Chapter 88 I Like This Kind of Song, Aren't You Scared?

In the dead silence of the attic,

Accompanied by the musty and stench, a man and a cat were looking at each other quietly, and the long-lasting stench made the tip of Camus' nose twitch a little.

"Are you this family's pet? Kitten?"

"Meow...wu"

Looking at its bristling hair, Camus said calmly, "Mr. Cat, it's nice to meet you. It happens that part of my ability comes from cats. So we are the same kind. Let's go down and wait for your master."

After saying that, Kamius grabbed its neck with lightning speed and carried it down.

"Meow...huhu...meow"

The gray cat was fluttering wildly in the air. Because its neck was strangled, it was very difficult to breathe. Just when its eyes turned white and it was about to die, Camus smiled slightly and pushed it to the ground, taking off the dark glasses. , staring at it with cold eyes.

"Are you going to be a good cat or a dead cat? A good cat has to be obedient. A disobedient cat is a dead cat. You choose one."

The cat lay on the ground panting violently. When it saw Camus' eyes, it lowered its head in fear and let out a meek growl.

"Let's go and wait for your master below. If you like to run, I will amputate your limbs for free."

After saying that, Camus let go of his hand, held his hat and walked down.

The cat got up and looked around, then quietly followed Camus. The sound of Camus's footsteps was unprecedentedly clear in the dead silence of the room. The creak of the stairs and the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor were like the sound of death bells. One person and one cat. Waves of dust filled the room in the darkness.

After going downstairs, Camus walked to the corner and picked up the music box. He also tidied up the sofa, sat on it with his legs crossed, and casually released Hu Lin.

After Hu Lin came out, he felt the strong resentment around him. He shrank his neck and looked around in horror, his eyes trembling slightly.

"Master, why are you in a place like this? There is an extremely powerful evil spirit here. Let's leave quickly."

Camus tapped her fingers on the sofa, "What? Are you afraid of her? Where was your courage yesterday? I thought you were strong?"

Hu Lin squatted on the ground with his hands folded, "Master, I just wanted to tease you yesterday. I never thought of punishing you. It's different here. This is her home field. There is an essential difference between evil spirits and nightmares. We are nightmares." Fear, they are the crystallization of resentment in reality.”

"Nightmares are invincible in dreams, but weak in reality."

"Evil spirits cannot enter dreams. They create illusions by paralyzing the enemy's eyes, affecting a person's judgment, or directly controlling reality to kill people."

Speaking of this, Hu Lin was a little scared, "This is her home court. I am not as strong as her. I am a soul body, and she can completely devour me."

Kamiao sneered at this, "I rely on you? If I rely on you, I'm afraid the grass on the grave will be three meters high. I came to you to ask you about the Candlelight Meeting. Do you know their exact information?"

Hu Lin shook his head, "I don't know much. I only know that they are in Clinton City, Jack Manor, and believe in Zakashia the Crying Dream. As far as I know, their most powerful one is a third-level nightmare spirit."

Kamiao's eyebrows jumped. The third level is a big problem. I'm afraid my sealing method will be useless. It seems that I have to think of other methods.

"Master, if you want to seal him, you can find a "sealed object" with magical power. Its ability is very powerful. Crying dreams have been sealed by false gold boxes."

Camus nodded, "You are still of some use. Originally, I was prepared to kill him humanely, but you convinced me."

When Hu Lin heard this, the black smoke all over his body dispersed into a ball, and he lay on the ground kowtowing desperately.

"I will definitely play my role. Master, please don't kill me. Please."

Kamiu rubbed his eyebrows, took out the mirror and glanced at Hu Lin. Hu Lin was so happy that he flew into the mirror.

"Tsk, third level? It's quite troublesome."

After saying this, Kamiao's eyes turned cold, and he pinched the sofa with his five fingers. The huge force made the sofa make a slight cracking sound.

"Hmph... If you want to kill me, don't even think about it. I seem to have yet to use the life deprivation method, so it's time to try it."

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the clock on the wall was ticking. Camus took a kerosene lamp from the cabinet. As the orange light illuminated the room, the surrounding darkness was also dispelled. Camus was sitting quietly on the sofa. , he held the sofa with one hand and stroked the black cat's head with one hand. His red and blue eyes were like stars in the night sky under the light, extremely bright and deep.

Kamiu looked up at the clock, frowning and looking a little unhappy.

"Are you so calm that you still can't come out after 8 o'clock? Miss Nicole."

More than ten minutes passed. Except for the strange shaking of the oil lamp, the whole room was still as quiet as ever. Camus rubbed the center of his brow irritably, smelling the musty smell that had been there all afternoon, which would bother everyone.

"All these furniture need to be replaced, which is another big expense. Maybe I have to borrow money, bad news."

Camus twisted his arm, and suddenly his fingers touched the music box next to him. Camus picked it up curiously and twisted the switch.

“Ding dong…ding ding ding ding dong”

As the beautiful melody echoed in the room, a female voice also appeared in the room.

"La la la la la la la la la la la la"

The extremely desolate song echoed in the dead room. Every time a lyric floated across the kerosene lamp, the light became smaller and smaller. When the cat on Camus' chest heard the song, it lowered its head and trembled violently.

Camus turned his head to look at the desk, where the sound came from. Because of his racial talent, Camus clearly saw a figure sitting in front of the desk singing in the dark. She covered her face with her hands, and the cold singing voice was coming out through the gaps between her fingers.

"Huh..."

As the last word "la" was uttered, the oil lamp next to Camus suddenly went out, and the room returned to darkness.

"Kacha"

The woman turned her head toward the window and laughed like a silver bell.

"Hehe... hum hum hum... hehe... hum hum hum."

The crazy laughter made people shudder. The music box in front of Camus also ran out of circles and stopped. Camus frowned and twisted more than ten circles, then turned to look at the woman.

"Please continue your performance. I think my wait is worth it. I like your singing very much."

The woman raised her head when she heard it, and she held her head with both hands and started singing again.

"Where are my eyes?"

"Where are my lips?"

"Why is this place filled with cold darkness?"

"My brother is playing in the mirror."

"I am crying in the attic."

"Red blood stains my body?"

"Where is my hair?"

"Where are my feet?"

...

The tragic story was told slowly with the song. The resentment in the room grew deeper and deeper as she sang every word. Camus' body was covered with small bumps. Camus clapped with joy until she finished singing.

"Pa pa pa... You sing very well. You have an angelic voice. It's great. I like it very much. I changed my mind. You will be the singer of my family in the future."

When the woman heard the hoarse voice, "Aren't you afraid?"

Camus looked at her intoxicatedly, "I like this kind of song. Aren't you afraid?"

The evil spirit was stunned when he heard it. Yes, how could a normal person like this kind of song? Is he crazy?

Seeing her silent, Camus grinned, "I will answer the questions you asked me through singing."

"You asked me where your eyes, lips, hair, and feet are, and I will tell you now."

"You are talking nonsense. Of course they are on you, how can they be on me? As for why it is cold and dark here?"

"Are you crazy? How can it not be dark without turning on the lights at night?"

"..."