Do not disturb the evil spirits [Unlimited]

There was a moment of dead silence in the kitchen.

For a moment, the moth wings on the butler's back were retracted, leaving only the sound of panting echoing in the room.

The butler covered his forehead with one hand, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

"...Grushy." The butler called softly.It seemed that he hadn't called this name for many years, so when the chef heard the butler calling his name, he was even a little puzzled. It took him a while to react, and he responded in a low voice: "Yes, Mr. Butler."

Steward: "Are you afraid? Ricardo Morandon is coming back."

Grouchy: "I'm not scared."

The butler asked with a gloomy expression, "Why?"

"I'm not... afraid." Grouchy paused, then seriously whispered back, "I don't remember what it feels like to be 'scared'."

"..."

indeed.

So what if Ricardo Morandon came back from the dead?

What is the difference between their life now and their death?

A crazy smile appeared on the butler's face.

"Take the torch, Grouchy," he ordered softly. "Tie up little Morandon, and take him to the highest terrace of the castle. As for the immortal bug... bring it with you. As long as If it dares to resist, you can kill it, and it doesn’t matter.”

"Yes." Grouchy answered briefly, opened the door, and walked away.

The butler's eyes fell on another person outside the door.

She was an ordinary maid, short in stature, and the housekeeper couldn't remember her name.She turned sideways nervously to give the chef the way to the corridor, then raised her head and turned her gaze to the butler Rudolph.

"Mr. Steward." The maid's voice was full of guilt, "I'm sorry, we couldn't keep an eye on them..."

But she didn't show much fear.

After all, although the housekeeper is strict, he rarely punishes servants without reason.They all considered the butler to be a competent and impartial administrator.So, at best, she was just worried about whether she could keep the job.

But she never imagined that she would lose her life because of this.

The butler opened his mouth expressionlessly, and the black mouthparts pierced the maid's neck like a sharp arrow.

In just a split second, blood splattered everywhere.

There was a piece of flesh in the maid's throat——she was trembling, and covered the hole with her hands in disbelief, but she still couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

"thump".She fell to the ground.

The butler passed her without looking sideways, stepping into the pool of blood spreading from her body without hesitation.

He bent down condescendingly, his temples were slightly mixed with silver-white hair, and his cold eyes rolled upwards, turning into a frightening pure white!

The butler stared at the maid who couldn't make a sound, bent down and gradually approached her.The maid's eyes gradually widened due to panic, like two blurred mirrors, reflecting the gradually mutated body of the butler.

A few seconds later, the man standing beside her was gone.All that was left was a giant moth.Its wings were gray, shriveled and dull as dead leaves.

"No... strange, monster...!"

The maid leaned back with difficulty, her blood-stained hands trembling and smearing a few bloodstains on the ground.

But the moth approached her slowly and silently——

A few seconds later, there were slight sucking and chewing sounds from the kitchen.

After the moth "has a full meal", it raises its head, and the dark lines of its wings seem to become plump and smooth.It left the mess on the ground, flapped its wings, and crawled out.

It is going to hunt to replenish its energy.

Apart from the few sacrifices, the few remaining servants in the castle are all "supplements" it has prepared for itself.

……

the other end.

The quartet of awakeners ran out of escape speed and returned to the building area of ​​the castle from the black forest.

Looking back, the dense fog has risen from the forest, but the speed of spreading is not fast, and it will take about a few minutes to reach the courtyard of the castle.

At this time, it was already dark.For some reason, many places that should be lit are not lit.The castle was dead silent.

"My... my God." Panting slightly, Song Zan said with lingering fear, "Why did it suddenly fog up again? Plus that Sophie's soul also wandered out—it's really scary!"

"I just looked back when I was running." Domingo couldn't bear it anymore, and pressed his crooked hat hard, "The man in the coffin seems to have really come back to life."

Song Zan: "Huh? Really dead? Fortunately, we ran fast! Fortunately, fortunately."

Domingo sighed, and asked Song Zan with some doubts: "Tell me, why did you join the Disaster Prevention and Control Bureau with your guts? Are you afraid that you will scare yourself to death someday?"

"Actually... you can't be scared to death." Song Zan said tactfully, "I just try to avoid these things from leaving a psychological shadow on me."

Every Awakened has a way of regulating their own stress.

Some, like Zhaolin, use themselves purely as a tool to vent their negative emotions by performing tasks; there are also people like Song Zan, who complain when they are tired, and participate in a few carnival parties anonymously when they are stressed, reminding themselves all the time is a need Ordinary people who pay attention to mental health—because he doesn’t try to be brave, and he repeatedly builds himself up psychologically, so it’s not easy to leave deep psychological trauma—as long as his mental state is always this healthy, he can always be a member of the Prevention and Control Bureau. The executives are glowing and glowing in their posts.

