Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

"Because you are my friend!"

Azik said as if it was a matter of course.

Friend?

She was also a friend of Azik, so Olivia didn't know what to say. She sighed and turned her head to look at the violent sea again.

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The bells at night rang quietly, as if coming from a very far away place.

There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with withered vines climbing all over the walls and gray stones falling everywhere.

Inside the chapel, feces and debris were intertwined, and stone piles and dead grass were interspersed.

In the half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man in black tights moved the stone that concealed the entrance of the cave, carrying excavation tools, lighting equipment and soil transport baskets, and carefully and excitedly drilled into the tunnel.

He had gray hair and swollen bags under his eyes. He was the Baron of Raft Pound, who was believed to have mental illness by the outside world, and a hidden descendant of the Tudor family of the Fourth Epoch.

This dandy who always had affairs with high-class call girls had a serious expression and bright eyes, and there was no sign of him indulging in alcohol and sex.

He supported himself with his elbows and quickly crawled diagonally downward, as if the end of the tunnel was the biggest and only hope of his life.

Not long after, he touched the wet soil and cold stone in front of him.

This did not extinguish Raft Pound's enthusiasm, and he repeated the movements that he had become extremely skilled in for some time.

Digging, moving, and transporting, suddenly, there was an empty space in front of him, and a dark underground palace appeared.

Raft Pound's expression suddenly became crazy with excitement, and he suddenly reached forward and grabbed a black iron emblem.

There was a hand holding a scepter on the emblem, which made Raft Pound's eyes shine, as if they were burning.

As soon as he put the black iron emblem on his chest, everything in front of him suddenly shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel, and there was still wet soil and cold stone in front of him.

No, in addition to this, there was another person who was quietly "watching" him.

That was a person without eyes, nose, mouth, eyebrows, and ears!

Raft Pound's pupils shrank, and he felt numbness rising from below the waist, along the spine, and straight to the back of his head.

Without thinking, he immediately dropped all the utensils and retreated madly.

His elbows slammed against the ground, and his flesh and blood were bruised, but he didn't feel any pain.

Finally, Raft Pound left the tunnel and returned to the abandoned chapel.

Because the lantern was lost, he could only see the deep darkness and the dim "crimson" shrouding the edge.

Suddenly, the withered vines climbing on the wall shook like a snake, and a figure walked out of the darkness.

She was wearing a Gothic court dress and a small black bonnet. She had a pale, almost transparent face, pale blond hair and blue eyes that were unlike those of a human.

Raft Pound almost shouted. Such a woman in such an environment was no different from the ghost stories in folklore!

Da, da, da!

He took a few steps back and almost tripped over a stone.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something and suppressed his fear. He showed an expression of uneasiness and hope, excitement and expectation:

"You, are you the evil spirit in the underground palace?

"Yes, it must be you! "

Baron, you seem to have misunderstood something...

"Faceless Man" Klein emerged from the tunnel and stood quietly in the shadows.

This time Klein came here alone. He wanted to go to the ruins. Now he is a faceless man of Sequence 6.

His original plan was to scare away Raft Pound by playing tricks, so that he would never dare to spy on the underground ruins again, but the other party's reaction was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Raft Pound exhaled quietly, curled his lips and said:

"After so many years of trying, I think you should have understood that killing the descendants of the Tudor family will not help you to remove the seal."

"Only by cooperating with me, who has the great blood of Tudor, can you hope to get rid of the predicament that has lasted for more than two thousand years."

The people of the Tudor family knew the existence of evil spirits, but they still died in that room...

Klein frowned in confusion, and before Sharon could speak, he raised his voice and imitated the other party's illusory voice:

"Why did you come until today? ”

This is a branch of the extraordinary ability of the "Faceless Man" - simulating the target's voice. As long as you have heard it, you can reproduce it!

Of course, Klein believes that he cannot repeat the mumbling of the "True Creator" and the cry for help from Mr. "Door". This extraordinary ability is currently limited to the field of ordinary people.

Raft Pound did not notice it and laughed:

"Because the 'Black Emperor' has appeared.

"Fate tells me that the glory of the 'Blood Emperor' will soon reappear!"

Is there any logical relationship between this?

Klein inexplicably felt that Raft Pound today was more like a madman than before.

How come I don't know?

Klein laughed.

He thought about it, stopped talking, and gave up the right to ask questions.

Seeing this, Raft Pound was delighted and hurriedly asked:

"So, what is your answer?"

Raft suppressed his anxious mood and tried to persuade the other party again.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly straightened, and he suddenly took a few steps to the side and came to a stone wall that was still intact.

This...

Klein and Sharon noticed the abnormality at the same time and responded to it. One of them pulled out his revolver and aimed at Raft Pound, and the other filled the ruined chapel with crimson moonlight.

Raft Pound didn't even look at them. He faced the stone wall, exerted his back and waist, and smashed his head hard on it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He hit it three times in a row, and fainted with blood on his forehead.

Then, he climbed up again, and his eyes were bloodshot for some reason.

Raft Pound raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, leaving his palm full of blood.

He stretched out his tongue and licked the scarlet liquid, saying intoxicatedly:

"Tudor's blood is so delicious, it's intoxicating.

"This will make my hatred exceed the limit to the maximum, helping me to temporarily expand the boundaries of the seal."

Klein aimed his gun at the other party and asked in a slightly stunned manner:

"The evil spirit in the ruins? "

A streak of blood slid across Raft Pound's face, and he smiled horribly:

"You guessed right.

"I had judged that you were weak before, and wanted to pollute your mind, enter your dream, and seduce you to save me. Who knew, haha, you were also a person with a secret."

Don't be so direct...

Klein subconsciously glanced at Sharon and found that she was normal.

"What do you want to do?" Klein asked directly.

The evil spirit sighed:

"I am just an innocent person who was killed because of Alistair Tudor's ambition. Because of the restraint of the corpse, I have been trapped in that underground ruins for nearly or more than two thousand years.

"I hope you can help me get out of trouble and let me become a free spirit. I swear, I will not deal with innocent people."

"You will be rewarded."

"It is an item that can be called magical and precious. Because of a certain degree of attraction, its holder came to the underground palace and died beside the descendants of Tudor.

"This is what it looks like."

As he spoke, the evil spirit spread out his palm, allowing the crimson moonlight to condense into a picture.

In the picture, there was a normal-sized tarot card, and the image on it was completely different from other types. The person sitting in the chariot was not a king, but a male priest wearing a crimson robe.

This...

The blasphemous card!

Sequence 0: Red Priest!