Chapter 185 Conspiracy

The guard circle was unprecedentedly quiet. Everyone held their breath and looked at the house, but the house was very quiet, and there was no sound at all. Camus frowned and was about to go closer to take a look, when he heard the sound of fierce fighting, the sound of the house wall breaking, the sound of glass products breaking, and even a huge roar.

"Boom..." Suddenly everyone felt a huge groan mixed with a slight vibration. As they looked, they found that the wall on the left bulged out a semicircle, and some bright red liquid between the dust and gravel flowed out along the torn gap.

"The one at the door... Is that blood? How many people will die?" Chief Teach tiredly leaned on his cane, his face a little gloomy. He saw the ground at the door that was stained red and clenched his fists.

"It's okay, just be on guard." Camus smiled slightly, which calmed Teach's rough mood.

"It's out..." Just as Camus was about to take a rest, he suddenly heard Ms. Yana's exclamation. Following her gaze, Camus saw Ms. Fiona standing at the door with a pale face. Except for some blood stains on her shoes, the rest of her body was spotless. When he saw behind her, Camus took a breath of cold air. The room behind Fiona seemed like purgatory, a red purgatory. The brown walls were covered with blood-red spider silk, densely crisscrossed together. Some walls were stained with bloody meat, and the dark red floor was full of sticky red liquid. Fiona would pull up high red silk threads when she lifted her feet. Camus even smelled the strong fishy smell from a distance.

After Fiona went out, she closed the door behind her. She glanced around and nodded to Camus. Camus told Teach and the others not to act without authorization, and then walked over with full vigilance.

"Dead... Come with me." Seeing Camus being cautious, Fiona sighed softly and opened the door behind her.

Camus pinched his fingers and followed her. As Camus entered, Fiona closed the door again. Because the surrounding windows were covered with black cloth, it was very dark inside, but Camus had racial talent, and this darkness was no different from daytime for him.

"Is this a mutation? It's really terrible."

In Camus's sight, not only the living room was covered with blood and bloodshot, but also the kitchen and bathroom. The air was filled with a strong stench of rot and blood. Camus also saw cracks on the wall and a concave wall not far away.

"Zha..." As the sticky blood on the soles of his feet made a sizzling tearing sound, Camus suddenly saw pieces of meat on the ground and a black round object. Because it was covered with red liquid, he couldn't see what it was. Without time to think, Camus scanned again and found that the whole room was either pieces of meat or sticky blood, and the monster's body was not there at all.

Camus frowned. This bloody scene didn't make him feel sick. This was because he had just opened the Eye of Truth and found that there was a great resentment underground. It was very big.

"Where is the body? I can't find his soul." Thinking of the purpose of his visit, Camus looked back at Fiona with a slightly serious tone.

"Here..." Fiona suddenly raised her left hand, and on her left arm was her very gorgeous long sword. Camus glanced and found that there was no trace of soul at all. Just as he was about to speak, he found a dark red pattern on Fiona's arm. These patterns were extremely beautiful. With the appearance of these patterns, the fallen soul appeared at the bottom of the sword. There were countless creeping dark red roots on his body connected to the void.

"Seal him quickly, I can't stand it." Seeing that Camus didn't act, Fiona gently kicked Camus to remind him to act quickly.

Camus quickly took out the mirror. As two white arms appeared in the mirror, Cid's fallen soul was sealed. Fiona's face instantly relaxed when she saw the soul being taken away by Camus. For the Soul Killer Clan, devouring the enemy's soul is their nature, and what kind of soul the other party is is not within the scope of consideration. Every time this fallen soul is devoured, it means that it is getting closer and closer to mutation.

At this time, Camus had put the mirror in his arms, his face was a little strange. Why can Fiona imprison the soul? What is the dark red plant on Cid's soul just now? As if seeing Camus's puzzled expression, Fiona chuckled and spoke.

"That is the ability of our Soul Killer Clan, and this ability is inherited from my ancestor, Sequence Eight, High Sequence, Soul Killer Sword Saint, Theo Aganzu, and how this ability was obtained is not recorded in the family history books, but from the calculations of the ancestors, this ability should be obtained by the Soul Killer Sword Saint when he traveled underground." At this point, Fiona slowly put her hand down, her tone slightly calmer.

"We can draw power from the enemy's soul through what you just saw, but this power comes at a price. The emotions, resentment, and pain attached to the other party's soul will also be transmitted to us through the transmission of the 'Dark Soul Branch'. After a long time, we will become schizophrenic, completely crazy or completely mutated." Speaking of complete mutation, Fiona's eyes darkened, as if she remembered something, and she stopped talking.

Camus shrugged slightly. This kind of extraordinary world has too many possibilities, but Fiona told him this, which should be a little trust in him. In order to ease the atmosphere, Camus pointed to the minced meat not far away.

"Is that a corpse?" Hearing Camus' voice, Fiona perked up, looked at the minced meat in the corner and nodded slightly.

"This must be completely destroyed later. This kind of thing must not leak out."

When Camus heard this, he looked at the broken meat on the ground and suddenly became curious, "What will happen if it leaks out?"

"That depends on who it leaks into. If it leaks into the hands of civilians, at most they will lose their minds, go crazy, and become bloodthirsty. If it leaks into the hands of extraordinary people, especially the Sequence One Gravekeeper and the Sequence Eleven Perfumer." At this point, Fiona has already picked up her feet and walked towards the basement.

"That is the beginning of the zombie disaster and plague." Fiona's heavy voice sounded, and she also walked to the door of the basement, looking at the broken wooden door and the red passage and stopped.

Hearing about the zombies and plague, Camus was stunned and looked a little ugly. Fiona meant that these things should have the characteristics of infection. They have been here for so long, what if they are infected?

As if she didn't hear Camus's footsteps, Fiona looked back and saw that his face was a little ugly. She recalled what she had just said and immediately spoke to comfort him.

"Don't worry, the activity of this flesh and blood is only one hour. After this time, it will be no different from ordinary rotten meat. Because this is a residential area, we must handle it carefully. If it were in the wild, I would not bother to take care of it."

"Well... and you don't have to worry about infection. He is just a second-level mutant and has not yet reached the point of affecting the environment. To achieve this effect, at least the fourth stage must be reached." Hearing this, Camus' heart was completely relaxed. He suddenly remembered the body of Nightmare Jack. If there was any danger, Captain Monroe would have asked him and others to leave. It seems that what Fiona said is credible.