Lord of the Mysteries

Vol 2 Chapter 90: Rookie

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North District, Alka Street.

Coptic Reid is sitting on the easy chair in the living room, with a fireplace burning in front of him.

As a senior faculty member of the public school, he earns more than 4 pounds a week, which is enough for a single person to live quite well, but the clothes he wears at home are sewed with many patches, and the cups on the table are also very simple.

In the absence of a wig, Coptic's most striking is the towering cheekbones and the slightly thin chicken **** – a deformed state in which the sternum is raised forward.

He has a collection of poems written in Guvsak on his knees, but he hasn't flipped a page for a long time.

Copstead's eyes were not blinded, and suddenly I heard someone smirking at the ear:

"I am very confused. You have not escaped and stayed at home. Are you not afraid of the police coming to the door?"

The voice is low and hoarse, like a boy who is changing his voice.

Coptic trembled and almost jumped from the easy chair.

He suddenly looked around and saw the position of the sofa a few steps away. I didn't know when I had sat in a figure!

The figure was wearing a summer linen shirt and light trousers, and the face was stunned.

"You, who are you? What are you doing?" Copthorne clasped the armrest and asked in a row.

Klein, who used the illusion ability, leaned back and clasped his hands and said leisurely:

"Last night, oh, it should be early this morning, I just saved you."

"Saved us?" Copthorne didn't seem too malicious to see each other. He relaxed a little. "You, are you in the woods? Have you solved the dead body we awakened?"

During the speech, he moved quite a bit, showing obvious fear.

He can sneak in when I am awake but not aware of it, I am sure I can't resist it... Copsti's heart flashed a similar idea.

"You are lucky enough, I just passed by, otherwise there will be a body in the ground, and the body will be bitten into pieces." Klein smiled. "I am very curious to return to our previous question. You dare to stay." At home, do you know what crimes you committed?"

The performance before and after he held the "Resurrection Ceremony" from Copstead confirmed that the other party is a rookie. It is impossible to have the skill of hiding the true emotional color of his own. Therefore, he intends to find out the original method only by asking the method of adding "Lingshi". More finally check with divination.

"I, I know, buying corpses privately and stealing other people's graves is a crime that will allow me to go to jail for more than ten years. Moreover, I am sure I will be punished by the church." Stephen took a breath and smiled bitterly. "However, as long as they don't make too many problems, the children and their parents will not tell me because they have done the same thing, even if they have reduced their sentences and surrendered their sentences. I will eventually go to jail for a while."

"Oh." Coptic laughed at himself. "There are children who have told my parents about their identity. They are looking for a gang to warn me, let me resign within a week, away from school, I promised."

Klein gently tapped his head:

"It's a good thing to change the environment. Of course, don't do anything similar. It is a great evil to confuse children who are ignorant."

"No, no more. I didn't think it would be so dangerous. I just watched them have the same hobbies with me. I just wanted to teach them and lead them to find the mystery of eternal life. As for the matter of digging graves, A long time ago, many doctors also did it." Copsti sighed with fear.

His emotional color is in line with his current state... It sounds like he is not a member of the spiritual group... Klein thought for a moment and asked straightforwardly:

“Where did you learn ‘spiritual dance’?”

"Ling dance? Ah, I call it death dance." Coptic was a glimpse, and immediately realized, "This is an old gentleman who taught me."

"An old gentleman?" Klein asked.

Copthorne stunned for his memories:

"He is a tramp, fainting at my door because of serious illness."

"I didn't know that he was sick, thinking that he was just fainting. He took him home, gave him a hot towel, and applied medicated oil to him."

"After he woke up, let me not send him to the hospital or clinic, and mentioned that death is not the end."

“I experienced the death of my parents and several relatives and I was very interested in similar things, so I chatted with him and found that he has profound knowledge and amazing philosophy in this respect. His curiosity seems to me. I was very satisfied. In the end, I even performed a miracle that killed a mosquito and awakened it."

At the beginning... I have seen at least ten similar novels in my life, all of them are good-hearted, the old grandfather who hangs up and go home, and then get the adventure... Klein’s mouth twitched:

"So, have you left him at home?"

Coptic Zheng focused on the following:

"Yes, if it is not enough time, I even want to be his student."

