The color of the blood reflected Klein's eyes, as well as his nearly frozen gaze.
At that moment, there was a sudden cough from inside the house. Old Neil said in a hoarse voice,
"Dunn, what are you doing here?"
Dunn's gray eyes were extremely deep as he replied unhurriedly with his mellow voice, "We heard that you were sick.
"We heard you were sick, so we came to visit you."
The house fell silent. After a few seconds, Old Neil shouted angrily and fearfully.
"No! You're lying! "
Without waiting for Klein and the others to speak, his tone suddenly turned weak.
"Yes, I know I'm not in the right state of mind."
Old Neil … Klein suddenly closed his eyes, but the blood that seeped out from the crack of the door didn't stop.
Following that, Old Neil raised his voice.
"But all this while, I've never hurt anyone, nor have I ever thought of hurting anyone! I didn't, I didn't betray the important secrets of the Nighthawks. At most, at most, I've claimed some expenses that I shouldn't have. I really haven't done anything bad! "
"Klein." He suddenly shouted like he usually did. "I told you that the maxim of a Mystery Pryer is' do whatever you want, but do no harm. 'I've always adhered to this saying. I'd rather endure and wait than do anything that would harm others …"
Having said that, he pleaded in fear.
"Dunn, Royale, Klein, go back. Go back. Wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll be back to normal. I swear, I swear to the Goddess, I won't hurt anyone. Really!"
Dunn closed his eyes and asked in a very gentle tone, "What exactly do you want to do? What have you been trying to do? "
"Me?" Old Neil was at a loss at first. Then, filled with hope, he said, "I'm trying to resurrect Celeste. Dunn, I've found a way. I'm on the right path!"
"You should have heard that I made a mistake when I was performing ritualistic magic. I didn't cure her illness or save her. I know that it was because I didn't have a good grasp of mysticism. But now, I have enough knowledge and experience to complete everything! What a pity. I didn't get any inspiration from the Mystery Pryer's maxim and Daly's example. I missed the best opportunity. If I were a High-Sequence Beyonder, things would be much easier. " As he spoke, Old Neil sounded like he was about to cry. "No, I can't give up anymore … Dunn, go back, go back, I beg you."
Klein clenched his teeth and heard the captain's voice fluctuate slightly.
"How do you plan to resurrect Celeste?"
Old Neil instantly became excited.
"I'll use Alchemy of Life to prepare a body that won't age for her. Dunn, perhaps you don't know this, but a Sequence 4 of the Church of Earth Mother is good at Alchemy of Life. The corresponding Sequences of the Savant pathway can barely do it. Yes, I'll use the grace of a deity to complete it."
"Then, I'll summon her soul from the spirit world and pray for the help of a deity to reunite her soul and body."
"Isn't that a great idea?"
Dunn forced the corners of his mouth to curl up.
"Yes, it's a great idea. Old Neil, let us in. Perhaps we can help you. "
"… Dunn, are you still unwilling to let me go?" Old Neil pleaded. "Go back. Go back. I'll be back to normal tomorrow. Really. Dunn, I swear I won't steal your coffee beans again. Klein, Royale, I swear I won't make you cooperate with me to claim expenses that you shouldn't have. Really!"
Under Klein's and Royale's blurry vision, Dunn lowered his head before looking up and saying, "Old Neil, you misunderstand. We're here to visit you. You're our companion. You're sick and in a bad state, so we'll definitely visit you. Open the door and let us take a look. Let us rest assured. As long as you're really fine, we'll immediately return. As you know, there have been a lot of missions recently. We have to monitor the mental asylum while dealing with all kinds of sudden incidents."
Old Neil hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm really fine.
"I really don't have any big problems, really. I'll recover tomorrow."
The blood-red liquid that seeped out from the cracks in the door flowed down the steps and onto the stone path, flowing into the soil of the garden.
"Old Neil, we've known each other for 15 years, right? We've been on countless missions together. I'm very concerned and worried about you. I have to see you with my own eyes before I can be at ease, "Dunn said in a mellow voice.
"… Alright then." Old Neil mumbled, "I'm really fine."
With a creak, the door slowly opened. Klein quickly raised his hand to wipe his eyes, restoring his vision to normal.
Then, he saw that the carpet in the foyer was covered in a blood-colored, sticky, and hairy liquid.
He looked forward and gradually moved up. He realized that the floor, ceiling, round table, piano, and chairs were also covered in a disgusting, sticky, blood-colored liquid that was covered in short black hairs.