Listening to his explanation, Domingo always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

"Everyone has their own method." Song Zan patted Domingo on the shoulder, "You don't have to force to understand my logic."

Domingo sighed lightly and said nothing more.

"This formation is really unusual." Garcia, who was standing at the end of the line, looked at the endless fog and shuddered slightly, "I don't know that Master Morandon told us to take people out of the coffin What is the purpose of letting it out. Ricardo and Sophie, plus those two monsters in the castle... If there is a fight, we will be enemies."

"I'm not worried about whether we can win or not. I'm more worried about whether we have chosen the right strategy." Song Zan pursed his chapped lips, feeling that his throat was about to smoke.

"I hope." Garcia said, still staring vigilantly at the thick fog in the distance.

For a while, no one spoke.

Song Zan quietly lifted up his cuffs that had been stained with mud: As expected, both of his forearms were covered with a layer of gray, without any luster, completely different from normal human skin.

... The illusion was eroding him more and more seriously.

Song Zan put down his cuffs again, took a light breath, looked normal, and said nothing.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of burning torches not far away.

Several people turned their heads and found that the fire was on the terrace on the third floor of the castle.

Firelight illuminates part of the space on the terrace.They took a closer look and found that Master Morandon was actually on the terrace, but his condition did not look very good: the boy was tied up with ropes and fell to the ground, as if he had passed out.And standing behind him was the familiar chef.The cook turned his back to the young master, as if he was struggling to pull something onto the terrace.

"No way, this young master overturned the car?" Song Zan murmured, "Where did his Ghost Crying Thrush go? Or is he acting again?"

Only Zhao Lin knew in his heart that even if Si Qingxuan was acting, he would not wrong himself so much.

Therefore, the one on the balcony can only be the real body of the young master.

They watched the chef work hard on the spot for a long time, as if he had exhausted all his strength to feed himself, and then he pulled a huge, writhing thing to his feet.

The awakened ones took a closer look and found that it was a limp, fat worm that couldn't be fatter.

Awakened: "..."

"What is this?" Song Zan said with an indescribable face, "Their secret weapon?"

But soon, Song Zan dispelled this absurd idea.

I saw that the mist was like waves, slowly flooding the road in front of the castle gate in a slow but irresistible manner.

From the depths of the fog, a woman in a gray petticoat stepped out.Her expression was dull, but her eyes were fixed on the firelit terrace.

...is "Sophie the Hanged".

The worm, which had been writhing in the chef's hands, suddenly became quiet.

"Mother……"

A delicate voice suddenly came from the worm's body.

The Awakened were stunned for a few seconds.

And Sophie's reaction was obviously bigger than theirs.Her pupils trembled, and then a dead anger appeared on her blue-white face.She didn't seem to be able to express her anger in words, she just held out her hands—

The soaring black tree vines suddenly sprang out like a group of living snakes, and kept climbing to the high terrace.

Seeing this, the chef standing on the terrace drew his knife coldly and plunged it into the worm's tail.

The worm let out a scream and kept rolling on the ground.

Sophie paused.

Those black branches also fell silent in an instant, and did not continue to rise.But they twisted fiercely into the cracks in the masonry as if venting their anger, almost pulling a few cracks in the walls of the castle.

Song Zan understood the current situation, that worm was Sophie's missing child!

"Bah, how despicable. That child came to threaten others? Aren't you born by your mother, so wicked!" Song Zan cursed secretly.

And Domingo and Garcia also looked at each other.

"It's pollution." Zhao Lin said in a low voice, "They used their aura to pollute that child."

No matter how you say it, it's too low-handed to start with a child.

"Grushy. Let him go."

A person came out of the thick fog.

He came like Moses parting the sea.The thick fog avoided him docilely, and black vines grew and entrenched along his steps.His face was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

The cook stared at him blankly, and involuntarily pulled the knife out of the worm (the worm let out another miserable whine).The chef's actions were a bit apprehensive, as if he was subconsciously following the man's advice.

Seeing this, the man showed a slight smile.

"Long time no see, Grouchy." He greeted the chef, "Where's Rudolph? Why are you alone?"

"Mr. Steward... is..." The chef's tongue seemed to be tied, "Mr. Steward, he is dealing with the affairs of the castle. He is very busy..."

"I know. Rudolph has always been busy." The man smiled even more, but his tone was very gentle from the beginning to the end, "But I finally came back, shouldn't he come to see me right away? "

The chef said nothing more.There was a guilty expression on his face.

At this moment, Sophie raised her hand suddenly, and the black branch jumped up to the roof of the castle in an instant, stabbing the chef's chest precisely.

"Shh." The man made a silent gesture and said, "Sophie, we have to be patient."

So the vines fell silent.

Sophie was a little annoyed, but stopped attacking.