"In those days, he taught me death dance and taught me a lot of knowledge. Unfortunately, this time is too short. When I first entered the state, he died, leaving only a copper whistle."

When the voice did not fall, Copthorne took out a copper whistle that was exquisitely crafted and not old:

"This is this one."

I also have one...probably the ancestor... Klein spit, and thoughtfully asked:

"How long ago was this? What did he look like? Where did you bury him?"

"Six months ago, his most obvious feature was the white hair and the erythema on the side. He asked me to bury him in the back garden." Coptics calculated the date.

Not Mr. Azke, but the high probability is a member of the spiritual group, the sequence may not be low... Klein turned and asked:

"In addition to ‘spirit dance,’ you learned the ‘resurrection ceremony’?”

"That ceremony, I just learned half, can only be gradually improved according to scattered knowledge and folklore found, and improved again and again." Copstead answered very honestly.

Perfected according to folklore? Hey, that poor black cat, may the goddess bless you... Klein resisted the impulse to draw a blushing month on his chest.

"What else?" he asked.

"Well, there is this copper whistle. I think it is the key to communicating with the world outside the senses." Copstead raised his hand and sighed, "I can feel the coldness around every time I blow it." I feel someone is watching me, I feel someone is pulling me..."

At the same time as he spoke, in the eyes of Kline, who was driving "Lingshi", the water rippled on the ground, the cold atmosphere filled with it, and the fire and the lights were dimmed.

Then there was a skull with three dead fish eyes, and a black, knot-like tentacle around the skull was cluttered.

One tentacle stretched out, sometimes touching Coptic's legs, and sometimes pulling his clothes, it seemed very impatient, but Coptic did not respond at all, it seems that he did not notice.

Is this messenger? The copper whistle is the summoning of the corresponding messenger... What do you mean by summoning it and not giving it a letter? Klein looked a bit dull.

At this time, Copstead looked at him with excitement:

“Is it felt? The surrounding area is getting cold! The gas light is also darkened!”

"Really, someone is watching me, pulling me!"

The horrified messenger tried to touch Coptic, over and over again, but eventually did not receive the letter, but reluctantly drilled back to the "underground."

Klein’s mouth looked slightly twitching, and silently said to himself:

"I took back what I said, he is not a dish, he is a lame of the dish."

"He is not an extraordinary person at all!"

"I thought he was the kind of occultist just getting started. Now it seems that he hasn't found it anywhere."

"The ‘death' route to the ‘the corpse’ of the sequence 9 can directly see ghosts and spirits...”

In conjunction with Copstead's performance of using a copper whistle to order a living corpse after the ceremony, Klein fully believed that he did not lie, and could not help but sigh.

Immediately, he thought of a question:

"If you write a note to the messenger, where will it go?"

“A true spiritual group member? A senior member?”

Pressing this idea, Klein swears:

"It really gets cold."

After the response was completed, he quickly opened the subject: "From the death of the old gentleman to the present, have you ever felt abnormal?"

"Well... I didn't have it before, but in the last two weeks, I occasionally felt that someone around me could wake up like a corpse." Copstead asked half of the fear and doubts. "Is this an illusion?"

In line with Atru's statement, he didn't lie... Klein took a look at Coptic's gas field color and really reminded:

"I suggest that you go to the church at least three times a week for the next two months to participate in the mass and listen to the prayer."

"If you don't want to do this, you can book a grave for yourself."

"Okay..." Copstead responded with disappointment.

He thought that it was a performance of his own progress!

Klein thought about it and said in a tone:

"Take me to see the old man's body."

"Ah? Okay." Copthorne wanted to refuse, but he realized the reality in an instant.

He took the tool and led Klein out of the back door of the kitchen, into the ruined garden, and parked in front of a sloping tree.

Klein stood by and watched Copsti skillfully dig the dirt and reveal the slate below.

With the upper layer, Copthorne used the tool to open the slate.

puff!

The slate is pressed against the mud that has just been dug out, and the tomb that is not deep is sprinkled into the blushing moonlight that faintly penetrates the clouds.

Coptic looked down in the air, suddenly screaming, stepping back a few steps and falling to the ground.

In the tomb, there is no rotten corpse, no bones, and the bottom layer is cluttered with white feathers, dyed with pale buttery white feathers!

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