Chapter 7

Inside the box.

The ground was covered with blood, and the female corpse lay in the middle. There was a five pointed star Dharma array on her body, and there was a mysterious symbol in each of the five corners.

What do you think? There's a smell of evil.

"If I don't succeed, in addition to the crime of murder, I have to add the title of a cult..."

With his face on his face, Su Lumu uttered the mantra heavily in ancient Hebrew:

"I pray for the favor of darkness..."

"I guide the power of the moon..."

"The spirit wandering in the dark... In the name of me, the caster Sulu portley, call you back! Revive!!!"

Ancient Hebrew is the lingua franca of the extraordinary world, with strange tones.

With the low and hoarse mantra, it rippled around, creating a terrible atmosphere.

The candle on the table suddenly darkened, and Beatrice's body on the ground seemed to move, and nothing seemed to have happened.

"Failed!"

Sulu had a splitting headache and his face was dignified.

He is not even an extraordinary person, and this skill level is very low. Failure is normal.

Dong Dong!

To make matters worse, footsteps had been heard in the corridor outside.

"If I'm behind the scenes, I'm sure I'll send someone to catch the traitor in bed... Er, although I don't mean that, but the truth is the same. There's not much time."

Suluqiang endured nausea and headache and recited the mantra again.

Now that he has done it, he must do it to the end. There is a kind of stubbornness in his character.

Moreover, with continuous proficiency, at least his recitation of the mantra has become very smooth and no longer stammering.

After finding the feeling, the notes they spit out become more and more ethereal, like the hymn of the underworld.

"Sir? Can I help you?"

The abnormality in the room finally attracted attention, and the waiter shouted outside the door.

Sulu's head became heavier and heavier until the last sentence.

"Not good... I'm afraid I'll fail!"

A premonition immediately appeared in his mind.

Outside, the more urgent the sound is, it has developed into slapping and almost hit the door.

"... in the name of me, soru portley... Order you to recover!"

Sulu was dizzy and spit out the last mantra.

I don't know what happened. When he murmured at the last sentence, his voice was low and seemed to be mixed with another voice.

As soon as the voice joined, the five pointed star array on the ground immediately flashed scarlet brilliance.

"Succeeded!"

Sulu was an agitator and felt his head become energetic: "what's the matter? I feel like I'm about to fail? The last voice seems to be mixed with one..."

His face changed in an instant.

Because at the end of the ceremony, he seemed to hear another existing nonsense: "in the name of the moon!"

Buzz!

But everything is irreparable.

On Beatrice's body, the five awned star's Dharma array flickered blood red, and suddenly lit up.

Sulu snorted and almost collapsed to the ground: "Damn it!"

At this moment, he understood another truth. He was really not an extraordinary person!

Even if the spell is successful, there is no corresponding 'mana slot', so what this spell extracts is his vitality!

In the attribute column, the physical fitness column was 0.9, and fell sharply to 0.6 in an instant!

For Sulu, it was as if he had been drained of a lot of blood and bones in a moment. His face turned pale and collapsed on the sofa.

Buzz!

He reluctantly opened his eyes and found that the pool of blood on the ground seemed to have his own life. At this time, he wriggled back into Beatrice's chest.

When the blood flows back, the wound heals automatically, as if there was no scene of being hit by a knife at all.

At the end of the ceremony, Beatrice's five pointed star Dharma array shrank rapidly and came to her forehead, which seemed to form a brand.

With a flash of light, the brand disappears immediately and integrates into the skin.

Sulu felt that his spirit was connected with another existence, like a rope, holding a small milk dog opposite.

"Succeeded!"

He struggled and gave a command: "stand up!"

Beatrice's body moved, rose from the ground, expressionless, her eyes rolling, staring at him.

"It's a little creepy!"

Sulu reluctantly cleaned up, opened the door that was being hit, and looked impatient: "what's the matter?"

"Er..."

Outside the door, the waiter with an anxious face almost fell and took a quick glance.

Well, a man and a woman are not well dressed, and the man's face is pale. How much physical strength has he consumed?

He was a little embarrassed, but he coughed and asked, "Sir, madam, what can I do for you?"

"No... need... Want!"

As soon as Sulu had an idea to speak, a female voice came from behind. It was Beatrice, or the corpse!

"Sorry to interrupt!"

The waiter closed the door with an embarrassed smile.

Sulu turned around and felt as if he had seen a ghost: "shit! Can you talk?"

The corpse girl is the lowest servant. In short, she manipulates the corpse like a circus doll. She can't speak at all.

Maybe those black wizard masters can do this, but definitely not Sulu!

"All transcendental rituals are very dangerous, because you don't know where the end result will lead... Especially those in favor of darkness, which may lead to extremely terrible results..."

A section of demon hunting knowledge emerged, which made Sulu shiver.

He stared at Beatrice. For some reason, he felt that after becoming a corpse girl, Beatrice's skin was more pale and crystal, with a temperament of iceberg beauty.

"Stand up, sit down, reach out, lift your legs... Talk... Eh? Why don't you say it?"

He tried again and found that the corpse Ji He made had definitely produced some variation. It was not a simple line pulling puppet, but a semi intelligent operation according to his own instructions.

"It seems that... A strange thing has come out! If ritual variation occurs, the probability of bad results is almost ninety-nine percent! "

"Forget it!"

Sulu checked the lower box and found that the previous blood reflux was really helpful. Except for some chaos, there was no blood left in the whole box. Even the blood on her clothes and Beatrice flowed back into the body.

He immediately put on his coat and ordered Beatrice to follow behind him and get out of the box one after another.

"First go to a crowded place, and then leave here. The farther the better!"

Sulu separated from Beatrice like a couple, but secretly gave instructions.

The underlying meaning of this instruction is to make an alibi for me and die far away.

If an ordinary corpse girl leaves the caster a certain distance, she will directly "cut off power" and fall to the ground, but this is obviously different.

Due to the uncontrollability of the mutant corpse Ji, Sulu has no idea of research at all. He just wants to stay away from the trouble as far as possible.

'I'm sorry, Beatrice. May your dead rest in peace!'

Looking at each other's back away, Sulu breathed a sigh of relief, tightened his clothes, and was ready to find a place with many people to calm down and make an alibi for himself at the same time.

"This thing... Won't end like this..."

'damn it... How did my date turn out like this? The waiter just now... His smile made me very unhappy. Although the box was bleeding, I didn't want to do it this way, asshole! "