Chapter 243 The Demon

Outside the "Brave Man" bar, a rental carriage passed briskly.

In the carriage, Klein, who was wearing a half-height silk top hat, and Sharon, who was still wearing a black gothic court dress, sat facing each other.

Looking at the expressionless pale face of the former bodyguard lady, Klein really had no way to exchange pleasantries, so he could only get straight to the point:

"I'm ready."

Although Sequence 6 "Faceless Man" only brought him one kind of extraordinary ability, those he possessed before have also been significantly improved, and his strength has been greatly enhanced as a result. This is the best preparation.

And the ability of the "faceless man" itself can be called a divine skill in certain situations!

For example, when being hunted down, for example, when trying to sneak in... Klein couldn't help but imagine in his heart.

After listening quietly, Sharon said concisely:

"tonight?"

She raised the end of her voice slightly to indicate that she was asking.

"If you have no problem, then I have no problem." Klein responded well prepared.

"Okay." Sharon nodded.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and Klein asked after deliberation:

"Have you heard about mermaids? Do you know where you can meet this legendary creature?"

Sharon looked at Klein with blue eyes without blinking, as if she had transformed into a real puppet.

After a while, she said without emotional ups and downs:

"Where human footprints can reach, there are no mermaids.

"Only the fishermen of the Gargas Islands would occasionally hear the singing of the mermaid in the storm during the voyage to hunt white-tailed whales."

Located in the depths of the Sunya Sea, the Gargas Islands are the farthest point of human colonization in this ocean, featuring products such as whale oil and whale meat.

I don't know if this rumor is true or not... Klein nodded lightly:

"I understand."

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The bells of the night rang quietly,

As if from far away.

There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with dead vines covering the walls and gray stones scattered here and there.

Inside the chapel, excrement and sundries are intertwined, and stone piles and withered grass are interspersed.

In a half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man in black tights moved away the stones that concealed the entrance of the cave, and carefully and excitedly drilled into the tunnel with excavation tools, lighting equipment and a soil basket.

His temples are gray and his eye bags are swollen. He is the descendant of the Quaternary Tudor family who was hidden from Baron Rafter Pound who was considered mentally ill by the outside world.

This dude who was always entangled with high-end call girls had a serious expression and bright eyes at this time, showing no sign of being addicted to sex at all.

With his elbows on the ground, he quickly crawled downward, as if his greatest and only hope in this life was hidden at the end of the tunnel.

It didn't take long before he touched the wet soil and cold stone in front of him.

This didn't extinguish Rafter Pound's enthusiasm, and he repeated the movements that he had become extremely proficient in for a while.

While digging, moving, and transporting, suddenly, a dark underground palace appeared in front of him.

Rafter Pound's expression was suddenly frenzied with excitement, he suddenly leaned forward, and grabbed a black iron coat of arms.

There is a hand holding a scepter on the coat of arms, and Raft Pound's eyes are shining, as if they are burning.

As soon as he put the black iron coat of arms on his chest, everything in front of him suddenly shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel, and there were still wet soil and cold stones ahead.

No, besides that, there was another person quietly "watching" him.

That's a man with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no eyebrows, no ears!

Rafter Pound's pupils shrank, and he felt numbness rising from the waist down, along the spine, and straight to the back of the head.

He didn't even think about it, immediately dropped all the utensils, and frantically backed away.

His elbows slammed into the ground, bloody and bloody, but he didn't feel any pain.

Finally, Rafter Pound left the tunnel and returned to the abandoned chapel.

Because the lantern was lost, at this moment he could only see the deep darkness and the dim "Crimson" shrouded in the edge.

Suddenly, the withered vines climbing on the wall swayed like snakes, and a figure came out from the night.

She was wearing a gothic court dress and a small black bonnet. She had a face that was so pale that it was almost transparent, light blond hair that was not human, and blue eyes.

Rafter Pound almost yelled, the appearance of such a woman in such an environment is no different from ghost stories in folklore!

Da da da!

He took a few steps back and almost tripped over a stone.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, suppressed his fear, and showed an expression of anxiety and hope, excitement and anticipation:

"You, are you that evil spirit in the underground palace?

"Yes, it must be you!"

Your Excellency the Baron, you seem to have misunderstood something... "Faceless Man" Klein came out of the tunnel and stood quietly in the shadows.

His and Sharon's plan was to play tricks to scare Rafter Pound away, so that he would never dare to spy on the underground ruins again, but the other party's reaction was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Sharon stood still for a second, and asked by default:

"What do you want to say?"

