The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 301

Meow!

The cries of the black cat echoed in an open area surrounded by a remote forest. Regardless of whether it was a black-robed adult man or a fifteen or sixteen year old boy and girl, they all simultaneously directed their gazes to the corpse lying in the middle.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the black cat landed on the ground, staring at the human who had just thrown it. It kept wagging its tail.

Suddenly, his fur stood up again. Then, exerting great force with his hind legs, he jumped up and fled in the other direction.

Unfortunately, whatever he did failed to attract attention. All the humans present focused their attention on the immobile corpse.

The seconds turned into minutes, but the corpse did not undergo the anticipated change.

"Failure again?" One of the teenagers approached and squatted down, poking the dead man's skin with his fingers.

"No reaction." He turned half way and spoke to the man in black and his friends.

At this moment, he felt a gust of wind gushing down his face from underneath.

With a swoosh, the corpse sat down!

The young man was startled and immediately cheered in surprise, "It's a success! It's a success …"

Before he could finish his sentence, the corpse grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into his arms. Then, he opened his mouth and bit, producing a sound and causing blood to splatter.

"ah! Help me!" the young man shouted in horror and retreated with all his might, but he could not break free.

The corpse raised its head, revealing a row of white teeth, as well as pieces of flesh hanging between its teeth, and blood flowing from its mouth.

The black-robed man was stunned for a moment, then he took out a brass-colored whistle. He put it in his mouth, and blew it.

Then he said in Hermes, "I command you in the name of Death!"

As his voice echoed through the air, the corpse stopped chewing and momentarily froze on the spot.

The young man, whose neck and shoulders had been shattered by the bite, also fainted as if he had lost his soul. The dirt around the bottom area is really damp.

"That's really possible .." murmured the black-robed man with a pleasant surprise. He pointed at the corpse and once again said in Hermes, "Wake up!"

The corpse suddenly stood up, then threw its shoulders back before swiftly dashing into the depths of the remote forest.

"Back!" the black-robed man shouted in shock, but the corpse showed no signs of stopping.

He blew his whistle again and shouted with dignity, "I order you to return in the name of Death!"

With those words, the corpse disappeared into the forest.

"I order you to come back ..." the black-robed man stood glued to the spot in astonishment as he muttered to himself in a daze.

In the forest, Klein held the Azik copper whistle and matchbox in one hand. He continued to light matches and wiggle his wrist to extinguish them before throwing them on the ground.

During this process, it moves backwards in an arc.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

A corpse with a pale face and a foul smell rushed over. Her lifeless eyes stared straight at the ancient and beautiful copper whistle.

As Klein retreated, his cheeks bulged, he aimed at the corpse and simulated his voice:

Bang out!

The corpse suddenly staggered as a translucent wound appeared on his chest.

Bang out!

Klein puffed his cheeks again and fired the Air Bullet again.

the spark! The corpse's head was crushed as rotten liquid dripped from it nonstop.

However, it was not a fatal injury to the corpse. It only slowed down for a moment before continuing again.

Upon seeing this, Klein took a step back and snapped loudly.

Pa!

A bright flame rose from the ground, enveloping the corpse and lighting his outer clothes.

Knock it! Knock it! Knock it!

The corpse rushed through the flames and continued to charge forward like a mad bull.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Klein continued flicking his fingers, causing red flames to appear on the ground, one after another.

The corpse did not feel any pain as it passed through the flames, but gradually, its body began to burn, and the flame grew even bigger. It gave off a strange feeling as if the candle was melting.

Finally, the corpse, which had turned into a torch, arrived in front of Klein while clawing at him.

At the same time, a flame appeared and engulfed him and Klein.

The corpse grabbed Klein's shoulder but only produced a spark.

Klein's figure disappeared at the red light and reappeared in the farthest burning pile.

At that moment, the corpse seemed to have exhausted all of its strength and stopped fighting. It quickly melted under the dark green flame, turning into ash and oil wax.

He's stronger than all the zombies and ghosts I've ever met before. Well, not as good as Mr. Azik's descendants.If it wasn't for me, they would all die here today. Klein shook his head and walked through the trees towards the open area.

At this moment, the black-robed man had already noticed the changes in the forest. Without hesitation, he turned around and ran, while seven to eight youngsters scattered in an instant. However, when they realized that they were the only one in the area, they timidly stopped and returned to the area where they had gathered.

It will make the back of their neck feel cold.

They look at each other. No one dared to help the severely mutilated young man on his neck and shoulders, afraid that he could turn into a zombie at any moment.

