Do not disturb the evil spirits [Unlimited]

It was evening.

The black crow flew away from the thin black branch and landed on the ground with shaking wings.

The last twilight on the horizon is about to be swallowed up by darkness.The surrounding temperature has dropped, and the cold wind is shrill, blowing eerie shadows.

The four awakened people surrounded the pit, facing the horribly black coffin, speechless for a while.

Domingo took a light breath and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.He frowned, and said in a slightly heavy tone: "Man, we probably found it. But how to deal with him is a big problem."

"My intuition tells me that opening this coffin like this may cause serious problems." Song Zan murmured.

With that said, Song Zan put down the shovel and encouraged his companions: "However, this is also a coffin, and there must be a corpse lying in it. Could it be more troublesome than the living butler Rudolph?"

Garcia looked at him and shook his head seriously.

Domingo explained on the side: "Based on our previous experience in other illusions, this coffin must not be opened easily. Seeing that the coffin is tightly bound by chains, you can see that it is probably for sealing something thing--"

"Could it be that Kado Morandon can come back from the dead here?" Song Zan was speechless.

"Have you forgotten, what he got is a special ability related to 'time'." Zhao Lin said, he kept staring at the black coffin board, as if he was sensing the danger of the things locked in the coffin, "The castle's Time is still looping. It means that his ability has not expired."

"...In other words, although his ability is out of control, he is not necessarily dead."

Song Zan twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the coffin lying in the pit, and suddenly felt like his hairs were standing on end.

"But we have to be sure, is the one we dug up Ricardo Morandon?" Song Zan said in a low voice.

Zhao Lin thought for a moment, lowered his head, and looked at the black crow that was parked beside the coffin.

"What do you think?" he said, as if asking someone for advice.

"Boss, even if we are in an emergency right now, you can't ask a question to a bird, right?" Song Zan said with some amusement, and the next second, the black crow soared into the sky, flapping its wings and turning into a black ball. fog.

After the black mist dissipated, what appeared in front of them was a huge strange bird with blood-red eyeballs and a jet-black flame burning its tail feathers.

"——What is this?!" Song Zan and Garcia took two steps back in fright.

But the strange bird had no intention of attacking them.

It stood on the coffin with one foot, tilted its head slightly, and pecked the coffin board twice in a "duduo" manner.

Nothing happened.

Song Zan hesitated: "This... is this a variant of woodpecker?"

The strange bird was a little dissatisfied, its eyeballs turned towards Song Zan's direction, and then it let out a hoarse cry - it's hard to describe what it feels like to hear this sound.All internal organs are vibrating, and the temples seem to be clamped by pliers.

Song Zan wanted to vomit, but was afraid that he would spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

Fortunately, the strange bird soon stopped singing.It lowered its head and scratched its claws on the coffin, seeming a little impatient.

Zhao Lin stared at it for a few seconds, closed his eyes, and said helplessly, "Open the coffin."

"What?" Song Zan, who was covering his head, still felt a little nauseous, as if he was motion sick, "Do you really want to drive?"

Domingo glanced sharply at the big bird squatting comfortably on the coffin: "Is this sent by Master Morandon?"

Zhao Lin nodded.

"It's called Ghost Crying Thrush." ​​Zhao Lin said, "I've seen it...beside him."

"Ghost Crying Thrush? This is an A-level disaster—" Garcia's mouth opened into an "o" shape, and he glanced at the giant black bird with a trace of fear in surprise, "Who has the ability to drive it?"

"Although this kind of ability is rare, it is not without precedent." Domingo stared at the big bird closely, with a vigilant expression, "Our Spanish Disaster Prevention Bureau has registered a similar ability. I remember it is called... 'Traveling the God'. It means controlling a strange creature whose level is lower than his."

"We seem to have a similar one there." Song Zan thought for a while, "but his talent name is 'Ghost Control'. Judging from his registered level, it's impossible to control an A-level disaster like the Ghost Crying Thrush in this lifetime. "

"It's confirmed now, the opponent's ability is at least above S level." Garcia quietly held his breath, "No wonder you are so confident..."

Saying that, Ghost Crying Thrush stood up and looked around them.

"Open the museum first." Zhao Lin said, "Ghost Weeping Thrush's instruction is the instruction of 'Master Morandon'."

Song Zan looked down at the dark coffin and felt a chill down his back, but he gritted his teeth and picked up the shovel and threw it at the entangled chain.

With a bang, the iron lock fell to the ground.

