Black Book

Chapter 134 Reverse Cross
But just as Henry Xi'anmen finished cleaning up and was about to leave with a candle in hand, the rhythmic footsteps suddenly stopped.

The candlelight hit the glass window in front of him, reflecting the hazy scene behind him. An evil and elegant black shadow was sitting on his chair with his legs crossed, holding a bookcase and flipping through the manuscript he had written.

wow~
In the dead of night in the newspaper office, you could hear a pin drop. The subtle sound of turning pages sounded like a death-threatening sound to Henry Xi Anmen's ears, giving him goose bumps all over his body.

A few seconds ago, there was no one there...

Gollum~
Henry Xi'anmen swallowed his saliva involuntarily, froze in place, prayed secretly and recited the holy name silently.

After preparing himself mentally for more than ten seconds, he slowly and stiffly turned his head, praying that the reflection in the window was just an illusion caused by his excessive fatigue.

However, the god he believed in did not seem to respond to his prayers. Under the dim candlelight, the strange black shadow not far away slowly came into view.

The moment he observed the black shadow, although he was in a closed office, the candle in Henry Xi Anmen's hand seemed to be blown by a strong wind. The swaying candlelight cast creepy and distorted shadows around him, as if countless monsters were baring their fangs and claws, ready to devour anyone!
The most terrifying thing is the human figure hidden in the shadows. No matter how the candlelight in his hand flickers, the dim light seems unable to illuminate the thick darkness around him. One can only see him flipping the pages of the book in his hand easily and gracefully.

wow~
wow~
The sound of turning pages, which was originally imperceptible, now sounded like a death warrant. Every time a page was turned, Henry Xi Anmen felt his heart tremble with fear, and he vaguely felt that a disaster was about to happen!
When Henry Xi Anmen opened his mouth to speak, he found that his whole body was stiff and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He was so anxious that cold sweat broke out.

"You...you...who are you?"

After finally suppressing the fear from the bottom of his soul, Henry Xi Anmen asked in a dry and hoarse voice, and subconsciously moved back with his trembling feet.

His survival instinct told him to stay away from this horrible monster in human skin in front of him!

It was a weird evil that he couldn't understand!

However, there was no response to his question at all. The black shadow just flipped through all the manuscripts and gently closed the bookcase.

slap~
The pleasant sound of pages colliding was like the falling of a hammer. Henry Xi Anmen broke out in a sweat and instinctively fell to his knees, shaking in despair and pain.

He opened his mouth wide, his throat rolling, but he couldn't even utter the words to beg for mercy. He could only watch in fear as the black shadow slowly stood up from the chair and walked towards him with steady and graceful steps.

Henry Xi Anmen lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look directly at it. He only felt as if a huge mountain was pressing on his back. Even if he supported himself with his hands, his back was bent more and more. In the end, he could only crawl on the ground with his head down at the feet of the black shadow.

Looking down at the middle-aged white man who was convulsing and trembling at his feet, Zhu Haomiao's eyes flashed with a majestic and terrifying purple-gold divine light. An invisible and extraordinary sense of oppression enveloped him, crushing his [mental shell] into pieces bit by bit.

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance is..."

"And you, my friend."

"You are weak, ignorant, and arrogant."

An evil whisper rang out from the depths of Henry Xi'anmen's soul. It was as if he heard the judgment of God. Endless despair and pain enveloped his heart.

Immediately, the figure above his head took a step, stepped on his head, crossed over his body, and left calmly.

The next second, the illusory divinity invaded reality, tampered with the underlying laws of the material world, and imposed the will of the Creator on sinners.

“Hoo-hoo-hoo…”

A feeling of suffocation enveloped his mouth and nose, and violent spasmodic gasps exploded from deep in Henry Xi'anmen's chest.

He opened his mouth wide, but found that he could not breathe in any air. He could only watch himself floating in the air as if defying gravity, and turning upside down little by little, like a pig hung upside down to be slaughtered.

His eyeballs gradually protruded from their sockets, and pitch-black blood slowly oozed out from his seven orifices, as if countless tiny snakes and insects were wriggling together and spreading toward his limbs.

He involuntarily opened his arms and crossed his legs. Black blood as thick as crude oil flowed to his palms and ankles, solidified into long black nails, and instantly pierced through his muscles and bones, nailing him upside down to the wall.

"Oooooh..." Amid the suppressed sobs of pain, more black blood gushed out from his seven orifices, flowing and winding along the wall. Together with the [human cross] nailed upside down on the wall, it formed a contradictory picture that was evil, weird, cruel, yet majestic and solemn.

Without appreciating the horrific scene behind him, Zhu Haomiao stepped past Henry Xi'an's door, pushed open the door without looking back, and left quietly like an ordinary visitor.

[Arrogance] +100
[Arrogance]: LV.4→LV.5 (50/1000)

[God] +3
[Qi] +3
[Agility] +2
The changes in [The Black Book] were reflected in his heart, and the young man who walked downstairs raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"My lord."

Wilson, wearing a gorgeous tuxedo and white gloves, stood beside a retro and elegant black car. He had been waiting for a long time and respectfully opened the back door of the car for the young man.

Zhu Haomiao smiled and nodded, then sat in the back seat. Wilson calmly helped him close the door, then came to the driving seat and started the car himself.

As the engine started, the car drove into the road like a fish, leaving the buildings behind far behind in an instant.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Zhu Haomiao took out an exquisite black notebook and gently crossed out the first name on it.

Henry Scheinman...

"Wilson."

"exist."

"How far is the next 'dish'?"

"It's about 20 minutes away by car."

"I'm 'hungry', drive faster."

"As ordered!"

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The early morning sun breaks through the sky, and the warm morning light covers the entire city with a layer of hazy golden gauze.

But on this beautiful morning, in a building in the International Settlement, everyone was shrouded in boundless fear.

"Oh, God……"

"What a blasphemy!"

"Devil! It must be the devil!"

"Lord! Protect me..."

In the messy newspaper office, a group of employees were muttering incoherently, and some even knelt on the ground holding a cross, praying to God in sobbing voices.

Looking around at the group of newspaper employees who were like frightened birds, Sherlock Voss sighed helplessly.

It seems... there is no hope of getting any useful information from them...

With a slight feeling of tiredness, Sherlock Voss once again stepped into the office of the 'crime scene', raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the [Human-shaped Reverse Cross] that was hung upside down and nailed to the wall!
(End of this chapter)