Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 63 Devil Ritual, Scary Monster
咣 咣 咣!
The living corpses picked up stones and walked along the edge of the hole, smashing the nearby stone walls one after another, and the nauseating smell became more intense.

Hastur was a little better, but his face was ugly. Lecturer Furren couldn't hold it anymore, and was retching while leaning on a stone wall.

"Does it smell like a dead body?"

"Well, and it takes a lot of corpses to form such a strong smell."

Maric gave an affirmative answer. According to his estimation, there are at least dozens of corpses inside, maybe hundreds of them.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of things could be born in such a place.

"In your limited knowledge of mysticism, is there any knowledge about burying people in the soil and nourishing them?"

"..."

Maric glanced at Hasta speechlessly, and did not forget to hurt himself under such circumstances, it seems that his mentality is still very good.

"Related to earth, generally there is only the way of the earth. Such a bloody massacre and the practice of piling up corpses are more in line with the behavior of demons." Maric said, his pupils dilated.

demon?

Could everything here be caused by demons?

Hastur did not speak, he also thought of the devil, the abyss path is undoubtedly the most bloody and cruel extraordinary path.

Extraordinary people of this path are fundamentally different from normal humans.

Whether it is daily roleplaying or promotion to the high sequence, they are all required to be inhumane, paving their own extraordinary path with blood and cruelty.

"Demons often use fresh life to perform sacrifice rituals to gain extraordinary power from the Lord they worship. If the situation is bad, you two must be careful."

After Maric gave a serious warning, he led the two living corpses into the cave first, and Hastur and Lecturer Furren followed behind with a lamp, leaving a living corpse to guard the entrance.

Entering the cave, passing through a narrow corridor about ten meters long, one arrives at a relatively spacious secret room.

click, click...

People walked on the ground, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard from time to time. Lecturer Furren's face turned pale, and the soles of his feet were numb, and he didn't dare to look down at the ground.

This place is not so much a secret room as it is a large burial pit.

Maric took the kerosene lamp in the hands of Lecturer Furren, and looked around with a full face of wariness.

The soil here is very loose, and there are many mouth burial pits on the ground.

Maric tried to get the living corpses to open a few burial pits, but the burial was not deep. Inside were white skeletons with severed heads, or missing heads.

Judging from the size and shape of the skeleton, they should all be children under the age of 14.

Hastur and Lecturer Furren both thought of what Professor Wayne said before, that someone in the workhouse buried children in the soil.

This is where children are buried!
After scanning around, I roughly estimated that there are at least seventy or eighty children buried here!

Compared with the few corpses that Dean Dahn convicted before, there is no comparison at all.

Lecturer Flon suddenly said, "Continuing about 50 meters from here, is it right under the cemetery of the poorhouse?"

During the day, he searched the workhouse with several police officers, and also passed the area near the clock tower. What impressed him more was the cemetery not far from the clock tower.

Maric stopped and asked in surprise, "You mean someone moved the corpses from the cemetery here to bury them?"

"If it's not far away." Lecturer Furren was speaking, feeling a chill all over his body, he couldn't help getting closer to Hasta, and stretched out his hand to hold the lamp wall of the kerosene lamp. The warm feeling made him panic in his heart It eased a lot.

Hastur rubbed his fingers secretly, turned on his spirit vision, and after scanning a few times, he frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Maric, usually with so many corpses gathered together, shouldn't their spirits stay here after death? ?”

"The church has specialized personnel to deal with this problem, and generally there will be no undead after death."

"Then what if there are no church personnel to deal with it?"

"There must be..."

Maric's expression changed suddenly, he held the oil lamp, and quickly approached Hastur and Lecturer Furren, while keeping the two living corpses on guard.

When he came to Hastur, he lowered his voice and said, "Their spirits after death were eaten by something!"

Demon's Sacrifice!
Maric has now been able to confirm this!
In this dark environment right now, maybe something is already staring at them in the dark.

"Leave here first, and dig directly down from the cemetery tomorrow to introduce the sun."

Hastur's face was also solemn, and he protected Lecturer Fren and walked towards the entrance.

At this time, a bell sounded in the depths of the darkness.

Jingle Bell!
Jingle Bell!
The voice is urgent, and it is gradually approaching here!

呲!
Something seemed to be opening its mouth in the darkness, revealing its fangs.

boom!
The living corpse who was in charge of guarding in front encountered a huge force and was sent flying and hit the wall!

"Go! It's coming!"

Maric gave a low voice, telling Hastur and Lecturer Furren to leave here quickly.

They quickly entered the narrow corridor, gradually approaching the entrance with the help of the dim light.

boom!
Another dull voice sounded in the darkness.

This time, Maric vaguely saw the appearance of the thing through the kerosene lamp in his hand.

"Fuck!"

Maric's face turned blue, and he cursed out a foul word. Hastur didn't hear what he said.

