"Meow!"
The black cat's meow echoed in the open space surrounded by the secluded forest. Be it the adult black-robed man or the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls, all of them cast their gazes at the corpse lying in the middle.
A cold gust of wind blew as the black cat landed on the ground. It stared intently at the human who had thrown it out and kept sweeping its tail.
Suddenly, its fur stood on end again. Then, it exerted strength in its legs and leaped up, running in another direction.
Unfortunately, its actions did not attract the slightest bit of attention. All the humans present were focused on the motionless corpse.
Time ticked by, but the corpse didn't undergo any changes that were worth looking forward to.
"Did it fail again?" A youth approached, squatted down, and poked the corpse's skin with his finger.
"There's no reaction." He turned his body halfway and said to the black-robed man and his companions.
At this moment, he felt a gust of wind blowing from the bottom to the top of his face.
With a whoosh, the corpse sat up!
The youth jumped in fright before he cheered in pleasant surprise.
"Success! Success … "
Before he could finish his sentence, the corpse suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into its embrace. Then, it opened its mouth and bit down, producing a crunching sound as blood gushed out.
"Ah! Save me! "The youth screamed in horror as he used all his strength to retreat, but he was unable to break free.
The corpse raised its head, revealing its white teeth, as well as the bits of flesh hanging in between its teeth and the blood that flowed down its mouth.
The black-robed man was first taken aback before he took out a brass whistle, placed it in his mouth, and blew it.
Following that, he said in Hermes:
"In the name of Death, I command you!"
As his voice echoed, the corpse stopped gnawing and momentarily froze on the spot.
The youth, whose neck and shoulder had been bitten into a bloody mess, was also limp, as though he had lost his soul. The soil around his lower body was moist.
"It really works …" the black-robed man muttered in pleasant surprise. He pointed at the corpse and said in Hermes again, "Get up!"
The corpse suddenly stood up, flung its arms, and ran deep into the secluded forest.
"Come back!" the black-robed man shouted in surprise, but he didn't notice any signs of the corpse stopping.
He blew the whistle again and shouted in a dignified voice:
"I command you to return in the name of the Grim Reaper!"
Following his words, the dead body disappeared into the trees.
"I told you to come back …" The black-robed man was stunned on the spot and muttered to himself.
In the forest, Klein held Aztec's copper whistle and matchbox in one hand. He lit the matches with the other hand and flicked them out with a flick of his wrist before throwing them on the ground.
During this process, he moved backward in an arc.
Thud thud thud!
The corpse with a pale face and a foul stench rushed over, its lifeless eyes staring straight at the ancient and exquisite copper whistle.
Klein puffed up his cheeks as he retreated. He aimed at the corpse and simulated his voice.
Bang!
The corpse suddenly swayed, and a piercing wound appeared on its chest.
Bang!
Klein puffed his cheeks again and fired another Air Bomb.
Puff! Half of the corpse's head was broken, and there was rotten liquid dripping from it.
However, this wasn't a fatal injury. It only paused for a moment before appearing again.
Seeing this, Klein took a step back and made a noise.
Pa!
A bright flame rose from the ground and enveloped the corpse, igniting its clothes. Thud thud thud!
Thud thud thud!
The corpse rushed through the flames and continued to move forward like a mad bull.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Klein snapped his fingers, causing scarlet flames to rise from the ground.
The corpse rushed through the flames without feeling any pain. Its body gradually began to burn more and more intensely, giving off a strange feeling like a melting candle.
Finally, the corpse that had turned into a torch rushed in front of Klein and clawed at him.
At the same time, a flame rose and enveloped it and Klein at the same time.
The corpse grabbed Klein's shoulder, but all it did was squeeze out sparks.
Klein's figure dissipated in the scarlet flames and appeared at the farthest bonfire.
The corpse seemed to have used up all its strength and stopped struggling. It quickly melted in the dark green flames, turning into ashes and wax.
"He's stronger than all the zombies and wraiths I've encountered before. Well, he's not as good as Mr. Aztec's descendant … If it weren't for me, they would all have died here today." Klein shook his head and walked through the forest toward the open field.
At this time, the man in the black robe had already noticed the changes in the forest. Without hesitation, he turned around and fled. The seven or eight young men and women first scattered, but as they ran, they realized that they were the only ones around, so they timidly stopped, returned to their original spots, and gathered together.
Having just experienced the corpse being awakened and being gnawed on, they really didn't dare to run in the dark of the night alone.
This would make them feel a chill at the back of their necks.
They looked at each other, but none of them dared to help the youth whose neck and shoulders were a bloody mess. They were afraid that he would turn into a zombie at any moment.
In the brief silence that made their hearts beat like drums, they were surprised to see a clown in exaggerated clothes with red, yellow, and white paint walk out of the forest.
