Meow!
The black cat's meow echoed across the open ground surrounded by a secluded grove of trees. Whether they were adult men in black robes or teenagers of only fifteen or sixteen years old, they all turned their gazes to the corpse lying in the center.
A cold, damp wind blew by, and the black cat landed on the ground, staring intently at the human who had just thrown it out, its tail swishing wildly.
Suddenly, its fur bristled again, and it leaped up, running swiftly in another direction.
Unfortunately, all of this did not attract any attention; the humans present all stared intently at the motionless corpse.
Time ticked by, but the corpse showed no signs of any change.
"Failed again?" A boy approached, squatted down, and poked the corpse's skin with his finger.
"No response." He turned halfway around and said to the man in black robes and his companions.
Just then, he felt a gust of wind blowing up onto his face.
With a whoosh, the corpse sat up!
The boy was startled, then cheered with delight:
"It's a success! It's a success..."
Before he could finish speaking, the corpse suddenly grabbed his shoulder, pulled him into its arms, opened its mouth, and bit down, making a "plop" sound as blood flowed freely.
"Ah! Help!" the boy screamed in terror, trying with all his might to pull himself back, but he couldn't break free.
The corpse raised its head, revealing gleaming white teeth, bits of flesh hanging between them, and blood flowing from its mouth.
The man in black robes was taken aback at first, then took out a brass-colored whistle, put it in his mouth, and blew it.
Then, he Hermes:
"I command you in the name of Death!"
As the sound echoed, the corpse stopped gnawing and froze in place for a moment.
The boy, whose neck and shoulders were bitten and mangled, lay limp, seemingly soulless, while the soil around his lower body was damp.
"It really works..." the black-robed man murmured in surprise, pointing at the corpse and Hermes, "Get up!"
The corpse suddenly stood up, then swung its arms and ran off into the depths of the secluded woods.
"Come back!" the man in black robes shouted in surprise, but he did not see the corpse stop moving.
He quickly blew his whistle again and shouted in a solemn and authoritative tone:
"In the name of Death, I command you to return!"
As he spoke, the corpse's silhouette disappeared into the shadows of the trees.
"I told you to come back..." The man in black robes stood there, stunned, muttering to himself.
Inside the woods, Klein held Azik Copper Whistle and matchbox in one hand, while continuously lighting matches with the other, then flicking his wrist to extinguish them and throwing them on the ground.
During this process, he retreated in an arc.
Thump thump thump!
A pale, foul-smelling corpse rushed forward, its lifeless eyes fixed on the ancient and exquisite bronze whistle.
As Klein retreated, he puffed out his cheeks, aimed at the corpse, and mimicked a sound:
"Bang!"
The corpse suddenly swayed, revealing a penetrating wound in its chest.
"Bang!"
Klein puffed out his cheeks again and exhaled, firing an Air Bullet.
Thud! Half of the corpse's head was broken off, and putrid liquid dripped out continuously.
However, this was not a fatal injury for it; its running only paused briefly before it resumed.
Seeing this, Klein took a step back and made a sound.
Snap!
A bright flame rose from the ground, engulfing the corpse and igniting its outer garments.
Thump thump thump!
The corpse charged through the flames and continued forward like a mad bull.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Klein snapped his fingers repeatedly, causing crimson flames to erupt from the ground.
The corpse passed through the flames without feeling any pain; its body gradually began to burn, and the burning became increasingly intense, giving one the eerie feeling of a melting candle.
Finally, the corpse that had turned into a torch rushed in front of Klein and reached out with a claw.
At the same time, a flame shot up, engulfing both him and Klein.
The corpse grabbed Klein's shoulder, but only managed to squeeze out scattered sparks.
Klein's figure vanished in the crimson flames, reappearing at the furthest bonfire.
The corpse seemed to have finally exhausted all its strength, and stopped struggling. It quickly melted away in the flames, which had turned slightly greenish, and became ashes and wax.
"He's stronger than any of the Living Corpse and Wraith I've ever encountered before, well, not even Mr. Azik's descendant... If it weren't for me, they would all be dead here today." Klein shook his head, walked through the woods, and headed towards the open area.
At this moment, the man in black robes had already noticed the change in the woods and turned to run away without hesitation. The seven or eight boys and girls scattered at first, but as they ran, they realized that they were all alone and stopped in fear, returning to their original spot and gathering together.
Having just witnessed the corpses being awakened and devouring flesh, they dared not flee alone into the deep night.
This will make them feel a chill on the back of their necks.
They looked at each other, none of them daring to help the boy whose neck and shoulders were covered in blood and gore, fearing he might turn into Living Corpse at any moment.