"Threatening a child is really not an honorable thing." The man shook his head and said to the chef, "Grushy, let him go. If you have any grievances, you can attack me." His gaze stayed on Young Master Morandon, and he said, "Is this...my child? It has grown so big. Time really flies by."

Song Zan's hairs stood on end while listening.

He couldn't help whispering to Garcia next to him: "No way, his children are so old and so young, it seems that they haven't grown old after being locked in a coffin. He still sighs that the years are not forgiving ? Should the diaphragm respond or not?”

Garcia: "...you keep your voice down!"

At this time, the quiz game between the man and the chef continued.

Man: "What are you trying to do with my child tied up, Grouchy?"

The cook finally said, "He is a sacrifice hand-picked by the gods—the gods want him to be a container!"

The smile on the man's face faded a lot in an instant: "God named him as a container? No, it's impossible. God never names anyone. Only we try to get a glimpse of God. God will not pay attention to us in the human world. Something. Rudolph, I guess, is going to perform the summoning ceremony, and wants to sacrifice my child-is it?"

The butler's plan was instantly pointed out by him.

The chef didn't know what to say.Saying anything is like quibbling.But the man didn't look angry, he just quietly waited for the chef's answer.

Suddenly, the glass of an attic high up in the castle was shattered.Drilled out of it was a huge, gorgeous moth that seemed to be born out of a cocoon—its wings were silvery as light as moonlight, and rippling greens flowed from its tail, like unpredictable auroras.

There is a kind of beauty that hits the soul directly.

Even the few awakened people hiding in the courtyard were stunned.

"This fluttering moth...was it so good-looking before?" Song Zan rubbed his nose in confusion.

"Look carefully." Zhao Lin said, "The power on it is completely different from before. It's almost like an evolution has been completed."

The moth hovered on the terrace, and the light on its wings shone into everyone's eyes.

Including the resurrected Ricardo Morandon surrounded by black vines.

"Long time no see." Ricardo sighed with emotion, his breath slipping out of his throat, "My dear Rudolph."

As if greeting him, the giant moth shook its tentacles on its head.

But in the next second, it swooped heavily from the sky.

Ricardo no longer smiled, the dense fog around him rolled restlessly, he manipulated the tough black vines and moths into a fight.

The moth flapped its wings, frantically betting Ricardo with poisonous scale powder and cocoon silk.As soon as those scales came into contact with the vines, a deep and shallow depression was corroded on the surface of the vines.

It has a huge body, but it flies very dexterously, it has avoided the strangulation of the vines many times, and it is about to charge in front of Ricardo.

It spun through the trees and vines all over the sky, stretched out its long mouthparts, and poked at Ricardo's face—but at a place close to Ricardo, it was caught by a few black vines protruding from the ground. got entangled.

The black branches were woven into a strong net, gradually confining the struggling moths in the cage.

The moth's legs and limbs were shaking constantly, and its white compound eyes were moving up and down, as if looking for a way to get out of trouble.

Ricardo was held by the tree vine, rose into the air, and leaned in front of the moth: "Rudolph, I haven't seen you for so many years, you still haven't changed at all—do whatever comes to your mind. You know, patience and planning, That is true virtue."

Moth ignored him.

It grew its own mouth, let out a few angry roars, and the poisonous filaments splashed from the mouthparts flew around.

"The liar... the devil..."

"If it wasn't for you... how could I be imprisoned in this castle forever and ever!"

"You deceive your friends to be sacrifices to you, to please your god—"

"You should be considerate of me. I can't help it." Ricardo said with a little pity, "I was very sick at the time, and only a few of you were by my side all the time. And the one I chose to believe in was the only one who could give me The god who brought eternal life. He brought me hope, and I naturally chose to believe in him... It's just that there was a mistake in the summoning ceremony that year, and my ability to control time can only take effect near this ancient castle. You as sacrifices , as a believer who has been 'inspired' by me, I will naturally be under my control—of course, I cannot leave this castle."

"I don't understand why you guys have to blame me." Ricardo said, "Isn't it good to live forever? As long as I live, I can make you stay young forever... Although that may just be repeated every day, Backtracking day by day. But isn’t life like this—do you dare to say that your future must be more meaningful than your present? As long as we obey the will of the gods and offer more sacrifices that He likes, then I You can continue to evolve your abilities, and you can finally get rid of the shackles of this ancient castle... But you see, you betrayed me and killed me, after so many years of tossing, have you made any progress?"

"Whether you die or not is none of my business!" Rudolph finally swears, "But look at me, you turned me into a monster!"

Ricardo smiled and said, "But didn't you do the same?"

"That wriggling worm on the terrace. It was just an innocent child - you made him what it is now. His mother had no choice but to come to my dark woods to pray and give her life For the price, I have to find my own child." He looked at Sophie who was not far away lovingly, "Thanks to her, I am completely awake."

