It was a "meat ball" stored in a glass bottle by wine.
Or.
It was a long-dead embryo.
……What's this?
Lin Yiyi endured the pain and her mind went blank.
Her heart was filled with a strong sense of discomfort and disgust, and the barrage disappeared again:
"That's it...as long as there is this..."
A gasping, somewhat crazy voice came from the mouth.
The "painter" coughed and touched the glass bottle.
The basement, which was still churning with flesh and blood, suddenly became quiet.
The restless and restless flesh and blood polymer on the ground returned to calm, as if it had lost its life.
"……what happened?"
And the skeletons...
The skeletons all looked at the painter.
Lin Yiyi suddenly felt that they seemed...
...laughing?
But how is this possible?
"Ai Lei, Ai Lei... protect me!"
The painter stroked the bottle containing the "meat ball" and murmured in a low voice: "Let Angelo wake up...can you hear me? Ailee? Ailee?!"
"you say……"
Finally, the middle-aged man holding the hammer spoke.
He slowly walked into the light.
His right arm melted like liquid, dripping to the ground and blending into the flesh. The flesh became quiet after being mixed with his blood.
Those green pupils were like a wild wolf that had lost everything.
His voice is not old, it can even be called young, but it is very vicissitudes of life.
"Is this Elle's child? His name is Angelo...a good name."
The man whispered.
Then, he stretched out his left hand to the painter and grasped it slightly in the air.
"【Vomit】."
he ordered.
Suddenly, the painter froze.
He suddenly started coughing violently and lost all strength.
With a surge in his throat, he could no longer hold the bottle containing "Angelo" and dropped it to the ground.
But because of the flesh and blood flowing on the ground, the bottle did not break... but floated lightly toward the man holding the hammer as if it had fallen into the sea. The faint sound of baby laughter could be heard in the air.
But the painter suddenly gasped in fear, like asthma, and his cough became more severe.
Finally, he coughed up something.
He reached out his hand and pulled out the thing blocking his throat.
Then he was completely stunned.
That is……
An umbilical cord.
After he coughed it out, the umbilical cord suddenly ignited with colorful flames. As if he was electrocuted, the umbilical cord bounced away and fell to the ground.
And the umbilical cord floated towards the man holding the hammer.
"...I see, [Stillborn Reincarnation]. Are you planning to use this ritual to resurrect Ai Lei?"
The man sneered: "Do you think the things you sacrificed can be resurrected by such a ritual with a low success rate?"
"Ai Lei? Ai Lei?!"
The painter ignored the man.
His voice was very frightening, even a little bit sad: "Don't abandon me, Ailei! Ailei!"
"Ai Lei's... who do you think you are from Ai Lei's?"
The man holding the hammer has cold eyes.
"I, I am Ai Lei's father!"
The painter was wailing on the ground like an abandoned dog.
"--shut up!"
The man with green eyes shouted angrily in a low voice: "I am Ailei's father!"
Upon hearing this, the painter's trembling body suddenly stopped.
His pupils dilated.
"You, you are... Bucker..."
The painter said incoherently: "But you are not dead..."
The man holding the hammer just walked down, and waved his left hand holding the umbilical cord gently - the umbilical cord was like a rope, and the other end was tied to the meat ball in the transparent sphere.
The end closer to him went directly into his palm.
After the meat ball was connected to the umbilical cord, it quickly began to expand. It gradually became huge and squeezed the bottle.
It is like a balloon, suspended in the air, getting bigger and bigger.
The man holding the hammer became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But his eyes didn't move at all.
"I'm not dead."
The man called "Baker" said coldly: "You are just my substitute... From whom do you think Clara got her knowledge and rituals? She didn't dare to attack me, so she went with
I found you after my divorce.
"If I had been a week late, you would have been sacrificed to the 'Black Widow' by her. I saved your life now. I didn't plan to kill you at that time because Ai Lei needed a father... someone who was not haunted.
Cursed, healthy mortal father. So after killing Clara, I left the Frozen Water Port.
"It was my fault. I should have taken all the books away... This is my fault, I admit it. I was the one who harmed Ai Lei."
Bakker's voice was filled with thick and deep malice.
The right side of his face also melted into black sludge, which fluctuated with his voice and echoed heavily: "I shouldn't believe in the self-control of mortals. You and Clara are basically the same person.
"But that's okay. I'm alone now, without any hope, without any memories... In this way, I have nothing to be afraid of."
He said, raising the hammer.
This hammer, which looks ordinary, is actually some kind of powerful charm.
After he aimed at the painter and raised the hammer, the painter's body became motionless and unable to escape...
But before the hammer falls.
"Angelo" floats in the air like a balloon, the son of the painter and Elle.
But somewhere where Bucker couldn't see him, he suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth.
dive.
One bite.
——He bit off "Baker's" head directly.
His body below his head instantly turned into mud and fell to the ground.
The painter was stunned when he saw this scene.
Lin Yiyi was also shocked.
Even Annan, who was watching this scene from outside, was shocked.
How is this going?
The painter was still cowering in place in fear, panting heavily, without any sense of being saved: "...Ha, drink...Ha?"
"Ai, Ai Lei? Is that you?!"
The "balloon" that swallowed Buckle's head didn't reply.
It just suddenly began to expand, and colorful flames ignited on the surface. The air echoed with the laughter of babies.
Then it started to get bigger and bigger...
Never-ending growth.
Suddenly, Annan thought that there seemed to be a sentence mentioned in the newspaper:
"--After he rushed to the Morrison Gallery, he found the police officers fighting with a "giant colorful flesh ball whose whole body was burning with flames."
Could it be...that this is it?
This dead baby called "Angelo"?
An idea suddenly came to Annan's mind:
If Airei's soul has been sacrificed to Lord Skeleton, but Morrison's "resurrection ceremony" was really successful...
...What kind of mess did this painter who knew nothing about the supernatural world bring to life?