Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 350

Using a shovel with a sawn-off handle, he dug out a piece of moist soil and put it into a basket. Rafter Pound wiped the sweat from his face and continued to repeat the previous action mechanically.

He has been digging for more than half a month, and according to his own calculations, it will take at least three months to dig from this abandoned church to the bottom of his original home!
But he is patient, and there is a strange force in his heart that drives him. This must be the family's sense of mission, not Pound, but Tudor!

As he was thinking wildly, he kept moving his hands, and handfuls of soil gradually filled the basket. He was about to go back the way he came to dump them, when his vision suddenly went dark, and then the lights came on, and the narrow tunnel turned into an extremely wide one. Underground palace.

Did I dig through it?How can it be?

Rafter's expression became excited after being stunned for a moment. He scratched his hands like a cramp and found a black iron coat of arms with a hand holding a scepter engraved on it.

This is the emblem of the Tudor family...

He excitedly put the coat of arms on his chest, and was about to get up and continue exploring the underground palace, but his vision blurred again, and he bumped into the soil that appeared again at an unknown time, biting a hard stone in his mouth. Almost knocked out one of his teeth.

"Bah, bah——"

He closed his eyes and spat out the bitter soil. When he opened his eyes again, he found a figure appearing in front of him.

A person with no facial features and an extremely smooth "face".

"puff--"

He spit out the last mouthful of dirt from his mouth, threw away the shovel in his hand, turned his head, and crawled out of the passage like a madman, using all four limbs together, like a real woodchuck.

The passage became narrower as he went outside. This was something he did deliberately to avoid being discovered, but at this time it became an obstacle to his escape. In the narrow passage, he scratched his scalp, broke his nails, and his knees. and his elbow were even more bloody, but he finally saw the crimson moonlight that made him feel at ease.

After getting out of the passage and returning to the abandoned church, Rafter took a breath and looked at the dark passage with some fear. He always felt that it was just an illusion, but he did not dare to go back to confirm.

"The lights and tools are all in there...I'll come back to get them tomorrow, something's not right today..."

He murmured to himself, turned his head again, and looked towards the center of the church.

A woman with black hair and a round face appeared at some point and was looking at him coldly.

No, it was a female head with black hair and a round face looking at him!
This head is floating in the air, with its hair hanging loosely behind, but the body that should be supporting the head and covering the long hair is nowhere to be seen.

Rafter took a deep breath of cold air in the deep winter, turned around and ran away without any hesitation. This abandoned church was drafty on all sides, and the doors and windows had already been pried away. He randomly picked a window and climbed through it, and was about to run towards the outside of the garden. Low fence.

When he was still a few steps away from the wall, the vines on the wall moved automatically without any wind, and another figure emerged from it.

It was a young woman wearing a small black hat and a complicated Gothic palace dress. She had long pale blond hair shawl, cold blue eyes, and her face was extremely pale under the moonlight.

After being frightened by the "faceless man" and the "head in the sky", the most human-like woman made Rafter feel a little warm, but he soon discovered that this beautiful woman had passed directly through the wall.

"Ghost...ghost!"

Rafter Pound's face turned even paler than the woman's, and he couldn't hold himself back anymore and started shouting.

But he seemed to remember something, suppressed his fear, swallowed back the rude words that came out of his mouth, and asked with some anxiety:
"Are you the evil spirit from the underground palace?"

Evil spirit?

Klein, who had just emerged from the tunnel, patted the dirt on his body and watched Angel in front of him recover from the invisible state. He was preparing to celebrate the successful magic show when he heard the frightened baron leading the charge from outside the church. With a hopeful voice of inquiry.He immediately remembered the red-haired evil spirit in the underground ruins that had appeared in his dream. With a thought, the "faceless man" characteristics on his face squirmed, and instantly transformed into the extremely handsome face in his dream, but with a tinge. His face was covered with rotten scars, and his hair gradually spread to the back of his shoulders, turning red as if stained with blood.

The windbreaker on his body was transformed into a set of pitch-black full-body armor through the illusion of the "magician", and deep red blood was even dripping from the marks of cuts and axes on it.

"I'm."

His low, weird voice came out, causing Rafter to tremble all over as he faced Sharon, slowly turned around and looked this way.

When he saw Klein's strange image clearly, not only did he not show a panicked expression like he had just seen a ghost, but he took two steps forward excitedly, with ecstasy on his face, and said loudly:
"Finally, you have shown up!"

Angel disappeared again, and Sharon returned to the wall, giving up the "stage" to Klein.

They were also curious about what this crazy baron wanted to do.

"I think after so many years of trying, you should have understood that killing the descendants of the Tudor family in vain will not help you get rid of the seal," Rafter continued. He was full of energy and spoke very fast, completely unlike He usually looks so decadent in the eyes of outsiders, "Only by cooperating with me, who has the great blood of Tudor, can I help you get out of the predicament of 2000."

Based on his previous experience of investigating ruins and the historical knowledge he learned at university, Klein knew that the glory of the so-called "Tudor Family" had indeed been 2000 years ago, but several members of the Rafter Pound family had successively If he died in the ruins, how could he be sure that he would not follow in his footsteps?

"Then why did you come now?"

He continued to ask the other person in a low tone.

"Because the Black Emperor, the rogue Black Emperor, has appeared!" Rafter said with a smile, his eyes showing undisguised madness, "He must be related to the real Black Emperor, which means that the 'Blood Emperor' is also about to appear. The glory of Tudor will return to the world!"

Oh, is it so?How come I don’t know what my relationship is with the “Blood Emperor”?
"Black Emperor" Klein suppressed his laughter and was about to continue asking, but he saw Rafter, who was looking crazy just a second ago, suddenly his eyes straightened, he straightened his waist and raised his legs, walking towards him with stiff steps.

He resisted the urge to jump aside, maintaining his "evil spirit" character, and watched the baron walk like a marionette to the broken edge of the wall nearby, and knocked upwards with his head.

The crisp "thunk" sound made Klein seem to have returned to the time when he was buying melons in his previous life and tapping the melon body with his knuckles to judge its ripeness.

Boom, boom.

After two more sounds, Rafter lay down softly with blood on his forehead.

But the next moment, he climbed up again using his hands and feet, his movements were flexible, not at all like the stiffness he had just been pulled.

The man who claimed to have "the great blood of Tudor" had blood from the wound on his forehead flowing to his face. He wiped a handful of it with his earthy right hand, brought it to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked it, as if it was... The most delicious wine.

"Ha ha ha ha.

"The 'great' Tudor bloodline? This made me hate more than ever before, and also allowed me to briefly break through the seal and come here."

After enjoying the blood with an expression of intoxication, "Rafter" turned his bloodshot eyes to the red-haired "Evil Spirit" in black armor who was still standing against the wind, looked up and down, and laughed sarcastically.

"The chin is not pointed enough, the eye color is wrong, and most importantly, I am not that short!"

Klein, who had been pointed out many mistakes, swallowed and suddenly felt that the air around him became colder.

(End of this chapter)