They quickly walked through the ten-meter corridor. Lecturer Furren walked out of the entrance and glanced at the living corpses still guarding here, and his nervous mood relaxed a little.

"Take off your shirt! Give it to me!"

Hastur spoke, and Lecturer Furren immediately followed suit, taking off his shirt and handing it to Hastur.

Hastur smashed the lamp wall of the kerosene lamp and set fire to the coat worth 1 gold pound and 4 soli.

The raging flame ignited, and Hastur threw it into the tunnel when Maric exited.

The flames were bright, illuminating the short corridor, and clearly illuminating the things that had been following.

Heads, fresh and immature heads, they are integrated into the head, back, and body of a creature like a black panther.

This creature was covered with black hair, it was about two meters tall and about three meters long. At this moment, it was showing its fangs gleaming coldly, and the corners of its mouth were drooling.

Around the neck of this creature, there is a string of dark yellow bells.

The sound of the jingle bell just now came from this bell.

Hastur recognized two of the heads, one named Amy and the other Simon.

This was the two children who had been caught ringing the bell in the middle of the night the last time they were in the workhouse!
Unexpectedly, they were already dead, and turned into such terrifying monsters!

Now, many problems can be explained.

The bells that really possess extraordinary power are the strings hanging from the monster's neck.

The bell that Amy and Simon shook was just an ordinary bell. The meaning of shaking the bell was to inform the monster that this child was the chosen sacrifice and could go hunting!
The devil lurking in the workhouse deliberately threw the string of bells on the road that children must pass, to see who is lucky enough to pick them up, and whoever can't help ringing the bells at night will be the next sacrifice !
Bloody and brutal!

Hastur rarely felt angry, but soon he calmed down.

There are still some things he hasn't figured out, why the character of the children here becomes indifferent and quiet, as if they are gradually losing their humanity.

Is it the extraordinary ability of the string of bells?
Who is planning these things secretly?

Is it just to bury a child in the soil just to breed such a monster?
"Watch out for those bells."

Hastur reminded Maric, lest he be tricked by the sound of the bell later.

"Lecturer Furren, hold the lamp and stand a little farther away."

Hastur gave an order, and twisted away the cane he carried with him, and drew a long sword from it.

Before coming to the workhouse, he went back home to get this special walking stick, and now the sword in the stick can finally be used.

Maric looked back curiously, and then focused all his attention on the monster on the other side of the corridor.

Xu Shi is used to haunting at night, and he was a little afraid of such a dazzling fire, so he dared not pounce on it for a long time.

But after only a moment of hesitation, the dozens of heads on its body opened their mouths together and let out a breath. The thick fishy smell was blown along the corridor with the cold wind, suppressing the flames of the clothes.

"Can't wait for it to extinguish the fire!" Hastur reminded.

Maric understood, he bent down slightly, his face and arms were already covered with wolf hair, his fingers turned into wolf claws, and with a low growl, he took the initiative to kill the monster!
Hastur followed behind with a sword in one hand and a kerosene lamp in the other.

In the narrow corridor, Maric fought the monster head-on, and Hastur waited for the opportunity to make up the knife.

In the first confrontation, Maric relied on his wisdom to dodge the moment the monster also rushed, and at the same time drew a bloodstain on the monster's body with his paw.

Hastur squatted down and also took the opportunity to draw a knife on the monster's leg.

The sword in the stick was sharper than he expected, and it almost broke the monster's bones with just one blow!

The monster's front leg was injured, its body shook for a while, and it screamed, and the heads on its body also let out a mournful cry.

The sound waves of mourning spread like ripples, Hastur and Maric's minds were affected by the sound, and their ears were shaken.

For a moment, all kinds of strange feelings came to my heart, and the whole person became dazed, sluggish, and unable to move.

"Sound transmission is prohibited here!"

Hastur bit his lip hard, the pain of bleeding, in exchange for a moment of sobriety, insisted on making this rule.

The screams dissipated, and Hastur and Maric were able to recover from that strange state.

The monster also took advantage of the gap just now to escape a certain distance.

It shook its head, trying to shake the bell on its neck, but it couldn't make a sound.

Its eyes showed a hint of confusion, a little silly.

Maric would not give it a chance, relying on his werewolf-like physique, he jumped over it, and Hastur followed him, seized the opportunity, and took the opportunity to stab twice.

There are two blood holes pierced through, although they are not big, but the blood is flowing horizontally and it is difficult to stop.

After being wounded again, the monster seemed to understand that fighting in such a narrow corridor was not conducive to its advantage of flexibility, so it turned around and escaped from the corridor area!

Hastur and Maric naturally wouldn't let it escape like this.

Maric chased after him first, and Hastur ordered Lecturer Fran to go back along the original road first, and followed with a kerosene lamp.

(End of this chapter)