In a brief, heart-pounding silence, they were astonished to see a Clown in flamboyant clothes and painted with red, yellow, and white paint emerge from the woods.
This is an illusion created directly by Klein.
He looked around, not chasing after the man in black, and asked in a hoarse voice:
Who was presiding over the ceremony just now?
Who? The teenagers seemed stunned, and after several seconds, a trembling young boy finally answered:
"He, he is our Ancient Feysac teacher Capote Reed..."
He claimed to have a deep understanding of death and wanted to lead us in the search for the secrets of immortality.
So he's a teacher at the school... The secret of immortality? That's some serious bragging... Judging from his behavior just now, this guy isn't a " Spirit Medium," at most a " Gravedigger," maybe even only Sequence 9, just Corpse Collector... Of course, he might not be on the Death Pathway, just joined the Spirituality Religion out of worship... After Klein found out where Caupsty lived, he thought for a moment and said:
"Go back now, don't get involved in this anymore, and don't let this get out."
"Otherwise, you will all die."
Then he emphasized it again:
They will all die.
The teenagers, terrified by what had just happened, nodded frantically, leaning on each other as they prepared to leave.
At this moment, a girl with smooth, flowing hair pointed at her companion groaning in pain on the ground and said:
"Is he... is he alright?"
"He won't die immediately, but he needs to be taken to the Doctor. Tell them he was bitten by a hyena that eats carrion." Klein ignored them and headed back into the woods.
The young boy and girl exchanged glances, and one of them blurted out:
"Excuse me, excuse me, how should I address you?"
Klein smiled and replied in a low voice, deliberately misleading the other party:
"I'm just a Gatekeeper of Hell."
As he spoke, a mist suddenly billowed out, and his figure vanished from the spot.
Of course, this is all an illusion.
" The Gatekeeper of Hell?" the young man and woman repeated the word in hushed tones, each lost in their own thoughts.
However, after a bone-chilling gust of wind, they shivered again, helped their companions up, and left without looking back.
So this is a member of the Spirituality Religion? What a disappointment... If he hadn't abandoned his current identity, I'd visit him in the middle of the night whenever I had time, to see what he knows. Hmm, I need to teach him a lesson so he won't dare to harm the students again. Are " Spirit Dance " and " Resurrection Ritual " something to be messed with? Klein habitually made his judgment from the perspective of Nighthawks.
Soon, he returned to the outside of Lago Calman's mansion and patiently waited for the security personnel to move.
As soon as he found an opportunity, he immediately jumped over the fence, quickly approached the house along the shadows, and quietly climbed onto the balcony.
At this moment, the dummy disguised as him was still smoking.
Snap! Klein snapped his fingers lightly.
The figure before him instantly transformed into a thin sheet of paper and floated into his palm.
This piece of paper is now covered in rust-red marks and is no longer usable.
Klein didn't dare to throw it away carelessly, so he folded it up, put it in his pocket, and carefully stored it away.
Having done all this, he leisurely stepped into the corridor and returned to Adol's bedroom.
"Why did it take you so long?" Stuart asked, his voice trembling slightly.
He had just gone to the door to scout and found Sherlock Moriarty smoking one cigarette after another, but duty prevented him from leaving the bedroom.
Klein smiled and said:
"Take a break, relax a bit. You can go too, I don't mind."
"I..." Stuart was about to agree when he suddenly realized that he would be all alone on the balcony, surrounded by the deep darkness of night, dim lighting, a chilly wind, and an environment that always reminded him of ghost stories.
So he forced a smile and said:
"It's okay, I don't need it."
Klein smiled without saying a word, sat down again, and let the armchair gently and slowly rock in the Evernight.
The shaking continued until dawn, and nothing more happened.
Adol regained consciousness, sat on the bed, and stared blankly into space.
Klein said nothing, switched places with Kaslana and her female assistant, and slowly went to the guest room to catch up on his sleep.
As he drifted off to sleep, he heard Lago Calman shout in surprise and delight:
"Oh, my child, are you alright?"
"With the Storm raging, I'm donating £300 to the church!"
"You... you're saying they won't come to kill you? You've misunderstood?"
300 pounds? That's extravagant... Klein rolled over, hugged the soft, warm blankets, and muttered.
Then he continued to sleep soundly.
Around noon, Klein went downstairs for lunch. Kaslana sat opposite him, frowning slightly, and asked:
Did anything happen last night?
"No," Klein replied succinctly, then chuckled, "Does Adol's going to the bathroom after waking up count?"
Stuart, standing beside him, slowed his movements and nodded in agreement.
Kaslana's gaze swept across their faces before returning to her own, and she answered in a deep voice:
"No."
Klein smiled slightly and skillfully began cutting the steak.
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