Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 192 Making Legends a Reality

Unlike mainland cities such as Backlund, Tingen, and Pulitzer, the colonial islands of Bansi and others lacked gas, with sparse streetlights on both sides and candles encased in glass domes, waiting to be lit.

Unfortunately, the wind picked up early today, and according to the customs of Bansi Port, people here don't go out at night when it's foggy or the weather is unpredictable. As a result, no one turned on the streetlights that should have been shining brightly, and the roads were pitch black, with only the faint crimson moon peeking through the clouds illuminating their outlines.

Carrying a dim lantern and holding a hardwood cane, Klein, dressed in a long black suit, walked briskly along the dark and quiet street, heading towards the Lime Restaurant, guided by Danitz.

Ugh!

Amidst the howling wind, a dark figure suddenly darted out of the mist, instantly lunging towards the only source of light in the darkness—

Klein carrying a lantern!

Without thinking, Klein swung his arm and forearm back and suddenly pulled out his cane.

boom!

The sudden black shadow was struck head-on as soon as it got close, sending it flying backward a long distance.

pat!

Thick liquid dripped from the end of the cane onto the ground, leaving a bloody, sticky stain—the mark left when the cane struck the shadowy figure.

At this moment, Klein finally saw the true form of the dark figure clearly in the light of the lantern.

That was a 'person'!

His entire body was crimson red, with muscle, blood, and skeleton completely exposed to the air. However, the flesh was incomplete, its surface uneven, as if the skinner had been unskilled, removing excess flesh. On the inner thigh, there was a noticeable 'indentation,' where the flesh had completely disappeared. It was as if someone had cut off a piece from the most 'plump' part, leaving only bone with some muscle clinging to it.

He slowly rose from the ground. Without the protection of skin, his viscous flesh was covered in dust and grit, and blood dripped down his body, leaving a wet, sticky stain. Where his head should have been, it was gone, leaving only a thin, bright red "skin" supported by a ring of flesh and a trachea, swaying precariously in the wind, as if it might fall off at any moment.

The intense visual impact brings people the most direct fear and horror!

"The messenger of the divine skin!"

Almost subconsciously, the same word popped into the minds of Klein and Danitz simultaneously.

The gruesome sight of this person being skinned alive was so evocative that it instantly connected them with the legendary secret organization known as the "Skin Messengers," who reveled in skinning people!

"Damn it, the rumors are true? I shouldn't have followed this madman ashore!"

Danitz's mood immediately sank, and he cursed inwardly.

Despite his verbal abuse, he somehow acquired a classic revolver, his elbow pressed down, ready to fire at any moment.

At that moment, he saw a pure and clear light descend from the sky and land on the monster that had been thrown to the ground and was being skinned alive.

Zizizi!

The flesh and blood were scorched and boiled, and the monster's body was quickly evaporated and dissolved, turning to ashes without leaving any trace.

"The 'Sun' pathway? No, it should be a magical item."

Danitz watched this scene with some surprise, secretly pondering Gehrman Sparrow's methods. But when she came to her senses, she suddenly realized that the surrounding light seemed to have dimmed considerably.

Looking up again, he realized that Gehrman Sparrow hadn't waited for him at all. Carrying his cane and lantern, he hurried away, his black tuxedo billowing slightly behind him. With him gone, Danitz was completely exposed to darkness!

...Shit! Wait for me...wait for me! Danitz's pupils contracted, and he strode after him, not daring to stay alone in the thin fog and dim environment.

-

Above Bansi Island, lush green pea vines hang from the sky, weaving together to form a dense, verdant forest.

The forest stretches endlessly upwards, its vines weaving together to form various paths, some intertwining, some coiling, reaching all the way to the sky. Within the forest, hammock-like seats made of green plants sway gently high above.

A woman with waist-length chestnut hair, wearing an olive green dress and an old-fashioned black soft hat sat on it, her legs, clad in black leather boots, swaying gently.

