Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 80 The Flesh Vault

deep underground.

"Mr. C, do you need me...to bring another sacrifice?"

In the cellar with an area of ​​more than [-] square meters, a cross-shaped object was placed against the wall on one side, covered by a black curtain, and the specific appearance could not be seen.

Below the cross, in the depths of the flesh and blood scattered on the ground, a simple altar was built with wooden boards and wooden boxes. The carpet covered on it also dripped with large chunks of crimson unknown objects, some of which were even slightly wriggling. Like having a life of its own.

The candlelight flickering around was automatic without wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time, bringing the faint light away from this eerie cellar.

On the altar about one meter above the ground, a man wearing a black robe and hiding his face turned his head and looked at the questioner who stood cowering a few meters away. The leather jacket and the two pistols on his waist did not give him the courage to face his fears at all.Seeing the man in black turned his head back, he seemed to be even more frightened, and couldn't stop backing away until his back touched the wall.

"No need, they are weak and useless, you go out."

The leather-clothed man nodded hurriedly as if he had been pardoned, then carefully avoided the flesh and blood beside the altar, and left through the small door on one side.

If the ground was the flesh and blood of the previous hapless victim, he would not be so afraid.

Those who take pleasure in other people's pain, those who believe in folk remedies and take bloody baths, those with unusual sexual fetishes... He has been in this business for a long time, and he has seen all kinds of dog-like guys. Who buys slaves, how can they have good intentions? ?
The problem is that most of the bloodstains and pieces of meat mixed with it belong to that "Mr. C" on the altar.

Before leaving the room, he glanced back. On the altar, Mr. C was still standing with his back to the door. He raised his head and looked at the object on the wall covered by the curtain, which seemed to be a cross.

Maybe it's time to find an excuse and transfer to another city, such as the nearby city of Tingen, or to the sea...

Hearing the eerie sound like soft objects falling to the ground, he shrank his neck, walked up the stairs quickly, and left here.

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Angel and Rupert, one on the left and one on the right, caught the body of the leather-clad man who walked out of the cellar but fell down with his eyes closed.

"This should be the last one."

Rupert said in a low voice.

The "Sleeping Beauties" in different clothes beside them have already lay down on the ground, plus this man who came out of the cellar, there are no more, no less, exactly five.

Clement, who was squatting next to them, opened his eyes, put down his right hand that was pressing on his temple, and looked at the man in leather who was hypnotized by his "Nightmare" ability.

"He just came up from the cellar. Apart from more than twenty slaves for sale, there is only one Extraordinary who they call 'Mr. C'."

"The time is too short to obtain more information, but we must be prepared to face an evil Extraordinary with strange abilities."

Clement's complexion was a little pale, and he didn't know what he saw in the dreams of these people.

Mr. C... Is this the code name within their organization?

Angel looked at the "Nightmare" who stood up swayingly, and also took out "Thirsty Blood", and twisted the cylinder to the bullet of "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption".

Since there is only one enemy below, let him taste the black flame first.

Clement took out the sealed item "2-031" that he had been carrying all along from the windbreaker pocket, handed the gloves to Rupert Norman, and raised the revolver himself.

"Put on the sealed item, let's meet this 'Mr. C'."

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The flesh and blood I placed on the other two people can no longer be sensed!
Mr. C frowned elegantly and looked up at the statue of the Creator. Even through the curtain, he could feel the gaze of the Lord.

But what about the other two?What is their situation now?
In order to prevent being defeated by the official Extraordinary of Enmat Port, he has already placed part of the flesh and blood taken from himself on the heads of the sugar factory in the West District and the clinic leader in the Durang District.

Even if it is several kilometers away, Mr. C can vaguely sense the state of the other party, whether he is dead or alive.

But just a few minutes ago, the two pieces of his own flesh and blood lost contact with him after sensing a burst of extreme cold and gradually spreading fatigue.

This means that the other party has either removed the flesh and blood attachment by some means, or is dead.

Did they accidentally expose themselves in the urban area?Or did the official Extraordinary launch operations ahead of time?
My injuries haven't healed yet, if I knew this would happen, I shouldn't be picky eaters, and let them bring two slaves over...

Thinking of this, Mr. C no longer hesitated. He took off the hood of his black robe, revealing his handsome but neutral face. mistaken for a woman.

This handsome face is twisting at this time, opening its mouth to vomit out a mass of dark red, wriggling blood clot, before it escaped from him, Mr. C picked it up and kneaded the dark red blood clot like kneading mud Shattered in the palm of his hand, he took a few steps and approached the cross covered by the curtain.

