North Borough, Alcala Street.
Kapusky Reid was sitting in a reclining chair in the activity room, lost in thought. Beside him was a fireplace burning with charcoal.
As a senior teacher at a public school, his weekly salary was more than four pounds. This was enough for him to lead a rather good life as a single person. However, the clothes he wore at home had many patches, and the teacup on the table was very simple.
Without taking off his wig, Kapusky's most eye-catching features were his high cheekbones and slightly protruding breasts — a deformity where the sternum protruded forward.
On his knee was a poetry collection written in ancient Feysac, but he hadn't flipped a single page for a long time.
Kapusky's eyes were unfocused. Suddenly, he heard someone chuckle in his ear.
"I'm very puzzled. You didn't escape and stayed at home. Aren't you afraid of the police coming?"
The voice was low and hoarse, like a boy going through puberty.
Kapusky trembled and nearly jumped out of the reclining chair.
He turned his head abruptly and saw a figure sitting on the sofa a few steps away!
The figure was wearing a summer linen shirt and thin trousers. His face was hazy, making it impossible to see him clearly.
"W-who are you? What are you doing here? "Kapusky asked as he gripped the armrest tightly.
Klein, who had used his hallucination powers, leaned back, clasped his hands, and leisurely said, "Last night, heh.
"Last night, ha, it should be early this morning, I just saved you."
"Saved us?" Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions, Kapusky relaxed a little. "W-you're the person in the forest? You finished off the corpse we awakened? "
As he spoke, he moved rather awkwardly, showing obvious fear.
He was able to sneak in without me noticing when I was awake. I definitely couldn't resist … Such thoughts quickly flashed through Kapusky's mind.
"You're lucky that I happened to pass by. Otherwise, there would be corpses strewn all over the ground, corpses that had been torn to shreds." Klein smiled. "Back to our previous question, I'm very curious. You actually dared to stay at home. Do you know what crime you've committed?"
From Kapusky's performance before and after the resurrection ritual, he had confirmed that he was a rookie. It was impossible for him to have the skill to hide the color of his true emotions. Therefore, he planned on using questioning and Spirit Vision to figure out the whole story. At most, he would use divination to verify it.
"I, I know, buying corpses privately, robbing graves, these are all crimes that can land me in jail for more than ten years, and, and, and, I will definitely be punished by the Church." Kapusky, who looked less than 30 years old, took a deep breath and smiled bitterly. "However, as long as I don't cause too much of a problem, those children and their parents won't report me because they did the same thing. Even if they do meritorious deeds and turn themselves in, they'll still end up in prison for a period of time."
"Heh." Kapusky laughed self-deprecatingly. "Some children have already told their parents my identity. They got the gang to warn me to resign within a week and stay away from school. I agreed."
Klein nodded slightly.
"It's a good thing to have a change of environment. Of course, don't do such things again. Bewitching ignorant children to commit crimes is an extremely evil act."
"No, never again. I actually didn't expect it to be so dangerous. I just saw that they had the same hobbies as me, so I wanted to teach them and lead them in search of the secret to eternal life. As for digging graves, many doctors have done it a long time ago." Kapusky sighed with lingering fear.
The color of his emotions matches his current state … He doesn't sound like a member of the Charismatic Order … Klein thought for a moment and asked bluntly, "Where did you learn the Spirit Dance?
"Where did you learn the Spirit Dance?"
"Spirit Dance? Ah, I call it the Dance of Death. "Kapusky was first taken aback before he came to a realization." It was taught to me by an old gentleman. "
"An old gentleman?" Klein pressed.
Kapusky fell into a daze from his memories.
"He was a tramp who fainted in front of my house due to a serious illness."
"I didn't know that he was sick back then. I thought that he had simply fainted, so I helped him home, gave him a hot towel, and applied some ointment on him."
"After he woke up, he told me not to send him to the hospital or clinic. He also mentioned that death wasn't the end."
"I've experienced the death of my parents and a few other relatives, so I'm very interested in similar things. So, I chatted with him and realized that he had profound knowledge and an admirable philosophy in this area. He seemed to be very satisfied with my curiosity. In the end, he even performed a miracle of killing a mosquito and waking it up."
This opening … I've read at least ten similar novels in my previous life. They were all about kindly picking up a dying grandpa and then having a fortuitous encounter … The corners of Klein's mouth twitched.
"So, you left him at home?"
Kapusky nodded solemnly.
