I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 479

A privately owned abandoned warehouse in the Motlake district.

A school bus drove in silently.

That's right, it was done silently.

The engine was barely audible while the vehicle was in motion, and the headlights, meant to illuminate the road ahead, were also extremely dim.

However, the vehicle did not damage anything in the warehouse along the way.

The orange hearse drove through the darkness and eventually came to a stop somewhere.

The car door opened, and the hunched old man slowly and deliberately got out of the car, then went to the front of the car and lifted the hood.

The pale-faced female corpse lay curled up silently in the hood of the car.

However, compared to before, large cracks appeared on the female corpse's hands.

Because it had been dead for a long time, the blood in its body had long since drained away, and only the white muscle tissue could be seen through the cracks.

The old man's cloudy eyes showed a hint of panic after he saw the crack.

He devoutly crossed his hands, closed his eyes, and muttered incantations, seemingly in silent prayer.

Shortly after, the old man, having finished the ceremony, lifted the woman's body from the front of the car and turned to walk into the even darker depths.

They finally stopped at the edge of a deep pit.

"Peng..."

"Peng..."

With a series of soft sounds, one after another, ghostly blue flames appeared.

These are not phosphorescent lights, but will-o'-the-wisps, which are actually produced by an excess of yin energy.

They lingered in this dark space, and in the dim light, the twisted bone claws stretching upwards were faintly visible.

As the old man went deeper, more and more skeletons appeared.

The faint, intermittent whispers gradually became clearer as their number increased.

Only when he could hear the chanting of countless monks did the old man stop and put down the female corpse on his back.

The hands, veins bulging from years of gripping the steering wheel, gently stroked the injured fingertips of the female corpse, the movements as tender as if handling a piece of glass.

"Their resentment will give you strength and heal your wounds..."

"You've suffered the same pain as them, and you understand each other best, which is why they became your family and were willing to sacrifice for you..."

The old man spoke, his voice low and hoarse, clearly just ordinary self-talk, yet it seemed to carry a strange rhythm.

"The exorcists are on their way, but don't worry, the spirit masters have already prepared a plan to deal with them."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the will-o'-the-wisps around him began to tremble violently.

He listened intently to the messages emanating from the fireballs in the air.

"They've already arrived...?"

The old man turned around and saw the road he had come from, with faint flickering lights, while the pale golden light grew closer and closer, like a sun about to rise from below the horizon.

The slender figure, shimmering with golden light, quickly reached the top of the pit, its golden-brown eyes looking down at the old man below.

"I didn't park the school bus properly and it ended up here playing with a female corpse. I've been looking for you for ages, Mr. John."

"Having committed such a crime, are you mentally prepared to be punished?"

Unlike the old man's lifeless voice, the figure spoke with a strong and energetic voice, unmoved by being surrounded by the resentment of evil spirits.

The one who broke into the warehouse was Alice, who had been searching all along. A talisman was attached to her, allowing her to use her fists and feet to harm evil spirits, but the side effects were also obvious.

The talisman's aura of balance and peace stood out starkly in this space filled with resentment and malevolence.

From the moment she stepped into the warehouse area, her whereabouts were completely exposed, and there was no possibility of infiltrating.

"Punishment? Heh heh heh..."

"As far as I know, vampires don't interfere in human affairs."

The old man got up slowly.

"Your Volturi family, too, attracts a steady stream of believers and turns them into blood bags through so-called religious activities and faith."

"Compared to the people they killed, what I did was nothing."

"There are too many evil people in this world, why are you targeting me? Don't make it sound so noble, it's nothing more than a case of the wicked eating the wicked."

No sooner had the old man finished speaking than a dilapidated piano flew straight toward his face!
As the ground churned, bones instantly emerged, their skeletons rising from the ground to protect his hunched body.

The silence of the warehouse was shattered by a roar, accompanied by the explosion of an old piano, and old John below revealed a sinister expression.

If the spirits here hadn't reacted in time, he probably would have been smashed into a pulp by the piano.

Damn!

"Are you already impatient to silence me? The more you want me to shut up, the more it proves that I'm right."

"No, I just think you're talking a lot of nonsense and it's a waste of time."

Alice looked around for any handy weapons on the ground, and finally her eyes lit up as she pulled out a crowbar.

"My boss once said that when opposing positions are irreconcilable, whatever the other party says is worthless. The only useful language is the sword in your hand."

"As for intelligence, we'll take you back and interrogate you after we break your arms and legs."

"With an extraordinary individual like you as a research subject, Aro wouldn't refuse to help even with this small favor."

The latter possesses the ability to peer into other people's memories, and coupled with his cruel and cold personality, no vampire has ever been able to keep a secret from him for thousands of years.

Humans are even less likely to be involved.

As Alice spoke, her body blurred into afterimages, launching no fewer than three attacks at Old John!
Each time, bone fragments flew everywhere.

Old John's face grew even more somber.

Vampires possess special amulets that protect their spirit, making it impossible for them to be forcibly invaded from the outside.

However, the other party is not receptive to reason, so the possibility of swaying their mind with words is extremely slim.

It's not impossible to forcefully defeat her, but how many people would we have to kill afterward to replenish the losses?

but……

The other person who accompanied her on the investigation should be waiting somewhere not far away.

How about we bewitch him and bring him in to infiltrate the group?
Third-rate exorcists hesitate between saving people and killing enemies, while first-rate exorcists are prepared to not be able to save everyone and to lose their own lives.

Even the former only prepared the innocent for the possibility that they might be harmed by the "monster".

If they become so engrossed in battle that they accidentally kill someone they could have saved, their inner defenses will quickly crumble, and they may even lose all resistance instantly.

An awkward smile tugged at old John's wrinkled face.

It looks like their team will be getting a new member after this.

(End of this chapter)