Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 358 39. The Mysterious Mystery House

In the small garden behind the "Hell Detective" detective agency, Merlin piled up the black magic items collected by Constantine, then took out a crystal bottle from his arms, and pulled off the lid.

"Are you going to burn them?"

Chas, standing behind Merlin, asked:

"Is it enough to just burn it? I see that John's steps to deal with these things every time are very complicated."

"Trust me, just burn it."

Merlin poured the silver-white liquid in the bottle onto the dangerous objects in front of him. The flaming holy water entangled with the black magic power entwined on these objects. During the collision, a ball of white flame sprang up in front of the two of them.

"what"

One after another, twisted and invisible objects danced in the flames, and they screamed sharply, trying to get rid of the demon-killing flames. They were some evil spirits, or some weird things.

Dark magic items are dangerous precisely because most of them are inhabited by evil spirits, or filled with dangerous things.

Ordinary people can't see the evil spirits writhing and twisting in the flames, and it's hard to hear their screams and curses when they are dying. They can only see this white fire that is burning more and more intensely, like Someone was adding fuelwood to the flames.

But Chas, who has been able to hang out with a hapless guy like Constantine for more than ten years without any accident, how could he be an ordinary person?

Merlin turned around and saw Chas twisting his body with a disturbed expression, as if he wanted to stay away from the flame.

"you can see?"

Merlin asked:

"Can you still hear it?"

"Anything."

Chas nodded anxiously. He turned his head so that he would not look at the screaming evil spirits in the flames. He said tremblingly:

"John said that my spiritual vision was very high. He said it was not a good thing. He rarely let me participate in his affairs."

"It's really not a good thing."

Merlin stood up, lit a cigarette in front of the burning white fire, and said to Chas:

"You can see things that ordinary people can't see, which means that you will bear the pressure that ordinary people don't need to bear. Those twisted things that grow from the darkness will always distort the will of ordinary people, even if you take a look, It might drive you crazy."

"But you're lucky."

Merlin glanced at Chas, and he said:

"Maybe Constantine has been secretly protecting you."

"so what should I do?"

Chas Chandler, an ordinary New York taxi driver, was a little flustered. He said to Merlin as if asking for help:

"I don't want to see them either, it's not what I want."

"Go to Hell's Kitchen sometime."

Merlin let out a puff of smoke, and he said to Chas:

"Go to a place called the House of Blood, which sells some magic items that ordinary people can use. You go and tell the shopkeeper that Merlin introduced you. Of course, you have to prepare a sum of money in advance. That place It's not cheap."

"Well, well, I see."

Chas took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He took another look at the extinguishing flame, and hugged several photo frames in his arms, which contained photos of Constantine.He said to Merlin:

"Then I shall go first?"

"Well, let's go."

Merlin nodded to him, and when Chas was about to leave, Merlin suddenly asked:

"Speaking of which, you've been a taxi driver for several years. Do you know a guy named Dupont?"

"Dupender?"

Chas turned his head, a smile appeared on his face, and he said:

"That's my good friend. We often discuss music together. Well, he will recommend me some great music."

"Uh."

Merlin just asked casually, but he didn't expect that the guy in front of him actually knew the lucky driver Dupont. He watched Chas leave the house, and said in a low voice:

"Two very lucky guys are actually friends, and their tastes are so similar, so, is this the mutual attraction between lucky guys?"

As he spoke, he took out the key left by Constantine from his pocket, and looked at it carefully before his eyes.

This key is very inconspicuous, with bronze rust stains on it. It looks like a very old style, but a layer of obscure magic power is wrapped around this key, evenly covering every corner of the key.

It is not ordinary.

I don't know where Constantine found this thing.

"But since there is a key, there must be a corresponding door..."

Merlin held the key, and he looked back at Constantine's detective agency. After a while, he walked to the door, and he gestured the key on the lock.

The two obviously don't go together.

But when Merlin inserted the wide key into the narrow lock, the weird key actually entered the lock without hindrance.

This made Merlin raise his eyebrows.

The next moment, he tentatively twisted the key, and with a light click of the lock, the closed door was pushed open.

