Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 243 The Sea of ​​Persia
Seeing the impending danger, Lewis decisively pulled out the "Fallen Revolver" from his waist.

Pong pong!
Several shots were fired at different angles, and Lewis heard the sound of impact. In this narrow corridor, it was difficult to avoid the bullets.

Of course, he couldn't avoid the attack from the opponent. I think this was the reason why the opponent waited until he entered the tunnel before attacking.

A spark flashed in the corridor, and the next moment, Lewis heard heavy breathing. The stabbing dagger arrived as expected, but it missed slightly.

Boom!

A crack appeared in the wall next to Lewis. The huge force directly penetrated the wall, and strands of sunlight shone in through the crack.

"It was a close call. Fortunately, I reacted quickly. She was hit by the 'Fallen Revolver' and she could only swing with the knife once."

The breathing sounds in the tunnel gradually became heavier, accompanied by a ripple of water light. Lewis saw an extremely beautiful girl appear, and her abdomen was bulging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When only one bullet from the Corrupt Revolver hits the enemy, the person who was shot will find it difficult to control his or her own desires, and his or her brain will be dominated by the corrupt desires; but if two bullets are hit in succession, symptoms of pregnancy will appear.

"It's really scary. Looking at the situation, I'm afraid she'll give birth in half an hour!"

Lewis took out a normal pistol, and then a silver-white bullet pierced through the skull of the beautiful witch.

He had no desires and did not hesitate to act. Moreover, he did not want to wait until the baby in the witch's belly was born.

As the witch died, the silk threads in the corridor also disappeared. Lewis took the dagger, walked to the end of the corridor, and pushed open the heavy stone door.

As the stone door was pushed open, countless balls of light floating in the air rushed out. These balls of light seemed to imprison transparent figures, accompanied by a chilling chill.

Behind the stone door is a secret room with an altar in the middle and a wooden statue on it.

The wooden statue was carved with a woman with thick hair hanging down from her head. On the top of each hair was an eye, which was either open or closed.

There were circles of wooden plaques placed around the altar, one of which had the name Polly Ian carved on it.

"It's the image of the original witch. They are performing a ritual to curse a group of people."

Lewis looked at the items in the secret room. There were only some ritual items in the entire secret room, nothing else.

He tapped his cane, the harvest this time was uninteresting.

At this moment, Lewis felt a chill coming over him, and an unreal and terrifying whispering sounded in his ears.

The scenery in front of him gradually became abstract. The stone pillars and altar began to lengthen and swayed in front of him.

Turning his head, Lewis saw a dark object pressing into the stone gate. The object had a disgusting eye, and the stone slabs it touched were decaying in an incredible way and turning into black powder.

"The Sea of ​​Persia... The Sea of ​​Persia..."

boom!
The unreal and terrifying muttering became real, and a place name rushed into Lewis's mind.

Thick blood vessels spread out on his hands. These blood vessels seemed to have life, crawling on the surface of his skin and gradually tearing his body apart.

"escape!"

As the thought of escaping came to mind, Lewis opened the traveler's diary and the page recording the Tussock Bridge appeared before his eyes. Then, a wave of power tore and tore an illusory door in front of Lewis.

Lewis rushed into the door, and the next moment he appeared under the Tussock Bridge, with the river water shining with the color of the sun in front of him.

The terrifying sound beside his ears had disappeared. He sat by the river, trying again and again to use meditation to suppress the loss of control.

After a while, the blood vessels that emerged on his body gradually subsided, and Lewis pinched the corners of his eyes tiredly.

"The thing that just broke into the secret room was very strange. It looked like a monster that had lost control."

Lewis was horrified. He believed that the monster was born from the dead witch and that the creature was the side effect of the corrupted revolver.

"Even if it's dead, it will still give birth to a monster. But what does the place name the monster muttered mean? The Sea of ​​Persia?"

After silently memorizing the place name, Lewis blew the whistle to summon the messenger Miss Elana. The seriously injured witch was still useful, so he hoped that she would not die at the hands of the monster.

"Ms. Elana, please go to No. 23 Swan Lake Block in the West District and find a seriously injured courier. If she is still alive, bring her to my house and I will give you the extraordinary characteristics of a 'serial killer' in exchange."

“I… understand.” Miss Elana raised her head and gave Lewis a smile, and her figure gradually faded.

Lewis breathed a sigh of relief. Instead of rushing home directly, he hurried to the Harvest Church.

Even if the witch was still alive, she was seriously injured and needed some potions to maintain her life and heal her injuries.

At the moment, the only pharmacist he could think of was the vampire Emlyn White from the Harvest Church, which was less than ten minutes away.

Passing through the deserted path, Lewis was able to see the church that almost no one visited.

Perhaps, Bishop Utravsky's preaching had no effect, which is why the church is so deserted.

Walking into the hall, you can see a young man with black hair, red eyes and hair combed back, wiping the candlestick carefully, complaining all the time.

"Damn old man, I will never convert to the Mother Earth Goddess.

Just wait, the nightmare candle will soon be ineffective against me, and I will make your plan come to naught!"

Mr. Fool's promise made him extra confident. What's more, he also knew Mr. Fate, who was willing to help.

As long as he could reach a deal with these beings, Emlyn believed that he could completely resolve the hint of the nightmare candle, and the great ancestor Lilith would definitely forgive his mistakes during this period.

The next moment, Emlyn's body tensed up, he lowered his head, and worked even harder.

“Mr. Emlyn, I need a bottle of potion for treating external injuries. Please hurry up, or people may die.” Lewis took off his half-high silk hat and walked into the hall to ask.

Emlyn's body suddenly softened, and when he realized that the person coming over was not Utravsky, he was no longer nervous.

"Potion, what potion? I think you may have misunderstood. I am not Emlyn White." Emlyn turned around. He had no intention of handing over the potion and even planned to play dumb.

After all, a great vampire was actually doing odd jobs in the Church of Mother Earth. If this matter were to reach the ears of his fellow vampires, their companions would definitely laugh at him, just like they laughed at his favorite doll.

(End of this chapter)