Rafter Pound breathed out quietly, outlined the corners of his mouth and said:

"After so many years of trying, I think you should have understood that killing the descendants of the Tudor family will not help you lift the seal.

"Only by cooperating with me, who has the great blood of Tudor, can you hope to get rid of the predicament that has lasted for more than two thousand years."

The members of the Tudor family knew the existence of evil spirits, but they still died in that room... Klein frowned in doubt, before Sharon could speak, he raised his voice, imitating the other party's illusory voice:

"Why didn't you come here until today?"

This is a branch of the extraordinary ability of "Faceless Man" - to simulate the voice of the target, as long as it is heard, it can be reproduced!

Of course, Klein believed that he could not repeat the ravings of the "True Creator" and Mr. "Gate"'s cry for help. This extraordinary ability is currently limited to the domain of ordinary people.

Sharon concealed her head and glanced at him without revealing it.

Rafter Pound didn't notice it, he laughed and said:

"Because the 'Dark Emperor' appeared.

"Fate tells me that the glory of the 'Blood Emperor' is about to reappear!"

Is there any logic to this? Klein inexplicably felt that today's Rafter Pound looked more like a lunatic than before.

He asked again in Sharon's voice:

"The Dark Emperor?"

"Haha." Rafter Pound laughed, "Yes, the Grand Thief 'Dark Emperor', he must have a close relationship with the real 'Dark Emperor'!"

I do not know how? Klein laughed for a while.

He thought for a while, stopped talking, and gave up the right to ask questions.

For some reason, Sharon also remained silent.

Seeing this situation, Rafter Pound was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked:

"So, what's your answer?"

"I refuse." Sharon responded without a trace of emotion.

Rafter suppressed his anxiety and tried to persuade the other party.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly became straight, and he suddenly took a few steps to the side, and came to a stone wall that was still intact.

This... Klein and Sharon noticed the abnormality at the same time, and each responded accordingly. One of them pulled out the revolver and aimed at Rafter Pound, and the other filled the ruined chapel with crimson moonlight.

Rafter Pound didn't even look at them. Facing the stone wall, he threw his back hard and smashed his head against it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He bumped it three times in a row, and fainted with blood on his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, he got up again, his eyes were bloodshot for some reason.

Raft Pound raised his right hand and wiped his forehead, leaving his palm full of blood.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the scarlet liquid, and said intoxicatedly:

"Tuduo's blood is really delicious, it's simply intoxicating.

"This will make my abomination exceed the limit to the maximum, and help me temporarily expand the boundary of the seal."

Klein aimed his gun at the other party, and asked in a little astonishment:

"Evil spirits in the ruins?"

Rafter Pound had strands of blood running across his face, and he smiled horribly:

"You guessed right.

"I judged that you were weak and weak, and wanted to pollute your spirit, enter your dreams, and trick you to save me. Who knew, hehe, you are also a person with secrets."

Don't say it so directly... Klein subconsciously glanced at Sharon and found that she was normal.

"What do you want to do?" Klein asked directly.

The evil spirit sighed:

"I'm just an innocent who was murdered because of Alista Tudor's ambition, because of the restraint of the corpse, I was trapped in that underground ruins for nearly or more than two thousand years.

"I want you to help me get out of this situation and let me be a free spirit. I swear, I will not deal with innocent people."

Having said that, he looked at Sharon with bloodshot eyes:

"You should be the 'wraith' of the heterogeneous path. The next step is to become a key node of demigod. I don't know if you have the potion formula of 'Puppet', but I can help you obtain it, and even become a part of your ritual , this is the reward I promised."

"Puppet", the Sequence 4 of the heterogeneous pathway is called "Puppet"? Strange name... Klein muttered in his heart.

The evil spirit turned to look at him:

"You also get paid.

"It was a magical and precious item, because of a certain degree of attraction, its holder came to the underground palace and died beside the descendants of Tudor.

"That's what it looks like."

While speaking, the evil spirit spread out his palms, making the crimson moonlight condense into a picture.

Inside the picture, there is a normal-sized Tarot card, the image on it is completely different from other types. The one sitting in the chariot is not a king, but a male priest wearing a dark red robe.

The appearance of the priest seems to be Russell Gustav!

This... the card of blasphemy! Klein's gaze moved instantly, and he saw the starlight in the upper left corner condensed into a line of text:

"Sequence 0: Red Priest!"

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