Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 95: Resurrection of the Dead

Tasting the black tea prepared by the butler, Lewis did notice the difference in taste. The black tea from the real estate businessman Wilbur's family had a light fragrance before brewing, which he had never experienced before.

"What a cunning businessman, he even cheated the extraordinary people. Next time I buy black tea, I will use divination to confirm it." Lewis silently shouted his dissatisfaction in his heart.

The sun continued to sink towards the west. Lewis stayed in the living room, using his super hearing and intuition to monitor Miss Elena.

Just after ten o'clock in the evening, when the crimson moonlight shone through the window, Lewis heard movement in Miss Elena's room.

"What is she doing?" Lewis became alert. He heard Miss Elena's room make a noise for a while, and then it became quiet.

Without making any sound, Lewis left the house and went around the back of the house. He saw Elena climbing down from the second-floor window, using the bed sheet that was almost hanging to the ground.

“She looks like a good girl on the surface, but she is doing things secretly that are unknown to others.” Lewis thought secretly in his heart.

By using the power of the extraordinary item in his hand, he was able to observe Elena closely without being discovered.

Turning on his spiritual vision again, Lewis looked at Elena, and the color of the other party’s aura remained unchanged, exuding a bright color of girlish vitality.

"It is almost certain that Miss Elena is not possessed by a vengeful spirit, but my feeling about undead creatures is correct. This means that Miss Elena has had close contact with undead creatures."

As a superhuman who is good at concealment and tracking, tracking a simple-minded girl is a very easy task.

Lewis made almost no deliberate concealment. He simply used the power of his cane to hide in the shadows, and easily followed Miss Elena through the empty streets all the way to Green Cemetery.

Hiding in the shadows, Lewis looked toward a relatively open and flat area beside the woods.

As far as the eye can see, seven or eight young men and women in black robes are surrounding a corpse. With the arrival of Elena, she joins them in dancing a strange dance that is a little twitchy and a little crazy.

The dance was full of rhythm and seemed to carry some mysterious flavor.

The girl shakes her long hair, the boy kneels down and stretches out his hands, these scenes are subtly connected with the surrounding environment, which is the charm of nature.

After they danced for three or four minutes, everything within a radius of ten meters around them was filled with a wild and chaotic temperament. The atmosphere gradually became evil and mixed with a bit of holiness.

“It turns out to be Ling Wu. Are they members of the Ling Cult?” Lewis turned on his spiritual vision and saw that the auras of these seven or eight young boys and girls were very ordinary. None of them showed the spirituality that a transcendent should have.

However, correspondingly, the aura of a man and a woman was stained with dark black and green, which was the symbol of being entangled by evil spirits.

"They are not extraordinary people. It turns out they are just a group of mysticism enthusiasts. I wonder if their teacher is an avid fan of the Grim Reaper, a very inexperienced Grim Reaper fan." Lewis secretly complained.

Just as he was guessing this question, a man in an adult black robe walked out of the grove. He took off his wig, revealing several strange tattoos engraved on his bald head.

In his hand was a glass jar filled with black liquid. He knelt on the ground, raised the jar of black liquid above his head, and shouted:
"grim Reaper!
Respected Death

Coming back soon"

As he finished shouting, the dancing stopped and he poured the can of black liquid over the body.

Lewis twitched his lips. Judging from the smell, he was almost certain that the liquid in the can was dog blood. He wondered whose dog was so unlucky to suffer a catastrophic disaster because of such a rotten thing.

"Failed again?" Elena squatted down next to the corpse. She leaned down so that her face was very close to the corpse's face, and she didn't seem to mind the smell of decay at all. Lewis silently felt the cold touch of Azik's copper whistle. He was thinking about whether to make some corpses to scare these idiots away.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that there is no need to make such a big scene of corpse transformation. Just a little supernatural scene will be enough to scare these amateurs.

Thinking of this, Lewis deliberately relaxed the spirituality wrapped around the Azik Copper Whistle, allowing the aura of the Azik Copper Whistle to leak out.

In an instant, a cold wind blew from a distance, and Elena shivered. The wind brought an irresistible chill.

In front of her, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes and looked at her silently.

The corpse's eyes had already shown signs of decay, with only half of the eyeball still cloudy, and a low roar came from its mouth.

"Ah!" Elena screamed, she sat down on the ground, and without caring about her image, she rolled and crawled backwards to escape.

"Success! We succeeded! The dead are finally resurrected!"

The bald man smashed the glass jar in his hand, but his excitement only lasted for a few seconds before his face turned gloomy.

In the dark night, the crimson moonlight shines on the tombstones.

Under the tombstone, there was a loud and orderly knock on the coffin lid.

“Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom! "

The knocking sounds were uniform, seeming to foreshadow a bad ending.

The bald man was terrified. He knew clearly that this was not something he could do. In the silent night, a mysterious power descended here.

Suddenly, the half-rotten corpse began to try to get up from the ground. It was missing its foot bones below the legs, and it was struggling in a weird, twisted posture.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the bald man ran out of the cemetery first.

The young boys and girls seemed to be frightened by this strange scene. They subconsciously huddled together, looking around tremblingly. The sound of frequent knocks on the coffin lids was like a death warrant.

“Thou shalt not blaspheme God!” Lewis lowered his voice and spoke in the darkness in the tone of a charlatan. His voice echoed in the grove like a death warrant.

The boys and girls looked around nervously, as if they had not yet come to their senses. No one spoke for a while.

After more than ten seconds, a trembling boy was pushed out by his companions and said, "I...we are just exploring the method of resurrection, and we are not blaspheming the gods."

"Resurrection of the dead is the domain of the god of death. Resurrection is blasphemy and you will be punished by God."

Lewis didn't say much. He had already approached the group of shivering boys and girls in the shadows, and used a lucky charm to add a lot of bad luck to these boys and girls.

In the next five minutes, these boys and girls will be very unlucky and fully experience the curse of the "God of Death".

(End of this chapter)