Lord of Secrets

Ban Laluo felt a little sad when he saw Russell's death. He didn't feel sympathy, but felt that his death was pitiful.

In his plan, even if Russell didn't die, it didn't matter.

He just wanted to divert their attention from Lierli, so he first knocked out a member of the Eternal Night Sect in Laiting City, and finally killed him in the Rainer Valley.

They would definitely sense it if they had the Holy Wolf's toe bones.

With their intelligence, even if Ban Laluo covered himself with a dark curtain and returned to Lierli, it would be difficult for them to focus on Lierli again.

But there are still hidden dangers.

So Ban Laluo's next target is the Holy Wolf's toe bones. If he takes this semi-holy object, then even if he kills the people of the "monster" lineage of the Eternal Night Sect, he will not be discovered.

The Holy Wolf's toe bones can never be reunited...

This is a curse on the Holy Wolf, so it is bound to be scattered everywhere. Therefore, if Ban Laluo has the Holy Wolf's toe bones, the place where he is will be subconsciously ignored by the "monster" lineage.

If Ubemo had not agreed to his request at that time, then his goal would only be to snatch the Holy Wolf's toe bone and then escape.

But this is somewhat difficult. In terms of speed, reaction, strength and body, he is not as good as Russell. It is a bit troublesome to snatch the Holy Wolf's toe bone from the other party.

But now, because of Ubemo, Russell's fate is death.

Then, Panlalo stepped forward and took the Holy Wolf's toe bone from Russell's body.

"Holy Wolf's toe bone:..."

Ubemo took a quick look. Although the information was incomplete, he also roughly understood part of the information of this toe bone.

Immediately, Panlalo said: "I will use Sonat and Perado's characteristic objects to exchange Russell with you... In addition, I will add a favor."

Although an agreement had been reached in advance, Panlalo still felt that he had taken too much advantage.

In addition to the Holy Wolf's toe bone, Russell's characteristic objects were too useful to him, and he did not need to consider the main material of the next fate.

Ubemo nodded. These things were not really useful to him. He just wanted to collect them or trade them in the future.

As time passed, Ubemo picked up the special items of Sonat and Perado, tore off a piece of rag, wrapped it up, and then walked to a nearby place and carefully dug out a bundle of buried explosives.

Panlalo felt his scalp tingling.

This was buried by Ubemo to ensure the implementation of the plan. Even if there were problems in other links, he could lead Russell here, or use the "Mysterious Fire Ring" to teleport him over.

Picking up Russell's special item, Panlalo said, "If he died under the explosives, Russell would definitely die with regret."

For a powerful extraordinary person, it is always a shame to die in such a mortal weapon for any reason.

Wubemo lightly brushed off the fine dust on the explosive tube and said softly: "Then he should really thank himself for dying earlier."

The teasing in Wubemo's words made Panla Luo silent.

"Okay, it's time to leave. I always feel a little weird when I see your eyes." Wubemo turned his body uncomfortably.

"Meishai's gorgeous makeup" made him feel uncomfortable all over. Although he felt that there was no change in his body, in the eyes of outsiders, he was undoubtedly a woman with gorgeous makeup and a little arrogant.

Even if Panla Luo had been looking at him as usual, Wubemo could not pretend that he didn't care about anything.

…

“It’s the 14th day!”

“The bloody feast is about to begin…”

Horus sat on the tree, writing slowly on the old, yellow, wrinkled paper. His fingers seemed to be stiff, slow and heavy.

He liked to look at the dim light, recall the past, and then write a diary in the quiet night.

But Horus didn’t like to write a diary under such circumstances, which made him feel as if he was explaining his last wishes.

Suddenly, Thornes appeared in his mind. Maybe his ending would be the same as Thornes, or even worse.

Take back the wrinkled paper, clip the round-bellied fountain pen in the front pocket of his coat, and watch the darkness deepen quietly.

The dead night made Horus feel quite heavy in his heart, because he couldn’t leave this weird village and could only wait for the arrival of the final night.

He searched every corner of the village, but he didn’t find the hidden secrets like the outsider Thornes. He was not "Psychic" cannot communicate with these dead souls.

Otherwise, he might be able to get more information.

With a sigh, Horus slowly approached the village.

