Chapter 588 Ch587 Death Shell Ceremony

Chapter 588 Ch.587 Death Shell Ritual

Quiet midnight.

A pair of big feet that thought they were light were stained with urine, and the sound of water sounded with every step.

He unscrewed a door and got in in the dark.

Rummaging around in desks and drawers.

Randolph stood by the wall, staring quietly at the old man in the darkness.

He muttered, his face was very scared, but he still encouraged himself, as if there was a tiger in the desk drawer.

Wow...

Wow.

He rummaged for several minutes and finally succeeded.

He took out the broken pocket watch with a silver watch chain.

Holding it in his hand, he ran away without looking back.

Randolph took off his coat and followed lightly.

In the dead of night, in the dead of night, Bellows, who was familiar with everything, bypassed the servants, escaped from this vertical manor, and went straight to the pebbled seaside.

The old man wearing a nightcap crookedly shivering, his feet clasped on the pebbles, like holding a burning cup, hesitating in front of the waves - he was cold and scared, and really didn't know what to do.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps that were no longer concealed sounded from behind.

Randolph held up his coat and walked slowly under his father's surprised gaze. He reached his side, unfolded it, and put the thickened coat on him.

Wrapped.

Belos struggled a few times but didn't break away. He lowered his head and muttered, holding his pocket watch tightly, and went deeper step by step.

He bent down and dug a hole by himself: he pushed aside the pebbles, and when he saw the sand, he dug downwards until he dug out a hole the size of a bowl with his fingers.

Put the pocket watch in it.

Buried again.

Then.

He is tired.

He sat down on the cobblestones, breathing heavily.

Randolph also sat down quietly.

"...I can't let a bomb stay around a living person," Belos complained, always thinking that this young man didn't take his own life seriously: "The times are really different. In the past, no one was stupid enough to use this thing. Take it with you wherever you go…”

"If it weren't for my identity, I would never take the risk to save people..."

Hearing him talk like a child, Randolph chuckled and asked, "My identity? Sir, what is my 'identity'?"

This was another question for Belos.

He stammered, rolling his eyes, searching for the memory of this pointed face in his foggy brain.

Doomed to gain nothing.

"Who are you…"

Randolph stopped answering.

Quietly, he put his head against his father's head and his shoulders against his shoulders.

At midnight, in addition to the salty smell, the sea breeze smelled like stars.

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The balcony in the distance.

Roland smoothed his black hair that was blown by the wind and lay on the black oiled railing.

Patton was at his side.

"Young Master has worked too hard these years."

Roland groaned incomprehensibly, his amber eyes glowing with metallic luster in the dark night.

"You know what he brought me here to do, Mr. Barton."

The man with the square face said in a rich voice: "Of course I know, Mr. Executive Officer. I am the ritual performer of the Taylor family, and I will remain so until my death."

He stood as straight as a lance, as if the past had spiked his flesh and blood, and the soles of his feet were shoed. It was an iron-blooded mark that could never be erased in his lifetime.

“We are ritualists and we all know what the ‘occult organ’ means. Roland looked at the father and son nestling on the beach, his voice calm.

Barton was silent.

He swept across the green swaying in the darkness, the courtyard walls and the beach, until he looked at the sea holding the twisting moonlight.

"Do you know? The treatment the young master gave me."

He preached slowly.

"I have countless money to spend and endless bills to redeem. If I want, I can live in the most upscale flower house all year round, and even have my mother and daughters serve me together - I can use it. If you afford expensive tableware, you can drink the sweetest juice and eat the freshest and softest meat..."

"I can have a woman from a respectable family and give birth to a child, and the Taylor family will pay for it and send it to a school where no one is allowed to even look at it."

He realized that his volume was more than enough in the silence, and he could not help but breathe a little.

""Secret Organ"? "

"Is he more important than everything I have now?"

Barton looked at the man with black hair flowing like a demon, and saw the gentleness fading from his copper eyes. After the moonlight reflected the sharpness of a sword, he couldn't help but look away silently.

The waist also bent a few degrees.

"I don't pursue the scenery of the high ring. It can even be said that I despise the so-called "immortality" - my flesh and blood has great power, but the soul of a mortal lives in it. Like Taylor, I want to ride in the majestic carriage of this surname, marry a perfect woman, and have several boys and several girls. "

"Lord Collins, I know my "qualifications" and have made my choice long ago. "

After Barton spoke for a long time, he heard a beautiful and crisp laughter.

The young man in silk pajamas lazily opened his arms and stretched.

His slightly raised silhouette was bright in the moonlight, like a fairy who was not pious and only came to worship the silver moon when he was free.

"Go and help your master. I think he will be sick tomorrow."

Roland patted Button's shoulders twice and went into the house.

"I'm going to rest, Mr. Button - oh, by the way." He suddenly turned back: "Did you find the 'interesting' place in this villa?"

Barton shook his head in confusion: "No, sir?"

The golden eyes blazed in the darkness: "A ritualist who is always loyal. Interesting enough, right? He is always loyal, and he, his parents, wife and children will always be protected by Taylor... and the Tribunal. This story is interesting only if it is told right away. ,Yes or no?"

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"You mean, clocks and argyles?"

Goblin ring.

Strange castle, speckled rooms, bulging girl (face).

Rose stuffed two small tomatoes into her mouth and asked vaguely.

Xander sat next to Roland and made one on the spot for Roland to see.

"Like this?"

"Ivory, Xander. Pointed lid. There are not many patterns on it. On each door - yes, diamond shape, there are many complex interlaced arcs inside..."

The gray-haired girl frowned and meditated for a moment before a trace of light blue emerged from her fingertips.

"Such a pattern?"

"...It looks similar."

""Death Shell (qiao) Ceremony", Roland. "Xander is called the 'Book Depository' for a reason.

This is a great ritual that is only circulated among "Dry Bones" and "Lamentations" and can only be used by them.

"Big ceremony?" Roland was surprised.

"Yes, where did you find it?"

"In Randolph's father's villa," Roland's face changed slightly: "What does it do?"

"You want to ask about the harm to living people." Xander rubbed his palms, and the small clock melted into a ball of light blue smoke in an instant, and disappeared after a while: "Actually, the "Death Shell Ritual" ” will not cause harm to living people. "

Xander looked at Roland.

"It's a ritual for spirits."

"'Dry Bones' and 'Lament' will use it - to be precise, 'Lament' uses it more. It can trap spirits and allow them to stay in the mortal world longer - you can understand that this ritual creates an exquisite cage..."

"You can say it's imprisonment, you can also say it's protection."