With the faint light in the manor, Rolle carefully observed his surroundings and did not find the disgusting fly, but the annoying sound of 'buzzing' was still heard.
Obviously, this 'fly' is extremely cunning.
He continued to touch deeper into the back garden, and the 'buzzing' sound became increasingly clear.
As he walked, he heard some small sounds again.
Using the cover of the bushes, Luo Er slowly approached the source of the sound, then popped his head up and looked over with the faint light source around him.
Those were two twitching corpses...
Judging from the clothes, they must be the servants and maids here. They are disheveled, as if they are hiding in the garden and doing casual things.
The facial expression of the corpse was ferocious and frightening, the eyes seemed to be bulging out of their sockets, streams of dirty blood were still flowing from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and various deep dig marks left by the fingers on the turf beneath the body were visible.
Lai experienced great pain before his death.
Luo Er got closer and found that their Tianling Caps had been smashed, revealing a dark and bloody hole...
"No...it's not broken, it's more like it was destroyed from within...the brain jumped out on its own?"
Luo Er's face hidden under the mask could not help but frown. It seemed that he, a model enthusiastic citizen, was going to solve a major case today.
He followed the "buzzing" sound and continued deeper into the garden. Then he saw some light at an underground entrance similar to a wine cellar, and vaguely heard some voices inside.
Rolle popped out the bone spur with his left hand, unlocked the wine cellar door, pulled it open, and got in.
The first floor of the wine cellar looks like a normal wine cellar, with bottles of red wine on the shelves on both sides and a few cold light lights on the walls.
The position of one of the wine racks was slightly offset, revealing a person-high hole in the back, and the firelight could be seen swaying in the hole.
"Shh!"
Luo Er made a 'silence' gesture to the little milk cat.
The little milk cat quickly covered its mouth with its two little paws and nodded.
Rolle got into the hole and found that there was a spiral staircase inside. He went down the stairs and came to a wide basement. There were more than a dozen people inside, performing some kind of mysterious ritual.
Luo Er hid outside the door and observed secretly.
These dozen or so people were wearing the most common white robes on the market. They looked like ordinary priests, but there was a strange and evil pattern painted on their chests: a pair of insect cicada wings, with a leaf full of fur in the middle.
The mouth is full of teeth.
Their positions formed the shape of a six-pointed star, and everyone was muttering something in a low voice in a language that Luo Er couldn't understand. The surroundings were obviously not ventilated, but the torches and braziers were still swaying, drawing everyone's shadow.
The old man was twisting wildly on the floor and wall, looking like a group of demons dancing around.
The whole scene looked like a cult ritual.
In the middle of them, that is, in the central area of the six-pointed star, there is also a pattern of wings and a large mouth. There are also several long sacks lying on the pattern, which are constantly squirming.
A young woman's sobs could be heard coming from one of the sacks:
"Brother...why did you do this? Mom and dad will never forgive you..."
A young man walked out from among the cult members, with an extremely ferocious expression on his face. He stepped hard on the sack that made the noise, forcing her to quiet down.
"Master Deyol, you can start."
A thin old man in the crowd said.
The young man nodded, took out a snake-shaped dagger from his arms, cut his wrist, and sprinkled a few strands of blood on the center of the six-pointed star.
The blood boiled and surged after it hit the ground, and quickly spread around like a carpet, turning the center of the hexagram into a surging pool of blood.
The young man threw the three sacks on the ground into the blood pool with his own hands. With a violent twist, the sacks slowly sank into the blood pool.
Then, with a crazy look on his face, he knelt on the ground and shouted loudly:
"Welcome our Lord to come!"
Other cult members also knelt down and shouted together:
"Welcome our Lord to come!"
The blood pool began to boil violently again, and something covered in mosaics slowly rose from it.
It is a mosaic in the literal sense. The true appearance of this thing cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye, but it has a roughly statue-like outline.
The statue slowly flew over the young man's head, then turned into a ray of gray light and penetrated into his body.
The young man was suddenly shaken, and his body began to twist violently. In the blink of an eye, he grew into a two-meter giant. His originally handsome face became ferocious and evil, and he had lumps of iron bulging out of his body.
Ordinary muscles emit a faint green light.
He became green and became stronger.
"This is... what a majestic power! I feel like nothing in this world can resist me!"
The young man's voice became hoarse and dry, as if sandpaper were polishing stones. He casually punched the side, and the strong wind caused a big hole in the wall.
"Ah! What a terrifying power! Thank you, my Lord, for your gift!"
The blood pool in the middle no longer boiled, became quiet, and slowly solidified.
Other cult members showed happy expressions on their faces and stepped forward to congratulate them. Only the thin old man looked suspicious and muttered in a low voice:
"This... although it is a good thing that our Lord gives us strength, why didn't He come? Is there something wrong with our ritual?"
The young man noticed this scene and asked:
"High Priest, what's the problem?"
The old man did not answer him, but stared at the dried blood on the ground, which was condensing into a symbol.
"This symbol is a bit strange. It has never appeared before. Its meaning is..."
The old man murmured in a low voice, took out a pamphlet from his arms, and after reading it for a while, his expression suddenly changed.
"This actually means...run quickly?"
The young man's expression suddenly became tense, as if he noticed something, and he shouted angrily at the basement door:
"who is it?"
From the shadows outside the door, Roll's figure wearing a top hat and a black and white mask slowly walked out.
"Just a concerned citizen passing by."
Luo Er whispered, the sword had been taken out from his left hand, and he continued to speak slowly:
"I have been hesitant before because I don't want to kill anyone. Even if they are sinners, I should not be judged by them. But now...I suddenly changed my mind...
so……"
"You! You! All! Must! Die!"
He spoke word by word, picked up his sword, and rushed towards the cultist quickly.