting in the morning, Yorks, who had been sitting for almost eleven hours, nodded in response and looked to the side.

Irene, who is thin and thin, is struggling to take off the backpack that she wants to put on it.

The entire four backpacks are filled with revolver grenade guns or bullet boxes, which is indeed a bit too much for Irene's body.

"Let me do it."

Hearing the sound, Irene stopped subconsciously, and watched the priest just stretch out his hand, and then easily took off all the backpacks on it.

She can carry four backpacks with only one hand. This kind of casual ease made her stare at Yorks for a while.

Yorks smiled indifferently, picked up all four backpacks with two backpacks in one hand, and walked towards the staff who had given up in front.

"Come on, Erin."

Irene regained consciousness in an instant, and hurriedly followed the priest with a broad back.

(End of this chapter)