Lord of the Mysteries

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"Hey!"

The black cat's voice echoed on the open ground surrounded by secluded woods. Whether it was an adult black robe man or a fifteen or six-year-old boy and woman, they all turned their eyes to the dead body lying in the center.

A cold cold wind blew, the black cat fell to the ground, staring at the human being who had just thrown it out, constantly sweeping the tail.

Suddenly, its hair blew again, then slammed with both feet and flew in the other direction.

Unfortunately, all that it did did not attract the slightest attention. The human beings were all looking at the moving body.

Time passed by, and the dead body did not have any changes worth looking forward to.

“Has it failed?” A teenager leaned over and squatted down and poked the skin of the dead body with his fingers.

"No response." He turned his body halfway and said to the black robe man and other companions.

At this time, he felt a gust of wind blowing from his bottom to his face.

Brush it, the dead body sat up!

The teenager was shocked and immediately cheered:

"Successful! Successful..."

His voice did not fall, and the dead body suddenly grabbed his shoulder, pressed him into his arms, then opened his mouth, biting it, biting out the groaning sound, biting blood.

"Ah! Help!" The young man was terrified and screamed, exhausted his whole body and then could not break free.

The dead body lifted his head, revealing White's teeth, as well as the minced meat hanging between the teeth and the blood flowing through his mouth.

The black robe man first glimpsed, and immediately took out a brass-colored whistle, which was contained in his mouth and blew it.

Then he used the Hermes language:

"I command you in the name of death!"

The voice echoed, and the dead body stopped biting, and it was stiff in the short term.

The teenager, whose neck and shoulders were bitten by flesh and blood, was equally soft and there seemed to have lost the soul, and the soil in the lower body was moist.

"Really..." The black robe man whispered a surprise, pointing at the dead body, and again using the Hermes language, "Get up!"

The dead body suddenly stood up, then opened his arms and ran to the depths of the secluded woods.

"Come back!" The black robe man was surprised and shouted, but did not find signs of a pause in the dead body.

He was busy blowing a whistle and shouting in a majestic manner:

"I command you to come back in the name of death!"

Accompanied by his words, the back of the dead body disappeared into the shadows of the trees.

"I will let you come back..." The black robe man stayed in the same place, silly.

In the woods, Klein held the Azick copper whistle and the matchbox in one hand, igniting the match in one hand, smashing his wrist and throwing it on the ground.

In this process, he retreated backwards in an arc.

Hey!

His face was white and the stench of the dead rushed over, and the unspoken eyes stared straight at the old and delicate copper whistle.

Klein stepped back and slammed the gang, aiming at the dead body and simulating the sound:

"boom!"

The dead body swayed a bit, and there was a penetrating wound in the chest.

"boom!"

Klein once again exhaled and made an air bomb.

puff! The head of the dead body was broken by a small half, and there was a rotting liquid that dripped down.

However, this is not a fatal injury to it. The running of the cockroach is only slightly stagnant and reappears.

Seeing this situation, Klein took a step back and made a sound.

Snapped!

A bright flame leaped from the ground, just covering the dead body and igniting its coat.

Hey!

The dead body rushed past the flame and continued on, like a mad cow.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Klein slammed his fingers and let the ground spurt another red flame.

The dead bodies rushed through these flames without pain, and the body gradually began to burn, and it became more and more intense, giving people a feeling of melting in the candle.

Finally, the dead body that turned into a torch rushed to Klein and grabbed the other side.

At the same time, a flame swelled and wrapped it with Klein.

The dead body caught Klein's shoulder, but only pinched the broken Mars.

Klein's figure dissipated in the red flame, the fire that appeared at the farthest.

The dead body seems to have finally exhausted all the strength, no longer struggling, and quickly melted into a dark green flame, turning into ash and oil wax.

"He is worse than all the dead bodies and grievances I have encountered before. Well, it's not as good as Mr. Azick's descendants... If it weren't for me, they would die here today." Klein shook his head and walked through the woods. Go to the open area.

At this time, the man in black robes noticed the changes in the woods and turned and fled without hesitation. The seven or eight young men and women first ran and ran, and found that there was only one person around them. They stopped timidly, returned to their original place, and gathered together.

They have just experienced the death of dead bodies, and they bite the flesh and blood, they really do not dare to run alone in the deep night.

This will make them feel cool behind the neck.

They look at me, I see you, no one dares to help the boy with a flesh and blood on his neck and shoulders, afraid that the other person will become a living corpse at any time.

