"Alpha understands, this is Mr. Lear Washington..."
"Mr. Zelen has already told me that the person I will hand over this time is the executive officer of the Heretic Arbitration that handles cursed objects, right?" The tombkeeper interrupted Alpha's words, and he glanced at the person still there coldly.
Lear on earth.
Lear wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He clearly and horrifiedly remembered that at that moment, countless hands composed of black mist on the dead soul monster reached into his body.
His head hurt so much. Lear took a long breath and opened his eyes weakly. His limbs were so weak. There was no injury in his chest, but there was a tearing pain.
"Yes, dear Mr. Gravekeeper." Alpha bowed respectfully.
"If you're not dead, then stand up." The gravekeeper looked coldly at Lear's brown eyes, and the latter nodded with a wry smile and stood up reluctantly holding on to the wall.
"Lear Washington, the Heretic Arbitration Tribunal." Lear made a very simple introduction to himself. He glanced at the tombkeeper's face a few times and couldn't help but sigh that the tombkeeper must have been an extremely handsome man when he was young.
"Gravekeeper." The gravekeeper stood up against the huge coffin behind him, "Lead the way."
"Please follow Alpha this way."
Under the leadership of Alpha, the three of them passed through the lobby inlaid with stones of sanctions. Lear felt that they were walking uphill, but there was still silence and darkness.
The black-masked people who occasionally came and went were talking in low voices. They stepped barefoot on the pitted stone ground, but they didn't have any superfluous expressions.
The spiral stone staircase descended slowly, and the stone doors closed with a heavy "clang" sound. Finally, when Lear appeared a little irritable, they stopped outside the dark and cold stone door.
"This is it. Alpha will leave first. Please don't go out without permission until Alpha comes. The mechanism here is fully designed by the Sifria Agency. If you move around a little, you will never be able to come out."
Alpha put her hands under her lower abdomen, bent down and spoke respectfully. Then, she gently bit her fingertips and rubbed them on the stone head of the winged monster outside the stone door.
The strange winged monster seemed to be alive and opened its mouth. With a "bang", the heavy moss-covered stone door slowly opened.
Inside, there were seven hand-thick iron chains passing through the limbs, and an old man was hung in the air without knowing whether he was dead or alive.
He was stripped of his clothes and pants. His naked upper body was strong but had numerous scars. There was dried blood at the corner of his mouth. There was a huge bullet hole to the right of his heart, and the bullet was still embedded in his
The blood inside his body turned dark red, but even so, one could imagine the blood gushing out the first moment he was assassinated.
When Lear and the tombkeeper both walked in, Alpha still maintained his bowing posture until the stone door closed again.
"Things that should have been extinct long ago should not appear in this era." The tombkeeper stared at the closed stone door for a long time.
"That adult has accomplished all this, but in the end, something slipped through the net." Lear shrugged, and the moment he closed the stone door, the fearful expression completely disappeared from his face.
"Revenge will make people forget fear. If the guide just now didn't use the holy spring, I'm afraid those dead ghosts..." The tombkeeper looked at Lear strangely.
"Why say these what-ifs? The ending is that I am saved by the holy spring, it's that simple." Lear licked the corners of his dry mouth and showed a sarcastic look.
"It's hard to imagine that the person who reassures that gentleman would actually be someone with such a fire of revenge." The tombkeeper paused, "You will burn yourself to death."
"Don't you want revenge? For your family and the man who has always trusted you."
"Yeah, who am I to speak against you? However, being burned to death by the fire of revenge should be very warm."
The tombkeeper was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly.
Lear pursed his lips but did not reply.
The tombkeeper put down the coffin behind him, and the coffin hit the ground with a heavy crash, which even shook the entire cell.
How heavy must this thing be... Lear tugged at the corner of his mouth. He watched in shock as the tombkeeper stabbed his arm with a dirty iron branch in front of the coffin, and the veins popped out like beards.
This coffin... Lear squatted down and twirled the green-brown mud dust on the ground with his hands. This was left by the tombkeeper who just walked over. It should have fallen from this coffin.
He looked at the coffin again, wrapped in an inconspicuous green-brown color, but now Lear was sure that this was just a disguise for the coffin!
"Hiss..." The gravekeeper's face turned slightly pale, and he took a breath of cold air. Finally, the iron branch on the coffin slowly retreated from his body.
Lear was sure that he saw it correctly. It was not the tombkeeper who took it away, but the iron branch itself left. And the color of the iron branch also turned dark red, as if it was alive and roaring with joy.
"What is this..." Lear swallowed, breathing a little quickly.
"You don't need to know about a creature that relies on the blood of the contractor." The tombkeeper retracted his arm and hid it in his black robe.
The coffin was slowly opening. It was completely different from the outside. The inside was as clear as dark blue crystal. In the coffin, there was an old man lying.
An old man who looks similar to the previous Archbishop Augustine. Even if you don't distinguish carefully, he is exactly the same as Archbishop Augustine.
"This is..." Lear took a few deep breaths and looked at the tombkeeper as if he were a madman.
"A body, a body without a soul." The tombkeeper said calmly. He stood up, walked to Archbishop Augustine who had seven chains pierced through his body, and sighed.
"Maybe the young master didn't expect that you would be so desperate, right?" At that moment, the tombkeeper's eyes turned dark, and the whites of his eyes were occupied by pure black. He stared at the body of Archbishop Augustine.
The next moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and his hand pierced the archbishop's abdomen like a sharp claw, and slowly took out a black and purple ring.
Is this... the identity ring of Archbishop Augustine? Lear's pupils shrank. He had also had the honor to meet this once supreme archbishop, but only one in a million devout Nohi believers had the opportunity to do so.
Kiss this black and purple ring that represents the gift of God.
It will give you the blessing of the goddess Nuoxi! As if saying this, Lear nodded unconsciously, but why did this ring appear in the archbishop's belly?
He wouldn't be stupid enough to eat the ring by himself, would he? Lear scratched his head and had to say that everything he saw today made him a little confused, as if he had opened his eyes for the first time.
"Augustin, you were able to attach your soul to the young master's Horcrux at the last moment. I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky?"