Chapter 88 Wake Up

"Meow!"

The black cat's cry echoed in the open ground surrounded by secluded woods. Whether it was an adult man in black robe or a boy or girl aged fifteen or sixteen, they all turned their gazes to the dead body lying in the center at the same time.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the black cat fell to the ground, staring at the human who threw it out just now, and kept sweeping its tail.

All of a sudden, its fur exploded again, and then its feet jumped up, running fast in another direction.

Unfortunately, all it did did not attract the slightest attention. All the humans present were looking at the motionless corpse intently.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the dead body did not undergo any expected changes.

"Failed again?" A teenager approached, squatted down, and poked the skin of the dead body with his fingers.

"No response." He half turned around and said to the man in black robe and his companions.

At this moment, he felt a gust of wind blowing on his face from bottom to top.

With one swipe, the corpse sat up!

The boy was startled, and immediately cheered in surprise:

"Success! Success..."

Before he finished speaking, the dead body suddenly grabbed his shoulders, pressed him into his arms, opened his mouth, and bit down, making a popping sound, causing blood to flow from the bite.

"Ah! Help!" The young man yelled in horror and tried his best to move back, but he couldn't break free.

The dead body raised its head, revealing its white teeth, the pieces of meat hanging between the teeth, and the blood flowing from the mouth.

The black-robed man was startled for a moment, then took out a brass-colored whistle, put it in his mouth, and blew it.

Then, he said in Hermes language:

"I order you in the name of Death!"

As the voice echoed, the dead body stopped biting, and froze in place for a short while.

The boy whose neck and shoulders were bitten to bloody flesh also limp there,

It seems that he has lost his soul, and the soil on his lower body is wet.

"It's really possible..." the black-robed man whispered in surprise, pointed at the dead body, and said again in Hermes' language, "Get up!"

The dead body suddenly stood up, then threw off its arms, and ran towards the depths of the secluded woods.

"Come back!" The black-robed man shouted in surprise, but there was no sign of a pause in the dead body.

He hurriedly blew his whistle again, and shouted solemnly:

"I command you to come back in the name of Death!"

Accompanied by his words, the back of the dead body disappeared in the shadow of the trees.

"I'll let you come back..." The black-robed man froze on the spot, talking to himself foolishly.

In the woods, Klein held Azik's copper whistle and a matchbox in one hand, and kept lighting the match with the other, then shook his wrist to extinguish it, and threw it on the ground.

During this process, he stepped back in an arc.

Thumb up!

The pale, foul-smelling dead body rushed over, its lifeless eyes staring straight at the ancient and delicate copper whistle.

Klein stepped back, puffed out his cheeks, aimed at the dead body, and simulated a voice:

"boom!"

The dead body suddenly shook, and a penetrating wound appeared on the chest.

"boom!"

Klein puffed out his cheeks again, and fired an air bomb.

puff! Half of the dead body's head was shattered, and rotting liquid dripped continuously from inside.

However, this was not a fatal injury to it, the running of the pedals only stopped slightly, and then reappeared.

Seeing this situation, Klein took a step back and made a noise.

Snapped!

A bright flame rose from the ground, just enveloped the dead body, and ignited its coat.

Thumb up!

The dead body rushed through the flames and went on like a mad bull.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Klein snapped his fingers repeatedly, causing red flames to rise up from the ground one after another.

The dead body rushed through these flames without pain, and the body gradually began to burn, and it became more and more intense, giving people a strange feeling that the candle was melting.

Finally, the dead body turned into a torch rushed to Klein and grabbed him with one claw.

At the same time, a flame rose up, enveloping it and Klein at the same time.

The dead body grabbed Klein's shoulder, but it only squeezed out scattered sparks.

Klein's figure dissipated in the crimson flames, and appeared in the farthest fire.

And the dead body seemed to have finally exhausted all its strength, no longer struggled, and quickly melted in the slightly green flames, turning into ashes and oily wax.

"He's stronger than all the living corpses and resentful spirits I've encountered before, um, not as good as Mr. Azik's descendants... If it wasn't for me, they would all die here today." Klein shook his head, walked through the woods, Go to the open land.

At this moment, the black-robed man had already sensed the change in the woods, turned around and ran away without hesitation, and the seven or eight young men and women scattered at first, but after running, they found themselves alone. They stopped timidly, returned to their original spot, and gathered together.

They had just experienced the incident of waking up dead bodies and biting flesh and blood, and they really didn't dare to run away in the deep night alone.

This can make them feel chilly on the back of their necks.

They look at me, I look at you, no one dares to help the boy whose neck and shoulders are bloody and bloody, fearing that the other party will turn into a living corpse at any time.