This was an illusion created directly by Klein.
He surveyed the area and didn't chase after the black-robed man.
He hoarsely asked, "Who was the one who presided over the ritual just now?"
Who? The young men and women seemed to be in a daze. After a few seconds, a trembling boy was pushed out and answered, "H-he's our ancient Feysac teacher, Kapusky Reid …"
"He claims to have a deep understanding of death, and he wants to lead us in search of the mysteries of eternal life."
So he's our teacher in ancient Feysac … The mysteries of eternal life?
So he's a teacher in school … The mysteries of eternal life? There's really no need to pay taxes for bragging … From the looks of it, this fellow isn't a Spirit Medium. At most, he's a Gravedigger. He might even be a Sequence 9, a corpse collector … Of course, he might not be from the Death pathway, and he only joined the Charismatic Order because of his worship … After Klein asked where Kapusky lived, he thought for a moment and said, "Go back.
Don't participate in such matters again. Don't leak it out. "
"Otherwise, all of you will die."
Then, he emphasized again, "Don't worry.
"All of you will die."
The young men and women, who had been scared out of their wits by what had just happened, nodded frantically. They leaned on each other and prepared to leave.
At this moment, a young girl with smooth hair pointed at her companion who was moaning in pain on the ground.
"H-is he alright?"
"He won't die for now, but he has to be taken to a doctor. Just say that he was bitten by a hyena that often eats rotten meat." Klein ignored them and returned to the forest.
The young men and women looked at each other, and someone blurted out a question.
"Excuse me, excuse me, how should I address you?"
Klein smiled and deliberately misled the other party by replying in a deep voice, "That's right.
"I'm just a gatekeeper of Hell."
As he spoke, a mist suddenly spread out, and his figure disappeared from where he stood.
Of course, this was all an illusion.
"Gatekeeper of Hell?" The young man and woman repeated the word softly, each with their own thoughts.
However, after a gust of bone-chilling cold wind blew past, they shivered once again. They helped their companions up and left the place without daring to look back.
…
This is a member of the Charismatic Order? How disappointing … If he hadn't abandoned his current identity, I would have visited him in the middle of the night when I'm free to see what he knows. Yes, I have to teach him a lesson so that he won't dare to harm the students again. Are "Spirit Dances" and "resurrection rituals" to be fooled around? Klein habitually made judgments from the perspective of a Nighthawk.
Soon, he returned to Rogo Colloman's mansion and patiently waited for the security personnel to move.
As soon as he found an opportunity, he immediately climbed over the fence, quickly approached the house through the shadows, and quietly climbed onto the balcony.
At this moment, the dummy disguised as him was still smoking.
Pa! Klein snapped his fingers.
The figure in front of him immediately turned into a thin piece of paper and floated into his palm.
Compared to before, this piece of paper was covered in rusty red marks. It could no longer be used.
Klein didn't dare to throw it away. He folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.
After doing all of this, he leisurely stepped into the corridor and returned to Adol's bedroom.
"What took you so long?" Stuart asked with a trembling voice.
He had gone to the door to investigate and found Sherlock Moriarty smoking one cigarette after another, but he didn't dare leave the bedroom because of his duty.
Klein smiled and said, "Take a break and relax.
"Take a break and relax. You can come too. I don't mind."
"I …" Stuart was about to agree when he suddenly realized that he would be the only one on the balcony. He would be surrounded by the darkness of the night, the light that wasn't bright enough, and the cold wind. It was an environment that always reminded people of ghost stories.
Therefore, he forced a smile.
"It's fine. I don't need it."
Klein smiled without a word. He sat down again and let the reclining chair rock slowly in the dark night.
The shaking lasted until daybreak, and nothing else happened.
Adol woke up and sat on the bed, lost in thought.
Klein didn't say anything. He swapped places with Kaslana and her female assistant and slowly walked to the guest room to catch up on his sleep.
In the midst of his slumber, he heard Rogo Carolman exclaim in a loud voice of surprise and delight:
"Oh, my child, are you alright?"
"Holy Lord of Storms, I want to donate 300 pounds to the Church!"
"Y-you're saying that they won't come to kill you? Did you misunderstand? "
300 pounds? How extravagant … Klein turned over and hugged the soft and warm blanket as he mumbled.
Then, he continued to sleep soundly.
At noon, Klein went downstairs for lunch. Kaslana sat opposite him and asked with a frown, "Did anything happen last night?
Did anything happen last night? "
"No," Klein answered succinctly, then he smiled and said, "Does Adol waking up and going to the bathroom count?"
Beside him, Stuart slowed down and nodded in agreement.
Kaslana's gaze swept across their faces, then she retracted it and replied in a deep voice,
She replied in a deep voice, "No."
The corners of Klein's mouth curled up as he skillfully cut the steak.
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