A thin, checkered veil concealed her face, but her azure eyes remained fixed on Klein Moretti, who was carrying a lantern.

She asked softly:

"Should I make a move?"

"No."

The petite doll sat on her shoulder and whispered, "We just need to observe."

In order to break through the barriers of this world, she sent down many volunteers, one of whom was the Apostle of Godskin.

Unlike the dark race "Estée," who were hunted down as soon as they appeared, the Apostles of Godskin survived. But this was not part of her plan; she never considered the possibility of these abandoned creatures surviving, because the gods of this world could not tolerate the contamination of any foreign species.

But the Apostle of Godskin survived and even grew stronger. She wanted to know why.

-

Inside the Lime Restaurant.

The wealthy businessman Uldi Branch looked hesitantly at his bodyguard, Krivis.

Fox, the owner of the Lime Restaurant, suggested they stay overnight because, according to island custom, in Bansi, it's best not to go out or answer knocks on the door on foggy, unpredictable nights.

Uldi Branch felt they should respect local customs and that staying one night wouldn't delay their journey, since the White Agate wouldn't set sail until tomorrow.

But his daughter, Donna, seemed very eager to return to the ship; she appeared to be filled with fear of the place. Although Uldi thought it was just a child's imagination, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Krivis remained silent for a moment, facing his employer's gaze.

Based on his past experience, he should have followed Fox's advice and stayed at the Lime Restaurant, but he remembered Gehrman Sparrow's warning that there was a hidden danger in Bansie Port.

Crivus made a quick decision and carefully considered his words before speaking:

"Mr. Blanche, please trust my professionalism."

"If there's a problem, staying here would be more dangerous. There are cannons on the ship, and sailors with guns and knives."

"good!"

Uldi was already hesitant, and this reason was exactly what he wanted to hear, completely convincing him.

He gestured for Clives to open the door, and the group left the restaurant step by step.

The wind howled outside, the darkness was deep, and the fog was thick, as if lurking with countless monsters. This instilled fear in me, and I almost instinctively wanted to return to the restaurant behind me, sheltered by its lights.

Clang!

However, at that moment, the restaurant doors suddenly closed, preventing them from returning.

At that moment, they were like ships in a storm, with only themselves left in the world.

Crivus was walking ahead carrying a lantern when he suddenly saw a figure stumbling and rushing towards them.

He subconsciously raised the lantern to get a better look, but when he actually saw the person's face, his pupils suddenly contracted!

It was indeed a person, but it was a person without a head, completely soaked, consisting only of flesh and bones! Despite having no head and no skin, it was still "alive"!

This terrifying scene plunged everyone into fear; it was the first time they had ever seen something so horrifying and bizarre.

Crivus was the first to react, instinctively drawing his revolver to fire.

But as soon as he drew his gun, a terrifying thought flashed through Crivus's mind:

Can a "person" without a head or skin really be killed by a gun?

But then they saw the light.

A beam of light descended from the sky, like a blessing and divine punishment from an angel, causing the flesh-and-blood monster to dissolve into nothingness with a sizzling sound.

"This..." Uldi and the others swallowed hard, their bodies trembling slightly.

Just then, they saw a dim, yellowish light approaching from the depths of the fog.

It was a figure carrying a lantern, wearing a neat half-height silk hat and a double-breasted long dress that blended seamlessly with the night. His face had distinct features, revealing a sharp and cold demeanor.

"Uncle Sparrow..." Donna and Denton exclaimed.

They felt their hearts instantly become at peace.

Klein tossed the lantern to Danitz beside him, picked up his cane, and calmly addressed Crivus and the others:

"Go to the telegraph office first."

"What about the Deimor family?"

"Demerdo..."

"They're still in the restaurant."

Uldi Branch answered instinctively.

Boom boom boom!

Klein knocked on the restaurant door in a friendly manner, but there was no response from inside; the people inside seemed to be observing the custom of not responding to knocks in foggy weather.