He stretched out his clean hand, grabbed the curtain and lifted it, and the top of the curtain slid down, revealing the top of the cross, followed by the legs and body tied to the cross by iron chains.

As the entire curtain was lifted, a male giant who was completely naked and chained upside down on the cross was revealed. The giant was about three meters tall, with a unique, vertical single eye, and he already had many Dried blood.

This turned out to be a lifelike statue!

Mr. C approached the cross with his hand of flesh and blood, and was about to praise the Lord he believed in loudly.

Suddenly there was a louder and hoarse shout than him.

"what--"

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"what--"

Rupert Norman opened his mouth wide, and a trembling cry came out of his throat. His not-so-handsome face was completely distorted at this time, and he was not human-shaped. Tears of blood flowed from the tearing eyes.

Regardless of being attracted by the shouts, Angel looked towards Mr. C who was looking at the door, and held Rupert's twisted head, forcing him to look away from the cross statue.

They all underestimated the impact of the sealed item "2-031" on users!

According to the instructions of "Hand of Proclamation", before snapping fingers to activate the extraordinary ability of the sealed item, its influence on the user is only to make the user overconfident, and may make some reckless, thoughtless actions, When faced with an opponent that he cannot defeat, he will also step forward to challenge more fearlessly.

But Rupert's direct activation of spiritual vision in a place where the danger was not yet clear was still beyond Angel and Clement's expectations.

When Angel observed the dim cellar through dark vision and found that Mr. C was pulling down the curtain to reveal a strange statue, Rupert's confident whisper sounded behind her ears.

"Hmph, a little trick of the cult, let me open my spirit vision."

As he spoke, he held the gun in one hand, and stroked the corner of his eye with the other hand wearing "2-031".

Wait...it's too dangerous!
Whether it is the internal information of the official Extraordinary, or the knowledge passed down among the market and taught by secret inheritance, randomly opening the spiritual vision in strange places with unknown circumstances is one of the most risky behaviors.

Before Angel could stop him, Rupert, who had activated his spiritual vision through a specific movement, had already shifted his gaze to Mr. C, to the cross with the naked male hanging upside down.

In an instant, his eyes widened, the corners of his eyes opened, and his bloodshot eyeballs protruded, as if he saw hell and the abyss.

Attracted by Rupert's voice resounding through the cellar, Mr. C suddenly turned his head to look at the door.

"boom--"

In the darkness, there was a gunshot, and a flower of blood appeared on Mr. C's shoulder. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as if what hit his body was just a ball of cotton, and the blood gushing out was from someone else.

But it's not his style to just be beaten and not fight back.

With a wave of his hands, the air flow under the black robe surged, instantly blowing out all the candles around him.

The cellar was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Tsk."

Clement lowered his gun and searched the dark cellar with his eyes. As an Extraordinary of the "Sleepless" pathway, he also has certain vision in the dark, but the cellar without the light source can't be seen. Said to find Mr. C, he could hardly see the teammates around him.

As for turning on Spirit Vision?Rupert next to him is the end.

"Can you see it?"

He asked Angel in a low voice.

The latter had already trembled all over, and Rupert, who was on the verge of losing control, fell face down on the ground. Hearing Clement's question, she looked around the entire cellar through dark vision, but found nothing except blood and pieces of meat all over the floor.

"He disappeared in place after he extinguished the candle, probably using some extraordinary ability."

Seeing that the enemy could not be found with the naked eye, Angel took out his secondary weapon, another revolver with a smaller caliber but six bullets, and fired a shot directly into the open space. After knocking out the first demon hunting bullet, he aimed at the center of the cellar and fired Killed the only "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" in the bullet nest.

The bullet hit the ground, blasting out an area that shone with little phosphorescent light. Although it could not cover the entire cellar, on the side near the entrance, the originally pitch-black ground and ceiling had become visible again. The flesh and blood fragments of various sizes on the ground Also covered in phosphorescence, the outlines take on a faint yellowish tint.

In the yellow halo scattered all over the ground, a small piece of fast-moving shadow was extremely conspicuous.

"there!"

There was no need for Angel to remind, Clement had already raised his gun again, and the two of them fired several shots at the rapidly approaching shadow.

"Bang bang—"

The bullet hit the shadow, the gravel splashed, and the ground was hit with several bullet craters, but the shadow itself was not affected at all, just like a real shadow.

In an instant, the shadow came to the feet of Clement who was standing in the front.

As if changing from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, the shadow rose from the ground agitatingly. Clement only had time to take a half-step back, and a slender, smooth arm stretched out from the shadow, with five fingers forming claws, pressing towards his face.

It's Mr. C!

(End of this chapter)