The descendant of the Great Sage in Marvel

The nun's body lost its support and slowly slipped in the direction of the Freemason. He opened his mouth slightly, made a tut, stood up, and let the body fall to where he was sitting.

The Freemason stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, turned around and walked towards the confessional that had just been closed.

This confessional looks ordinary, no different from any other confessional. He followed the nun's method before and fumbled on the partition wall for a while.

Soon he found a small gap on it, pressed hard, and then pushed in. There was a soft click, and the buckle on the flour wall was opened. This seemingly very thick lime wall turned out to be a movable sliding door.

Although this sliding door has been built for more than 200 years, it still seems to be very useful. With just a slight push by the Freemasons, the sliding door slides aside to reveal an iron door.

Perhaps because there is a mechanism outside to protect the door, there is no lock on the door. As long as the groove on the door is buckled, the door can be opened.

This member of the Freemason reached out to pull the door expressionlessly. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the iron door, he immediately heard a click, and a burst of white smoke rose from the place where his palm touched the iron door. .

The Freemason jerked his hand back as if he had been stung by a scorpion. He raised his palm to his eyes. It was already scorched black, as if it had been burned by fire for several minutes.

If such a horrific injury were to happen to an ordinary person, it would probably be so painful that he would cry for his father and mother, and would be in agony. But it seemed as if the injury was not on him and he didn't feel it at all.

Under his gaze, a burst of mist suddenly rose from his wound. The sand mist settled in his wound, and slowly spread a layer of fine sand on his palm.

The sand surged back and forth in his palm, and gradually it returned to the same shape as a normal person's, as if he had never been injured.

He moved his palms slightly and fisted twice. After feeling that there was nothing wrong, he turned and walked towards the nun's body.

The Freemason felt disgusted and grabbed one of the nun's legs that was thrown aside, and pulled her body towards the secret door. During the dragging process, the nun's body swayed back and forth, a bell made a crisp sound, and the cross pendant around the nun's neck fell to the ground.

He looked back and saw the cross pendant, its silver surface shining with crystal luster. Finally he no longer kept his expressionless face, and couldn't help but have a strong look of disgust on his face.

He stopped, turned around, stepped on the cross pendant under his feet, twisted it hard a few times, then raised his foot and kicked it aside hard, and flew under the benches in the church, never to be seen again.

The Freemason was satisfied and dragged the body to the secret door again. He grabbed the nun's palm, put it underneath, dug it into the iron door, and pulled hard to remove the secret door. The door opens.

He threw away the nun's hand, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the hand that had just held the nun's hand, and then threw the handkerchief to the repaired body, as if he had just come into contact with something that made him Like disgusting filth.

At this time, there was no one else in the church. He was not worried at all about someone else breaking into the place and strolled into the darkroom. He had just observed it, walked straight to a bookshelf, and started flipping through the books and records inside.

The books on this bookshelf are very unique. Although they are all thick and large, they are more like notebooks filled with notes than books. None of the books here are printed, they are all handwritten.

The Freemason flipped through the pages very quickly. Every time he read a book and didn't find what he wanted, he threw the book on the ground. Soon, his surroundings were in a mess.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer books on the bookshelf, and the Freemason seemed more and more anxious. Suddenly, he punched the bookshelf, causing the entire bookshelf to shake.

The books on the bookshelf, which were already sparse, also swayed one after another with the shaking. Several of the books fell down, revealing the yellow volumes underneath them, which attracted the attention of the Freemasons.

He reached out and picked up the book. Compared with other books on the bookshelf, this book seemed very thin, only about a few dozen pages. He gently opened the cover, revealing the water inside, which was signed in a beautiful font of Katrina.

The Freemason's eyes lit up and he hurriedly opened the book and read the contents carefully. When he carefully turned over the last page, his body suddenly froze, and he searched back and forth in the booklet.

Gradually, his free hand clenched tightly, hammered the table hard, and roared angrily: "Where is it? Damn witch, can you still take it out of this world?"

Wait, his words reminded him, and he seemed to realize something. He opened the title page of the book again and looked at Katrina's signature which read: Finally, sin is with me.

This sentence seems to have been added later and is completely different from the signature below. On the contrary, this handwriting is exactly the same as the handwriting written later on Katrina’s life.

He turned the book to the end, and it was clearly marked, Katrina 17551797, buried in Sleepy Hollow Church Cemetery.

This member of the Freemason couldn't help but smile. As a witch who has been certified, how could he have his own cemetery?

Time had been delayed for a long time, so he immediately turned around and walked out of the secret room, dragged the nun's body into the secret room, and closed the door of the secret room behind him. As soon as the iron door of the secret room was closed, the mechanism outside automatically rebounded, and the entire Penitent returned to its previous appearance.

The Freemason first went to the utility room of the church to get a shovel, and then went straight to a cemetery behind the church.

The church is on the edge of the town of Sleepy Hollow, and the cemetery behind it is located in a forest. Since the establishment of this town, many people who left this town have chosen to come back and bury themselves in their hometown of birth. There are many famous people among them, so the entire cemetery does not seem to be densely packed with tombstones.

The Freemason quickly looked at the signature and time on the tombstone. 2007, 1994, 195, 1797

The tombstones in this area were all people buried here in the first century. He immediately became excited and began to carefully search for Katrina's grave.

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