"Go, Sophie." Ricardo said, "Go and find your child."

Sophie had a look of hope on her face.

Stiffly, she walked towards the terrace step by step.Black vines weave a bridge for her.And her child also seemed to have sensed the mother's presence, staggered up the bridge, and ran towards Sophie.

Eventually, they touch each other.

Sophie hugged her baby in her arms.

Suddenly, the bridge broke.

Both Sophie and her child fell from a height.Black branches spread out on the ground, growing upwards, with a tapered spike—

Sophie and the worm both landed on a thick, thorny branch.The body was pierced by sharp wooden thorns.

Sophie's body was reduced to ashes the moment it hit the ground.

But the worm writhed and struggled for a long time until it ran out of blood before dying silently.

There was silence all around.

"Rest in peace." Ricardo crossed them, "Children."

"...Maldito." Domingo couldn't help cursing in his native language.

"This man is a pervert!" Garcia complained.

"Boss, it's all like this, why are we still watching?!" Song Zan turned his head and asked Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin took a deep breath, and before he could speak, he heard Ricardo turn his body in their direction, with a smile in his tone: "I almost forgot that there are some guests from afar in the castle. Why? Said, I should also thank everyone for rescuing me from that narrow coffin..."

"Why do you all have to hide in the corner timidly?"

Ricardo said words of thanks, but those black vines rushed towards the awakened ones unceremoniously.

Zhao Lin frowned.

He glanced nonchalantly at the vines that charged at them.

The bright flame was like the breath of a dragon, almost illuminating the entire castle in the night.

"Talent Hellfire".

Fire is the nemesis of plants.

Those flexible and strong vines were all devoured by the shining flames.

Ricardo was silent for a few seconds, a gloomy breath leaked from his eyes.

He intends to use more strength to deal with the shining flames, but beside him is a giant moth that is constantly struggling——Rudolph.

"Rudolph, let me tell you what's good about you." Ricardo said in a low voice, "You actually brought such a person into the castle... and still use him as a sacrifice? Who is to sacrifice whom?"

Ricardo Morandon sighed, and his eyes staring at Zhaolin became sharper.

Those vines also seem to be endless, as soon as one batch is burned, there will be another batch.The tangled vines danced with the ferocious flames, one ebbed and the other grew, and they refused to give in to each other.

Suddenly, there was a flapping sound of wings in the sky.

The giant black bird was hovering in the sky. While everyone was not paying attention, it swooped down on the balcony and pecked off the chef's eyes with its sharp beak.

"What... ah ah ah!"

The chef covered his bleeding eye sockets with one hand, raised the knife with the other, and hacked on the terrace in a panic.

The giant black bird neighed and pushed him off the edge of the terrace.

Ricardo Morandon also noticed the situation over there, and he held his forehead speechlessly: "Grushy is too useless, he can't even handle a bird—"

In the next second, the bird ran to him silently, opened its throat and began to sing.

Ricardo suddenly felt a severe headache.His facial features twisted, and his control over the vines was not as good as before.Rudolph, who was closest to him, struggled to free himself from the shackles, and threw himself in front of Ricardo, his elongated black mouthparts were as sharp as a sword, about to penetrate Ricardo's chest.

There was a very light piercing sound in the air.

The moth stopped very close to Ricardo.

Its body was penetrated by several tree vines, and it was firmly nailed in the air like a specimen.

This time Ricardo made a deadly move—so Rudolph couldn't even flap his own wings.

Black blood oozes from the various wounds on the moth's body... a few drops, along its slender mouthparts, dripped onto Ricardo's chest.

Ricardo didn't pay attention to these few drops of blood.

He stared at Rudolph's completely alienated compound eyes.Perhaps it was due to the mental disturbance of Ghost Crying Thrush, a red bloodshot appeared in his eyes.

The moth's feet trembled a few times, the silver brilliance on the wings gradually dimmed, and then shriveled together—the whole process was as quiet as a candle being extinguished by the wind.

Its compound eyes stared at Ricardo Morandon until death.

Ricardo stared at the wreckage left behind by his former friend and decades-old enemy, and silently retracted the few black vines that penetrated the moth's body.

And so the moth fell to the ground, among the gravel and dust.

Ricardo Morandon turned to the Awakened with a blank expression.

"Now... there are only a few of us left," he said.

The tree vines were covered with the poisonous blood of the moths, they aimed at Zhao Lin, and twisted out like desperately.

……

At the same time, on the eaves of the high castle.

The young man with long black hair stood quietly, blending into the night, carelessly raised his ultramarine eyelids.

【What a good show.Right, High Priest? 】

【Well, if you don't soften your heart and don't help them, this drama can be more exciting. 】