"Yes. If it weren't for the lack of time, I even wanted to become his student."
"In those few days, he taught me the Dance of Death and taught me a lot of knowledge. Unfortunately, the time was too short. Just as I entered the state, he died, leaving behind only a copper whistle."
Before he could finish his sentence, Kapusky took out an exquisite copper whistle that didn't look old.
"This is it."
I have one too … It's probably at the Ancestor level … Klein lampooned and asked thoughtfully, "How long ago was this?
What did he look like? What did he look like? Where did you bury him? "
"Half a year ago. His most obvious characteristic was his white hair and the red spots on the side of his face. He got me to bury him in the garden at the back," Kapusky said after doing some calculations.
It's not Mr. Aztec, but there's a high chance that he's a member of the Charismatic Order. His Sequence might not be low … Klein then asked,
"Apart from the Spirit Dance, you've only learned the resurrection ritual?"
"I've only learned half of that ritual. I can only improve it bit by bit based on scattered knowledge and folklore," Kapusky answered very honestly.
Improve it based on folklore? Oh, that poor black cat. May the Goddess bless you … Klein resisted the urge to draw the crimson moon on his chest.
"Other than that?" he pressed.
"Yes, there's also this copper whistle. I think it's the key to communicating with the World beyond your senses." Kapusky raised his hand to blow at it and said wistfully, "Every time I blow it, I can feel my surroundings turn cold. I feel like someone is watching me, and I feel like someone is pulling at me …"
As he spoke, Klein, who had his Spirit Vision activated, saw rippling patterns on the ground. A cold aura emanated as the furnace fire and light dimmed a little.
Right on the heels of that, a skull with three dead fish eyes appeared. Around the skull were black, segmented tentacles that tangled around it.
A tentacle reached out, occasionally touching Kapusky's leg and tugging at his clothes. It appeared rather anxious, but Kapusky didn't respond at all, as though he didn't notice it at all.
This is a messenger, right? The copper whistle is used to summon the corresponding messenger … Why did you summon it without giving it a letter? Klein was a little stunned.
At this moment, Kapusky looked at him excitedly.
"Do you feel it? The surroundings have turned cold! The gas lamp has also dimmed! "
"It's true. Someone is watching me and pulling at me!"
The horrible-looking messenger tried his best to touch Kapusky again and again, but in the end, he didn't receive a letter. He helplessly burrowed back into the "underground."
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly as he silently muttered to himself, I take back what I just said.
He's not a noob. He's a noob. He's a noob miser.
He's not a Beyonder at all!
I previously thought that he was someone who had just learned the basics of mysticism, but from the looks of it, he hasn't even found the door …
A Sequence 9 Corpse Collector of the Death pathway can directly see ghosts and Spirit Bodies …
Combined with Kapusky's use of the copper whistle to command the zombies after the ritual, Klein was completely convinced that he wasn't lying. He couldn't help but sigh silently.
Soon after, he thought of a question.
"If I write a note to the messenger, where will it go?"
"A true member of the Charismatic Order? A senior member? "
Suppressing this thought, Klein nodded.
"It has indeed become gloomy."
After replying, he quickly changed the topic. "Have you felt anything unusual since the old man died?"
"Hmm … Not before, but in the past two weeks, I occasionally feel that someone around me is like a corpse, the kind that can be awakened." Kapusky asked, half afraid and half puzzled, "Is this an illusion?"
It matches what Adol said. He wasn't lying … Klein glanced at the color of Kapusky's aura and sincerely reminded him, "Don't worry.
"I suggest that for the next two months, you go to the church at least three times a week to attend mass and listen to prayers."
"If you don't want to do that, you can reserve a grave for yourself first."
"Alright …" Kapusky replied, a little disappointed.
He thought it was a sign that he had improved!
Klein thought for a moment and said in a commanding tone,
"Take me to the old man's corpse."
"Ah? Alright. "Kapusky wanted to refuse, but he instantly recognized reality.
He took his tools and led Klein out the back door of the kitchen, into the withered garden, and stopped in front of a crooked tree.
Klein stood by the side and watched Kapusky skillfully dig through the soil, revealing the stone slab beneath.
After finishing the upper layer, Kapusky used his tools to pry open the stone slab.
Pfft!
The stone slab pressed down on the soil that had just been dug out, and the not-so-deep grave was illuminated by the crimson moonlight that faintly penetrated the clouds.
Kapusky subconsciously looked over and suddenly screamed. He took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
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