After knocking on the door to no avail, 'German Sparrow' politely kicked open the restaurant door.

After a brief and friendly conversation with Fox, the owner of Lime Lime Restaurant, the newlyweds, DeMurdo and his wife, who were still lingering in the restaurant, were taken away.

Led by Klein, they left the restaurant.

Instead of returning directly to the ship, they continued towards the telegraph office not far away.

Along the way, they encountered several more headless and skinless monsters.

They were all easily eliminated by Klein without exception, but this did not make him feel relieved.

These skinned monsters weren't much of a threat, but Klein could vaguely sense that the real danger came from their 'lost' heads and skin! The 'God's Skin Messenger' who cut off their heads and skin was the real threat!

Klein didn't want to clash with the members of this secret organization; he just wanted to find Erlan and bring them back to the ship.

The wind grew weaker, and the fog remained thin. The group walked quietly and hurriedly along the deserted street, staying close to Gehrman Sparrow, as if only in this way could they feel a little more at ease.

tread!tread!

boom!

The sounds of hurried footsteps and gunshots came from afar, carrying far across the empty street.

Crivus almost instinctively raised his gun, but Klein stopped him by raising his hand.

Crivus looked up in confusion and saw Klein shaking his head at him.

Although he hesitated for a moment, he lowered the muzzle of his gun.

After all, they've survived this long thanks to Klein's protection, and at this point, they can only trust him.

Finally, as the footsteps drew closer, a dim light emerged from the depths of the mist, and two figures gradually entered the illumination range of the lantern.

Klein also got a clear look at the person at the front. He was wearing a dark red thick coat and loose white trousers. It was none other than Erlan!

However, the captain's boat-shaped hat had disappeared, making him look rather disheveled.

Ellan also spotted Klein and his group under the lantern's light, but instead of feeling any joy, he screamed in terror:

"Run! Run!"

Just as Krivis was about to go up and guide them, he paused for a moment and subconsciously looked behind Erlan.

Behind him was another figure, a middle-aged man carrying a lantern. His figure was unusually obese; he was at least three meters tall but appeared to weigh over two thousand kilograms!

This bloated appearance stemmed from the loose, flabby fat that piled up around his chest and abdomen.

Beside him, amidst the billowing mist, several dark 'spheres' slowly emerged.

Under the light of the lantern, they finally saw the shape of the 'sphere'.

Those were heads that had lost their bodies and were hanging from their esophagus!

The head floated in mid-air, its face resembling a shriveled cheese covered in mold, its skin, dripping with yellowish-green liquid, loose and sagging, yet still outlining the contours of its bones.

It had only two black holes left at the nose, its eyes were mostly white with little black and bulged outwards, and most of its lips were rotten, revealing sharp teeth mixed with blood!

Klein stared coldly at the bishop opposite him. He had just been wondering where the heads of those 'monsters' had gone, but now the answer was obvious.

But now that their heads have appeared, where did their skin go?

Klein subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man again, and this time, as the man got closer, Klein could see him more clearly.

He finally realized that this was not a fat man!

What was loosely piled up on his chest was not naturally grown fat, but rather pieces of fresh skin sewn together!

He was wearing a robe made of smooth skin stitched together!

The freshly peeled skin still retained some oil, reflecting light under the lantern, appearing soft and elastic.

However, because the other party's skinning skills were not up to par, a lot of blood and flesh flowed out of the skin during the skinning process, and at this moment, it was constantly dripping from the inside of the 'clothes' as the middle-aged man walked around!

"These clothes must be very comfortable to wear, right?"

Despite the horrifying scene, a certain thought inexplicably popped into Donna's and the others' minds.

"The messenger of the divine skin!"

Danitz had the same thought, but he quickly realized it and nipped it in the bud.

This sent a chill down his spine and made him realize that the legends on this island were more than just legends!

(End of this chapter)