Hodgdon's palm emitted a scarlet luster, and traces of bloody lines seeped into the veins of the stone statue. Soon, the surface of the stone statue cracked, and the broken stones fell to the ground like festering skin, revealing a mummified female corpse.
The shriveled corpse was painted with all kinds of strange curses with black and red wood pulp. It seemed to exude a kind of curse and resentment. As Hodgdon touched it, the curses began to fade and were replaced by a bloody color. The bloody color came from the body of the female corpse.
At first, the bloody mist was very light, but as Hodgdon gently touched it, the bloody mist gradually turned dark red and solidified, as if it was purified by some strange power. Yarlin's pupils contracted slightly. He stared at the scene in front of him with great interest. A bloody shadow seemed to be extracted from the female corpse, and it was constantly condensing in Hodgdon's hand. An eerie resentment filled the air.
"It seems to be very different from the information given by Faulkner. The information didn't say that Hodgdon could refine corpses." Yarlin glanced at the stone wall above his head. It was a rough drawing of balls of thread. Some parts were damaged, but he could vaguely tell that the main character of the drawing was a woman. Then, she seemed to have suffered all kinds of cruel punishments. In the end, her eyes were gouged out and she was sealed in the tomb while she was still alive. A few of the stone paintings in the middle were damaged. Then, he jumped to the last stone painting. "Is that the Devil's Fruit?"
On the stone painting, there was a black shadow looking down. It looked like a circle of human figures, but it also looked like the shadow of a huge tree. In the center of the shadow was a fruit with complicated patterns. On the fruit, there was a pattern that extended to the embryo of a baby. The heart of the baby in the embryo had been dug out.
Yarlin was sure that the fruit was the Devil's Fruit, but he didn't understand the deeper meaning of the gouged out baby's heart, the connection, and the ghostly shadows.
This was the second last stone painting, and the last one was a sea. A heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the sea.
The information on the painting jumped too much, and Yarlin was completely confused. Fortunately, he didn't think about it anymore. Instead, he glanced at Hodgdon and said, "Are you extracting resentment from the corpse?"
Hodgdon's breathing suddenly became rapid. He stared at the uninvited guest and asked in a hoarse voice, "You can see it? You can actually see the resentment condensed by the red mist! "
"If you're referring to the female face without eyes that is gradually solidifying in your hand, then I think I can see it very clearly." Ya Erlin shrugged, but the Crimson Malevolence Spider on his shoulder was nowhere to be seen. A curious look appeared on his face. "Can you tell me what you're doing?"
Hodgdon's gaze on Yarlin turned dark. His voice was strangely hoarse as if there was a walnut stuck in his throat. "I call this a soul. After a person dies, their soul usually dissipates, but in the long history, there were always some special people whose souls didn't completely dissipate after death. Instead, they attached themselves to some strange ancient objects. As time passed, most of them eventually disappeared, but some stubbornly survived."
"What's the use of that?" Yarlin leaned toward Hodgdon.
"It's useless to others because they can't even see it, but to me …" Hodgdon licked his lips. Hodgdon licked his lips. He looked at the ghost in his hand affectionately. The woman's empty eyes stared at the eyeball that he had crushed. Her eye sockets seemed to be bleeding. "But it's different for me. I can extract this kind of soul and attach it to my body."
"So, this is the true face of your ability?" A faint black light appeared in Yarlin's eyes. He had heard that in this vast sea, there were some seemingly ordinary Devil Fruits that could develop extremely terrifying and strange abilities. It seemed like Hodgdon's Devil Fruit belonged to this category.
"You can see the existence of souls. This proves that the ability I extracted from a cross and attached to my eyes is not lonely. I should be very happy, but after thinking about it, I feel that this feeling of loneliness is not bad." Hodgdon lifted his leg and kicked forward. The empty sarcophagus spun in the air and turned upside down towards Yarlin's position.
"That's a pity. Then, before I die, can you tell me what the stone paintings above my head mean?" Yarlin stared coldly at the sarcophagus and asked faintly.
"The history of the entire world is missing. Who would have the time to decipher the weird murals in the tomb of some ignorant tribe? Maybe it's just some meaningless graffiti. It can't be that they intend to reveal the origin of the Devil Fruit to you, right?" Hodgdon sneered. He jumped up and stepped on the back of the sarcophagus. His right hand touched the sarcophagus, and a red light enveloped the entire sarcophagus. "Refining Stone!"
The heavy sarcophagus's molecules condensed like steel, and its density and weight increased at a terrifying rate. Yarlin looked up at the falling sarcophagus. Hodgdon's dull voice came from the back of the sarcophagus. "Or if you want to know the answer, you can ask the ancestors in this tomb after you die!"
Boom!
In an instant, there was a loud bang, as if a bomb had exploded in the cramped space. The sarcophagus exploded and split open from the middle. Countless pieces of rubble flew in all directions. A man in a white navy uniform walked out with a cold expression.
"Wrong answer!" Yarlin brushed off the dust on his body. There were traces of Yin Marks flying around him. His left hand casually dropped to the side of his trousers. Circles of black lines spun and spread throughout the entire stone hall.
The growth of his physical attributes made his control of the black lines in his body more and more powerful. With the end of the battle with Smoker, and the more he understood about the Devil Fruit, Yarlin was also making improvements to his own attack methods and moves.
In other words, he was expanding his arsenal and climbing his skill tree!
"Bind · Black Web Prison!"
Yarlin raised a palm, and the entire stone hall's floor was covered with black lines. Then, he suddenly lifted it up, like layers of stacked cobwebs contracting towards a point in the center.
"You keep forgetting to ask me why I'm here …" Yarlin stepped on the ground, and his whole body pulled out a series of black shadows as he rushed towards Hodgdon, whose face changed dramatically. He said eerily, "It's to take your life!"
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