Old Neil's white head hung in midair, connected to the ceiling through a thick layer of sticky liquid. A pair of eyes grew out of his forehead and cheeks. They were cold and eyelash-less eyes.
The keys of the piano danced on their own, playing a beautiful and melodious melody.
"Dunn, look. I'm really fine." Old Neil said with a radiant smile. "Royale, Klein, you think so too, right!?"
The moment he opened his mouth, Klein saw a sticky, blood-colored liquid with short black hairs flowing inside.
Dunn's gray eyes flickered as he casually chatted.
"Old Neil, where did you learn Alchemy of Life and the resurrection ritual?"
Old Neil replied excitedly, "I heard it.
"I heard it. I've tried the first part. It's real! This is a gift from God. 'He' kept telling and describing in my ears. 'He' is, 'He' is … "
Old Neil's voice froze. More than ten seconds later, he said in a daze and fear,
Ten seconds later, he said in confusion and fear, "'He' is the Hidden Sage …"
Hidden Sage? Isn't that the non-personified deity that the Moses Ascetic Order believes in? And this deity later came to life, bringing with him evil and corruption … The Moses Ascetic Order holds the complete Mystery Pryer Sequence … Klein's heart stirred as he thought of many things.
At the mention of the Hidden Sage, Old Neil seemed to finally snap to his senses. He looked around in a daze and sized up everything.
In the indescribable silence, his six eyes looked at Dunn at the same time.
He said with a bitter smile, "So, so I've already become a monster …"
Without waiting for Dunn and company to reply, Old Neil suddenly revealed a panicked, fawning, fearful, and timid smile.
"Let me leave. I'll enter the mountains and never appear again. I won't hurt anyone. I'll only quietly attempt my ritual. Really, let me go. Please, I beg you."
And at that moment, Klein felt something illusory shatter in front of him.
Right on the heels of that, Old Neil's four cold, lashless eyes flashed with a dark glow as they locked onto Dunn. His expression turned indifferent.
"You're pulling me into a dream!"
"No, it's useless! My eyes can see through all of this! "
The blood-colored viscous liquid that covered the ceiling, floor, and walls began to squirm like a giant opening its mouth in an attempt to swallow Klein and company. As for Old Neil's head, it turned blurry like layers of illusions.
Klein didn't pull out his revolver in a panic. Instead, he reached into his pocket, intending to use the Slumber Charm.
Suddenly, he saw everything calm down again. The blood-colored, viscous liquid that was covered in dense black hair was as calm as a windless lake.
Old Neil lost his cold, cold, hateful, and longing expressions. He became calm and peaceful.
At some point in time, Dunn had already thrown Sealed Artifact 3-0611 into the blood-colored viscous liquid.
The four lashless eyes on Old Neil's forehead and cheeks slowly closed, as though he lacked the desire to open them.
Any creature that came into contact with the Tranquil Hair would become silent and lose all motivation until the end of their lives!
Dunn, Klein, and Royale drew their guns and aimed at each other's heads.
At that moment, Old Neil's face revealed an expression of extreme fear as he struggled with all his might. His strong desire to live was able to slightly overcome the influence of Sealed Artifact 3-0611.
The four additional eyes had disappeared. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth were deep. His hair was white, and his dark red eyes were slightly turbid. He looked just like the first time Klein saw him.
"Dunn, do you remember that I once saved you …"
"Royale, do you remember that I helped you save your family's lives …"
"Klein, do you remember that I taught you mysticism every day? Do you remember that we discussed how to claim expenses? Do you remember that I made you hand-ground coffee? Do you remember that we dealt with the out-of-control Mandated Punishers together? "
…
An illusory plea drilled into Klein's ears, causing his right hand, which was holding the revolver, to tremble. It made him feel that it was extremely difficult to pull the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
Two silver demon hunting bullets flew out, stabbing into Old Neil's head one after the other.
Klein saw the unusually familiar face reveal a look of despair. He saw his skull split open, and he saw blood and milky white splatter in all directions.
The surrounding viscous blood-colored liquid began to shrink, quietly flowing back to the area around Old Neil's head that had fallen to the ground. Dunn and Royale lowered their guns at the same time and fell into silence.
Klein watched all of this in silence. He watched as Old Neil's "corpse" finally turned into a pile of rotting flesh and blood. He saw a pair of dark red, crystalline eyes in the flesh and blood that were in pain.
He felt that all of this was more like a dream. He couldn't believe that it had happened and ended just like that.
He watched in a daze and speechless as Dunn took two steps forward and saw his captain's slightly hunched back.
Dressed in a black trench coat, Dunn looked at Old Neil's "corpse" in front of him.
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