In the brief silence that made their hearts beat like drums, they saw a clown, dressed in striking clothes with red, yellow, and white paint covering his face, walking out of the forest.

This was an illusion personally created by Klein.

He scanned his surroundings but did not chase after the black-robed man. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who is presiding over the ceremony?"

Wh who? It seems like the teenagers are still in a daze. It took them a few seconds before they pushed out a trembling boy who replied, "He .. he's our language teacher in ancient Feysac, Kapusky Reid …

"He claims to have a deep understanding of death and wants to lead us in our quest for the mystery of eternity."

So he's a teacher from school? You really don't need to pay taxes to boast. Judging from his appearance just now, this person shouldn't be a Spirit Medium. At most, he would be a Grave Digger. In fact, he may only be in Order 9, the Corpse Collector.Of course, he may not be from the Death line and only join the Diocese of Numinous due to his worship… After Klein got the exact location where Kapusky lived, he thought for a moment and said, "You guys can go back now. Don't get involved in this anymore. Don't leak this.

"If you don't, you'll all die."

Then, he emphasized again, "You're all going to die."

The boy and girl who were frightened by what had just happened all frantically nodded. They are ready to leave with the help of each other.

At this moment, a young girl with fine hair pointed towards her friend who was moaning in pain on the ground and asked, "Is ...is she going to be okay?"

"He won't die for now, but you should take him to the doctor. Tell her that she was bitten by a hyena that often ate rotten meat." Klein ignored them and returned to the forest.

The young man and woman looked at each other, and someone said, "Excuse me, may I ask, how should we call you?"

Klein smiled and deliberately misled her as he replied in a low voice, "I'm just the gatekeeper of hell."

As he spoke, the mist spread out, and his figure disappeared from where he stood.

Of course, it's all an illusion.

"Guard of hell?" The young men and women repeated those words gently, each having their own thoughts.

However, after a bone-chilling gust of cold wind blew, they trembled once more, supported their comrades, and left the place without daring to look back.

…

Is it a member of the Diocese of Numinous? If he doesn't leave his current identity, I'll visit him in the middle of the night to see if he knows anything. Yes, I have to teach him a lesson so that he does not dare to bring trouble to the students anymore. Does he think the Spirit Dance and resurrection ritual are children's games? Klein usually judged the situation from Nighthawk's point of view.

Soon, he returned to Rogo Colloman's house and waited patiently for the guards to pass during their patrol.

As soon as he found the opportunity, he climbed over the fence and quickly followed the shadow into the house, then he quietly climbed onto the balcony.

At that moment, the statue disguised as him was still smoking.

Pa! Klein snapped his finger.

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

Compared to before, this paper was covered with a rusty red mark and could not be used anymore.

Klein did not dare to throw it anywhere. He folded it and put it in his pocket.

After doing all this, he walked back into the hallway and into Adol's bedroom.

"What took you so long?" Stuart asked in a trembling voice.

He went to the door to ask, and he found Sherlock Moriarty smoking one after another. Because of his duty, he did not dare to leave the bedroom.

Klein laughed and replied, "Rest and relax. You can go too, I don't mind."

"I.." Just as Stuart was about to agree to it, he suddenly thought of something—he would be the only person on the balcony, surrounded by a dark night and without sufficient illumination. There will be a cold wind and an environment that always reminds one of the ghost stories.

Therefore, he forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I don't need it."

Klein smiled silently and sat down again, letting the recliner sway gently and slowly at night.

This continued until dawn. Nothing else happened.

When Adol woke up, he sat on the bed, deep in thought.

Klein did not say anything, but he switched places with Kaslana and her assistant and slowly walked into the living room to catch up on his sleep.

He fell asleep when he heard Rogo Colloman exclaim with a pleasant surprise, "Oh, my son, are you okay now?

"Holy Lord of Storms, I will donate 300 pounds to the Church!

"You're telling me that they're not going to kill you? Is that all a misunderstanding?"

300 pounds? It was incredible.Klein rolled and wrapped his hands around the soft warm blanket while muttering.

Then, he went back to sleep.

During the day, as Klein came down to eat, Kaslana sat opposite him and asked with a slight frown, "What happened last night?"

"Nothing" Klein replied simply, and then he laughed. "Did Adol get up and go to the restroom counted?"

Next to him, Stuart slowed down his actions and nodded in agreement.

He glanced at their faces, then he retracted his gaze and replied in a low voice, "No."

The corner of Klein's mouth curved as he skillfully cut off his steak.