But what came into view was no longer Constantine's narrow and dilapidated detective agency, but a house filled with darkness instead.

The area is several times larger than Constantine's detective agency.

"No wonder even Fury couldn't find you in the past few years..."

Merlin pulled out the key and walked into the house in front of him. He looked around at the furnishings of the house.

The place is very dilapidated, there is not a good piece of glass on the windows, the floor rattles when it is wiped, there are still miserable cracks in the ceiling below the second floor, and the ground is full of all kinds of rubbish that has been pushed down and thrown around. In the fireplace at the end of the hall, there are fragments of some unknown items, which seem to have been used as fuel for heating, and the oil paintings hanging on the walls seem to have been burned. The characters in those oil paintings look extremely horrifying.

There was no light, not even a ray of light, and there was a darkness darker than night.

"click"

Behind Merlin, the door seemed to be blown by the wind, and suddenly closed at this moment.It is also like a closed cage, trapping the reckless who trespassed in dangerous places in this weird house.

"Swish"

The next moment, in the hall in front of Merlin, three candle-like lamps were lit at the same time, but the light was a strange and ominous green. The green light illuminated the hall, making the already dilapidated house look more penetrating.

The temperature is dropping.

Merlin stretched out his finger, and a faint piece of frost appeared on his fingertips. At the moment when the three lights were on, the temperature in the room dropped crazily. The degree of freezing.

"what is this?"

Merlin curled up his fingers and flicked lightly towards the broken fireplace at the end of the hall. A billowing black smoke whizzed through the hall and smashed into the fireplace. The next moment, a red flame was lit in the fireplace. , it was a flame supported by Merlin's magic power, it didn't need any fuel to support its combustion.

And the moment the flames ignited, the chilling air in the house quickly dissipated.

The whole house is really brightened and warmed up.

Merlin walked towards the fireplace. When he got close to the fireplace, he saw an image left by the fireplace. It should be the image of the previous owner of this weird house.

There was only one dark shadow, judging from his height and figure, it should be that guy Constantine.

When he got closer, Merlin could still hear the sound, as if he was watching a 3D movie that was not very clear.

"Zatana! You cheated on me!"

The image of Constantine screamed, he let out an ugly scream, and waved his hands, throwing balls of energy continuously, as if he was defending against something dangerous.

Under Merlin's gaze, the image was forced to retreat step by step until it reached the fireplace. It lowered its head, glanced at the fireplace, and said:

"The fire is going out...Damn it, there are too many wraiths, I can't stand it!"

"Come again next time!"

After speaking, the image ran away. Under Merlin's gaze, it quickly rushed to the door, and then disappeared.

This appears to have been the case Konstantin encountered the last time he explored the room.

"Zatana? Who the hell? Sounds like a girl."

Merlin stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver sword Vlad from the magic pocket. He slowly took out a bottle of evil spirit sword oil and applied it on Vlad's sharp blade. He turned his head while thinking.

Behind him, under the light of the green light, grim-faced wraiths with distorted bodies floated out from under the floor one after another.

And on the wall of the hall, the surfaces of the dozen or so burnt oil paintings trembled with a green halo like water waves. Each of them was holding a spirit sword and stretched out their tongues. The big Wraith holding the dark green chandelier is crawling out of the damaged painting.

"This amount..."

Merlin looked at the dense sea of ​​resentful spirits in front of him, and he moved his shoulders:

"No wonder Constantine, who has mastered so much black magic, was forced to flee. This room looks like a spirit-sealing barrier."

Merlin held the sword in his left hand, squeezed his right hand into a seal, and lightly flicked it towards the ground. The next moment, six arcs of purple magic power surged out around the hall, like six pillars, propping up a six pillars in the hall. Polygonal magic enchantment.

This is the seal of Arden, a demon hunter's seal specially used to restrain magical creatures. Within the range of influence of this seal, all spirit bodies that can be transformed into reality will be forced to appear in physical form.

This is a tactic used by demon hunters to deal with dangerous evil spirits.

"bring it on."

Merlin hooked his fingers towards the grim-faced resentful spirits scattered on the ground and mid-air before him, and said:

"Until the winner is decided, none of us will try to escape!"