Song Zan walked into the pit cautiously and pushed the coffin board with his hands. Seeing this, Domingo also went down to help.With little effort, the two pushed the lid of the coffin out of a gap.

Suddenly, the surrounding wind became violent, cutting their faces like knives, and breaking off the black branches of the trees from time to time.The branches and leaves were either swept away by the strong wind, or rolled to the ground, and there was a sudden "crack" sound——

The Awakened are surrounded by black branches.

Song Zan and Domingo continued to push the coffin.

The contents of the coffin gradually appeared in front of them.

It was a man between youth and middle age.There was a pale, melancholy beauty in his face.At a glance, it was obvious that he was related to Young Master Morandon by blood, because there were countless subtle similarities in their facial features.

He folded his hands and placed them on his chest.The clothes under the palms were stained with dirt.It looked like old blood.

The most important thing was that, apart from the astonishing paleness of his complexion, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and his body didn't look like it was about to rot.

Song Zan: "..." He didn't know whether he should be afraid or not!

He has always been afraid that a rotten zombie like that in Hong Kong movies will pop out of the coffin. He is also afraid of the green-skinned zombies that eat human brains that are popular in the West.

But the face of the corpse in front of him didn't rot at all. Although it was weird, it comforted his nervous heart strangely——

It's a pity that he was too happy too soon.

I don't know when it started, that thick, invisible mist floated in the black forest again, faintly approaching the direction that was shining on them.

Look carefully, there seems to be a dusty shadow among the trees.Taking a closer look, the figure was clearly a woman in a gray petticoat.It's just that her movements were stiff, her bare feet were covered with mud, and her bones were even faintly exposed.

Song Zan: "!!!"

He recognized at a glance that it was the maid Sophie who died by "hanging herself"!

"We have to leave here quickly." Domingo said, "This is their home field, we can't take advantage of it. Let's go back to the castle."

The rest of the people nodded.

Ghost Crying Thrush flew into the air, its figure turned into a puff of smoke, and disappeared in the air in a blink of an eye.

"Hey! Don't care about us now? Thanks to the fact that we dug a hole for a long time, do you have a conscience!" Song Zan shouted.

"Don't be poor!" Zhao Lin pushed him, "Hurry up and leave!"

at the same time.

in the castle.

The butler Rudolph is preparing for the ceremony of summoning the gods together with his chefs.

They sharpened and sharpened a new, unused set of knives, and specially built an exquisite silver basin to enshrine the "poems in praise of the gods" written by Rudolph the steward.

When Rudolph does this, he is often very strict-his hair is combed meticulously, a gold monocle hangs from his nose, and his bow tie is as white as new snow.This rigor can please him a little bit.

He feels a heartfelt satisfaction when nothing unexpected happens throughout the day.

The castle had another perfect day under his watch.

The burly cook sat on a small wooden pier with a whetstone in front of him.He sharpened the knife vigorously, with mechanical concentration and never stopping, which looked a little funny.

Suddenly, with a bang, the knife being sharpened in the chef's hand fell to the ground.

The butler's blue veins twitched: "What are you doing again—"

I saw the cook staring blankly out of the castle window.

It was very dark outside the window.It was as if God pulled down the black curtain.It was extremely quiet all around.

The butler frowned, and looked in that direction - his expression was blank for a moment, and then twisted into an extremely angry look.

"That's the Black Woods! Ricardo Morandon . . . who set him free! He deserves to die—he deserves to die!"

The butler went straight to the window cursing.Thanks to the higher position of the kitchen, he could clearly see the thick fog rising from the black woods, and... two figures looming slowly in the fog.

One male and one female.

The silhouettes are all damn familiar.

And not only Ricardo Morandon.And Sophie Ireland, the maid who died by hanging herself.

The butler's hands trembled slightly.

"No... no! The summoning ceremony is about to start, and I'm about to gain the power of God! I must not make a mistake at this time!" said the butler through gritted teeth, and the huge moth-shaped wings behind him slowly unfolded. He almost bit his gums to blood, looking as if he was going to have a duel with someone, "Bring that young master to me, and that stupid bug we kept—we have Their children. They are wary of rats. As long as we don't take the initiative to step into the dark woods, there is nothing to be afraid of."

The more the butler spoke, the louder the volume became.

The chef seemed to understand, and with a displeased face, he nodded hastily to the butler, his pure white pupils almost turned up instantly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the kitchen door.

"Mr. Butler, Mr. Butler!" A crisp female voice came, and she shouted anxiously, "It's no good, those detectives are all gone!"