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"Kane, you are too used to Frith. If grandpa were here, he would definitely tell you... Yeah! Kane!"
Kelly, who came up from the kitchen on the first floor with a piece of soft bread, hadn't finished speaking when she saw blood oozing from the corner of Kane's mouth. For a moment, he couldn't care about the soft bread in his hand and the proper posture of a nun.
Kelly, who didn't know the bread had fallen to the ground, ran to help Kane in a panic, but saw Kane wave his hand, with no look of pain on his weak face.
"Sister Kelly, I'm fine. I just coughed and broke my throat. It's nothing serious."
After comforting Kelly, Kane picked up the dirty bread on the floor with a smile, and his face seemed much better.
"Kane, let me eat this bread, and I'll get you another one."
He tried to take the dirty bread, but Kane cleverly avoided it.
"It's okay. I will remove the dirty areas. I will go back and lie down first. Sister Kelly, you are busy with your business and don't worry about me."
"Well, take care of yourself."
Seeing Kane walking up to the third floor tremblingly and resolutely, although it was not visible on his face, Kelly was extremely anxious in her heart.
Grandpa is not here, should we call back Uncle Fern who is contacting clients about the ceremony time?
As soon as the idea came up, Kelly ran to the telephone on the first floor without hesitation.
In this world, nothing is more important than Kane.
"Click"
Back on the third floor, Kane had just locked the wooden door, and then,
His body slid down the smooth and strong door panel onto the wooden floor like a soft noodle.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Looking at the blood on the back of his hand, Kane felt as if his heart was being grasped by a huge hand and was in great pain.
This situation happened once half a month ago. I thought it would get better after a period of self-cultivation, but I didn't expect the sudden pain to come again. If Kelly saw her in this state, she would definitely make that kind-hearted little girl
It feels uncomfortable. Instead of being sad with someone who cares about you, it is better to go back to the room and get through it on your own.
"There is absolutely no heart disease in this body. What on earth is wrong with me?"
Panting heavily and unable to do anything, Kane rolled over and lay on the bed, gritting his teeth and constantly strengthening his subconscious desire to survive.
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die..."
His consciousness gradually blurred, and in a daze, Kane seemed to see a phantom hovering next to him.
This shadow longs to take away his soul.
…
On the outskirts of Celephes, in the basement of a single-family villa surrounded by gardens, a match burned without warning, and the darkness suddenly dissipated.
The short man with an inverted cross of thorns carved on his bald head sat cross-legged on the ground and lit the candles one after another.
On top of the strange pattern carved by the ashes of beasts, separated at both ends, two candles, one black and one red, are located in it, burning slowly in the flickering light of the fire.
There is also a pure black opaque wide-mouth gourd bottle placed around the candle, and the black bottle cap is placed next to the bottle.
The bloodstone extracted from living people flashed a dull dark red from time to time in the interlaced firelight of the two candles. Sensing that the right time had come, the man grabbed a handful of ancient tomb soil and sprinkled it into the jar, capped it.
After passing the soil of the church courtyard that was paved in advance on the lower floor,
Immediately afterwards, the man took out the nightshade incense powder that he had prepared and carefully sprinkled it on the photo in his palm.
As the powder increased, the handsome black-haired boy in the photo became a little blurry.
A low and rhythmic voice sounded from the basement.
"I summon the creatures of the night, I call upon the night, and invade Kane's home with your power.
In the name of the power found in heaven that rises to Cain's home and tortures his soul, life and happiness, I command it to be done."
After the chant, the man lit the photo with the flame of a black candle,
Strangely, the photos that were supposed to burn up quickly turned into small black particles in the slow-moving line of fire, and were controlled by the man to fall into a black wide-mouth bottle.
After a second of calm, a high-pitched chant came from the man's mouth.
"You are no longer at peace! From now on, the creatures of the night will fill Kane's soul!
Beast that patrols the shadows, your peace and your joy rise from the lower realms, from the endless cave, and bring your wrath to Cain!"
Throwing the half-burned photo directly into the bottle, the man's voice became calmer:
"Use your power to attack Kane and harvest his soul and life."
In an instant, only half of the black candle left burned quickly. Without hesitation, the man threw the blood stone he had prepared into the black bottle, and then quickly capped the bottle.
After the bottle cap closed the black bottle, the red candle that was originally burning at a normal speed also suddenly accelerated. The tears falling down were as sad as a tortured soul. In just three seconds, the red candle had only three points left.
one.
However, the black candle burned faster than the man expected. Before the red candle could finish burning, the boiling black candle had already burned out.
The moment the black candle goes out, the red candle resumes its normal burning rate.
The man looked at the remaining quarter of the red candle and sighed deeply.
"Haha, you failed again, three times, right?
Nantes, I really wonder if you were sleepwalking when you passed the path of truth, and you couldn't even curse an ordinary kid who didn't take the path of truth to death."
The chandelier in the basement suddenly lit up, and a kind-faced old man in a suit who was already in his seventies sat gracefully on a chair, mercilessly mocking the bald dwarf who had his back turned to him. A white bone bracelet with strange symbols engraved on his wrist dangled.
To and fro.
"Herit, you think you are powerful, so why don't you go? When that old guy Herrag came out to find me, three ghouls were enough to massacre the Requiem Church, right?"
Originally a little irritated because of repeated failures, Nante scolded him mercilessly.
"You only talk useless nonsense all day long, Herrit. If you can shut up your stinky mouth, maybe I can let you and your stinky dogs stay for a few more days."
Hearing what Nantes said, Herritt clapped his hands indifferently.
"What a stinky dog? You're wrong.
Shirley, come in and show this useless forty-five-year-old virgin your new look."
The closed basement was suddenly pushed open, and a hot blonde beauty walked into the basement naked, knelt down on the ground in a charming manner, held up the old man's smooth leather shoes with a pious expression and stuck out her tongue, as if
Savoring the supreme deliciousness.
"This skin was chosen by Shirley herself. How about it? You have a good sense, right? If you are interested, I wouldn't mind letting Shirley help you grow up."
He stood up and cleaned up the mess of the curse ceremony. He casually glanced at the blonde beauty and stopped looking at her. However, he remained merciless on his lips.
"Hmph! No matter how good the skin is, it can't change the nature of a stinking dead dog inside. Herrit, you are as disgusting as your ghoul! I will not be with such a ghost... Humph!"
"If this can help you get over the shadow of three failures, I don't mind if you scold me...that's enough, you can get out."
After boringly kicking Shirley away and letting Shirley crawl out of the basement on all fours like an animal, Herritt walked up to Nante and patted Nante on the shoulder.