In the short silence that makes people feel like drums, they suddenly saw a clown wearing a flamboyant dress and red, yellow and white paint in the woods.

This is the illusion that Klein made directly.

He looked around and didn't chase the black robe man, hoarse and asked:

"Who was the presiding ceremony?"

Who? The young men and women seem to have not recovered, and it took a few seconds to launch a big boy who shivered and replied:

"He, he is our Guvsak language teacher Coptic Reid..."

"He claims to have a deep research on death and to lead us to find the mystery of eternal life."

It turned out to be the teacher in the school... the mystery of eternal life? It’s really bragging without paying taxes... From the performance just now, this guy will not be a “psychic”, at most “diggers”, maybe even only sequence 9, just a corpse... Of course, he may not be a **** of death The way, just because of worship, joined the spiritual group... Klein asked clearly where Copsti lived and thought:

"Go back, don't take part in this kind of thing, don't let it go."

"Otherwise, you will all die."

Then he emphasized it again:

"All will die."

The young men and women who had been scared by the previous incident nodded madly and relied on each other to prepare to leave.

At this time, a girl with a smooth hair draped pointed at the painful companion on the ground:

"He, is he okay?"

"I can't die for a while, but I have to take it to the doctor. I said it was bitten by a dog that often eats carrion." Klein ignored them and returned to the woods.

The young men and women looked at each other and asked someone to blurt out:

"Excuse me, may I ask, what do you call?"

Klein smiled and deliberately misled the other side and replied:

"I am just a janitor in hell."

As he spoke, the fog filled the air and the figure disappeared into place.

Of course, this is an illusion.

"Hell's janitor?" The young men and women whispered the word in a whisper, and they were all thoughtful.

However, after a blast of cold air that had been immersed in the bone marrow, they shivered again and shook their companions, and they did not dare to return to the place.

............

Is this a member of the spiritual group? It’s really disappointing... If he didn’t give up his current status, I will go to visit him in the middle of the night to see what he knows. Well, I have to give him a lesson so that he can’t dare to suffer again. Can dance and resurrection rituals be playable? Klein habitually judged by the thinking of the night.

Soon, he returned to the loft Caroman mansion and waited patiently for security personnel to move.

Just found the opportunity, he immediately turned over the fence, quickly approached the house along the shadow, and quietly climbed the balcony.

At this time, the dummy pretending to be his wife is still smoking.

Snapped! Klein tapped his finger.

The figure in front of him immediately turned into a thin piece of paper and floated to his palm.

This paper is covered with rust red marks before it can be reused.

Klein didn't dare to throw it, folded it, and stuffed it into the pocket.

After doing all this, he leisurely stepped into the hallway and returned to the bedroom of Atru.

“How did you go so long?” Stuart asked in a whisper.

He had just visited the door and found that Sherlock Moriatti had smoked one cigarette after another, but he was not responsible for leaving the bedroom.

Klein smiled and said:

"A break, relax, you can go, I don't mind."

"I..." Stuart was about to agree, suddenly thinking, this way, there will be only one person on the balcony, surrounded by a deep night, is not bright enough, is a cold cold wind, is always people Think of the environment of ghost stories.

So he forcibly smiled:

"Nothing, I don't need it."

Klein laughed and said nothing, and sat down again, letting the easy chair slowly and slowly sway in the dark.

This shake was shaken to the dawn, and nothing happened.

Yatru woke up and sat down on the bed, licking out God.

Klein said nothing, and Caslana exchanged positions with her female assistant and walked slowly to the room to sleep.

When he slept, he heard that Lokoro Carman shouted in amazement and joy:

"Hey, my child, how are you?"

"The storm is on, I have to donate 300 pounds to the church!"

"You, you said, they won't come to kill you? Are you misunderstood?"

300 pounds? Really extravagant... Klein rolled over and held a soft, warm quilt and muttered.

Then he continued to sleep well.

At noon, Klein went downstairs to eat, and Kaslana sat across from him, asking slightly:

"What happened last night?"

"No." Klein replied succinctly and immediately smiled. "Attaru woke up to the bathroom?"

Next to Stuart slowed down, and nodded.

Kaslana’s eyes swept over their faces and they came back, and the voice replied:

"Not counting."

Klein's mouth is slightly hooked and he skillfully cuts the steak.

PS: All the two chapters are sent today, and the monthly ticket recommendation ticket~