What he can do is maybe go crazy.

What will happen outside?

That is impossible. Horus has already felt an inexplicable restraint that will make him step by step participate in the bloody carnival night.

There is no point in insisting.

Moreover, gradually being eroded by the black fog, he will tend to return to the village.

Even if he fights against it, there is no need.

The advent of the bloody night has brought Horus a revelation in the dark. Those dead souls have already set their sights on him. Even if he does not return to the village, the village will move to his side.

This is the inevitability of the story, and it cannot be disobeyed.

As time slowly passed.

The dead village became weird.

The black fog gradually turned red, like some red pigment mixed in the ink.

And then, the dark village became a little brighter, but it was a crimson light, like the dusk with blood in the sky.

The desolate village seemed to be isolated from the outside world, and candles were lit in every house, and the light shone outside through the windows.

Immediately, the low and messy footsteps slowly sounded...

These scenes looked like:

-The blood-stained sky and earth heralded the coming of death, even the dusk was wailing the song of the end. The numb and desperate people lit candles, wanting to please the evil god and go crazy for the last time...

Horus felt a little trembling.

At this moment, his heart beat a little faster, which even he, as a "gravekeeper", could not restrain.

Did the "gravekeeper" really see through death, so he would not be afraid of death...

Horus just dispelled this idea in an instant.

This is impossible, they are just far less afraid of death than others.

But this is not never afraid.

-It's because they are numb...

Numb...so they are not afraid.

But when the real death comes, they can't calm down.

It's just a moment, he feels better.

He is gradually conforming to the rules of the "Gravekeeper", maybe not for others, but for himself.

Horus didn't know how to describe this situation, but he still had a guess.

-- That is, as he continues to understand the "Gravekeeper", he will gradually inherit some of the power.

This is the key to the mystery, and Horus has it in his hand.

But soon, he put his attention back to the village, and he had to take back other thoughts.

The most important thing now is to survive.

As the wooden door turned, the "creaking" sound kept interweaving, like the sound from hell, playing the elegy of death.

The black fog at this time seemed to no longer isolate the sound.

Then, the dull villagers came out one by one and gathered in front of Romtz and several other families.

And at this time, Horus could no longer control his pace and walked towards Romtz's house.

Horus had a thought of resistance.

The others turned a blind eye and stood like corpses.

Horus seemed to be controlled. Even if he tried various methods, he could not resist. He was now a puppet being manipulated.

In the end, he lay on the bed that belonged to Romuz.

The original Romuz body had disappeared.

Horus looked at the darkness around him quietly. There was no candlelight, just dead silence.

He could not hear the sound outside, no noise, just like the quiet nights in the past, quietly waiting for a happy dream.

But he already knew that madness was about to begin, and crimson was the main color tonight.

The tranquility at this time would not make him happy, but only make him irritable and panic, especially when he kept counting the upcoming bloody opening in his heart, and then waited until the last number fell, but picked it up again, and kept going back and forth.

... This would only make him more tormented.

Horus seemed to have guessed his fate, which was to replace Romuz and become their food.

He is just a blood food...

...

"Laria, He will be weaker, Nanafi's death is worth it..."

In the gorgeous room, Ivdes looked at the ugly and shriveled eyeball in front of her and said with a slight smile.

Then, she crossed her legs and sat elegantly in another direction.

Laria sat on the sofa with a calm face. She didn't care about Nanafi's death. Then she said, "Miss, He has died once, and the god of death took His life. He... is only worthy of being your plaything."

Ivdes sighed softly, lifted the hem of her skirt, picked up the black dagger from between her legs, and finally inserted it into the eyeball.

Immediately, dark red blood stained with oil flowed out, accompanied by some wriggling worms, and finally turned into powder.

"We are not safe yet, and He does not deserve it."

Laria heard this and replied: "Indeed, that dirty guy and His descendants can only play these stupid tricks, and their final fate is death."

Yifedes agreed with Lariya's words: "Indeed, I have seen His and their final fate, which is death... History can be falsified, but time cannot, because time is the greatest..."

Laria stood up, looked at Yifedes, lifted her skirt, bent slightly, performed a standard Feroza noble etiquette, and then said: "May you be free."

"May I be free..."