"Ow"

Facing Merlin's provocation, the great wraith floating in the air screamed, and in the attitude of an eagle hunting for prey, it darted from the sky to the ignorant human on the ground.

Merlin chuckled, he took a step forward, swung his wrist, and the next moment, the sword dance...started.

Five minutes later, the oil painting of the last big wraith used to hide was smashed by Merlin's sword, and those difficult spirits finally lost their bearings. Like a ignited torch, it fluttered wildly in the air, and finally fell in the form of ashes on the floor in front of Merlin's eyes.

And on the creaking floor of the hall, a layer of fine ashes has been spread, which means that all the wraiths in this room have been completely killed.

The flame in the fireplace burned more intensely, and the temperature in the room also became warmer. Even the vague darkness that shrouded the hall was dissipated, and only the last one remained. A group of black shadows entrenched on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Merlin moved his wrist, and he probably figured out some rules of this house.

This house should be a magical object, similar to the bloodstone pendant hanging on Elsa's neck that can hold the entire House of Blood.But it was polluted. Terrible things should have happened in this room, causing spiritual power from unknown dimensions to spread in this room, covering every corner of the room.

Konstantin got the key to the house from nowhere, and he tried to cleanse it, but he apparently failed.

"And one last point."

Merlin moved nimbly and jumped from the wall to the ground under the black mist. Holding the sharp silver sword, he walked towards the stairs on the second floor step by step. It seemed that he had sensed Merlin's approach. The dark power around him was active rapidly, and in the spiritual power that slowly cracked like an eggshell, a guy in a black tattered cloak and holding a shovel stood in the way of Merlin.

It was a tall fellow, with a depressing haze, and under the hood, that face had no eyes, no mouth, no ears, no nose.

This is a monster that makes people creepy at a glance.

But Merlin could see more from the terrifying appearance. Under the strange appearance of this creature, in its body, there was a strange vitality completely different from the human body and other alien species.

"A living alchemy creature?"

Merlin narrowed his eyes, he placed the silver sword horizontally in front of him, and looked at the monster in front of him:

"Contemporary master alchemists can't create a living creature like you... So, who created you?"

Facing Merlin's question, the gloomy alchemy creature's answer was very simple. It grabbed the shovel shining with green light, and slashed at Merlin's head like a long sword.

"Ok."

Merlin dodged this powerful blow, he put the long sword back into his pocket, and drew out the wrathful halberd.

A mass of substantive flames flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he actively activated the power of the angry halberd. As the inner anger rose, the brute force of Merlin's body almost doubled and increased.

"I've had enough."

He said.

The next moment, Merlin, who had 15 times the brute force, stepped forward and swung the halberd in his hand.

"clang"

There was a muffled sound, and amidst the silver light mixed with red halos, the tall alchemy monster was cut in half with a man and a weapon, like a watermelon cut from the center, disgusting Blood and strange organ fragments mixed with metallic luster, as well as the crazily surging dark spiritual power, were scattered everywhere.

At the moment when the monster was hacked to death, behind Merlin, the dilapidated chandelier on the top of the house automatically lit up at this moment.

Under the beige light, a purple figure pushed open the door on the second floor and walked to the railing.

It was a strange looking woman, resembling a human being but slightly different.

She looked at Merlin standing in the hall on the first floor. She bowed her head submissively and saluted Merlin. She said to Merlin with a Victorian accent:

"Welcome back to the Mystery House, master, do you need me to do something for you?"

Merlin looked at the spirit body that looked like a butler, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked:

"This mystery house... who made it?"

The spiritual steward did not hide anything, she replied truthfully:

"Mr. Leonardo di Piero da Vinci made this mystical house to pass on forbidden and dangerous knowledge. It was passed down from generation to generation in the blood of da Vinci's master until 300 Many years ago, the mysterious house was infected by a spirit body for unknown reasons, and the inner core was destroyed, so it was abandoned."

"There have been outsiders trying to find treasures in the mysterious house, but they have all become victims of the mysterious power entrenched in this house, until you, the new owner, arrive..."

(End of this chapter)