In the brief silence that made their hearts beat like drums, they were surprised to see a clown wearing flamboyant clothes and painted in red, yellow and white paint coming from the woods.

This is an illusion directly created by Klein.

He looked around, didn't chase after the black-robed man, and asked hoarsely:

"Who presided over the ceremony just now?"

who? The boys and girls seemed to have not recovered, and it took several seconds before a shivering big boy answered:

"He, he is our ancient Fusac teacher Copusti Reid..."

"He claims to have a deep research on death, and he wants to lead us to find the mystery of eternal life."

It turned out to be the teacher in the school... the mystery of eternal life? It's really bragging that you don't have to pay taxes... Judging from the performance just now, this guy will not be a "psychic", at most a "gravedigger", or even a Sequence 9, just a corpse collector...Of course, he may not be a god of death The way to join the Spiritual Sect just because of worship... After Klein asked where Kapusti lived, he thought for a while and said:

"Go back, don't participate in this kind of thing anymore, don't leak it out."

"Otherwise, you will all die."

Then, he emphasized again:

"All will die."

The young men and women who had been terrified by what happened just now nodded frantically, leaning on each other and preparing to leave.

At this time, a girl with smooth hair pointed at her companion moaning in pain and said:

"He, is he okay?"

"I can't die for the time being, but I have to take it to the doctor. It is said that I was bitten by a hyena that often eats carrion." Klein ignored them and returned to the woods.

The boys and girls looked at each other, and someone blurted out:

"Excuse me, please, what's your name?"

Klein smiled, and deliberately misleadingly replied in a low voice:

"I'm just a gatekeeper to hell."

While he was speaking, mist suddenly filled the air, and the figure disappeared in place.

Of course, this is all an illusion.

"The gatekeeper of hell?" The young men and women repeated the word in a low voice, each having their own thoughts.

However, after a gust of cold wind soaked into the bone marrow, they shivered again, helped their companions up, and left here without daring to look back.

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Is this a member of the Spiritual Cult? It's really disappointing... If he doesn't give up his current identity, I will visit him in the middle of the night when I have time to see what he knows. Well, I have to teach him a lesson so that he doesn't dare to harm the students again, "Ling Can "Dance" and "Resurrection Ritual" be messed around with? Klein habitually made judgments with the thinking of a Nighthawk.

Soon, he returned to the outside of Logo Carloman's mansion, waiting patiently for the security personnel to move.

As soon as he found the opportunity, he immediately climbed over the fence, quickly approached the house along the shadow, and quietly climbed onto the balcony.

At this time, the dummy disguised as him was still smoking.

Snapped! Klein snapped his fingers lightly.

The figure in front of him immediately turned into a thin piece of paper, and floated into his palm.

Compared with before, this piece of paper is covered with traces of rust red, and it is no longer usable.

Klein didn't dare to throw it around, so he folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.

After finishing all this, he leisurely stepped into the corridor and returned to Yatru's bedroom.

"Why have you been here for so long?" Stuart asked with a trembling voice.

He went to inquire at the door just now and found Sherlock Moriarty smoking one cigarette after another, but due to his duty, he didn't dare to leave the bedroom.

Klein smiled and said:

"Take a break, relax, you can go too, I don't mind."

"I..." Stuart was about to agree, when he suddenly thought, in this way, he would be alone on the balcony, surrounded by the deep night, the light that was not bright enough, the cold wind that always made people feel uncomfortable. Reminds me of the setting of a ghost story.

So, he forced a smile and said:

"It's okay, I don't need it."

Klein smiled without saying a word, and sat down again, allowing the easy chair to shake gently and slowly in the dark night.

This shaking lasted until dawn, and nothing happened again.

Yatru woke up and sat on the bed, dazed.

Klein said nothing, exchanged places with Kaslana and her female assistant, and walked slowly to the guest room to catch up on sleep.

When he fell into a drowsy sleep, he heard Logo Carloman shout out in surprise and joy:

"Oh my boy, how are you?"

"On the storm, I will donate 300 pounds to the church!"

"You, you said, they won't come to kill you? Did you misunderstand?"

300 pounds? What a luxury... Klein turned over, embraced the soft and warm quilt, and muttered.

Then, he continued to sleep soundly.

At noon, Klein went downstairs to eat. Kaslana sat across from him and asked with a slight frown:

"Did something happen last night?"

"No." Klein answered succinctly, and then smiled, "Does Yatru wake up and go to the bathroom?"

Stuart beside him slowed down and nodded in agreement.

Kaslana glanced at their faces and then retracted, and replied in a deep voice:

"Not counting."

The corners of Klein's mouth hooked slightly, and he skillfully cut the steak.

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