Number Seventeen walked up to Mathilde, opened his eyelids, felt his pulse, and then shook his head at Hyatt: "Dead. He must have been scared to death."

Hyatt sighed, a wry smile on his face, and said to Leoric, "Continuing from what I was saying, after Death enters the brains of the two people, we will kill one of them. Death will then extract the soul of the living person and inject it into the dead body. At this point, the ritual will be considered successfully completed. Do you understand?"

Leoric turned his head and glanced at Mathilde's body.

Hyatt, seeing the look in his eyes, explained, "Actually, as long as a person has been dead for no more than 12 hours, the body can be used as a vessel for the soul..."

At this point, he looked at the terrified Sinclair and said, "Of course, a living person is better than a dead vessel."

Leoric turned his head, stared at Sinclair's face, his eyes filled with resentment, and said in a barely audible voice, "Let's begin."

Hyatt gestured, and Number Seventeen first poured a pre-prepared "medicine" into Sinclair and Leoric's mouths.

Hyatt took the drill, walked to the position above the two people, and waited for the paralyzing ingredients in the "medicine" to take effect before starting to drill.

Just then, number thirty-three, who was heading to the underground river ferry to prepare a boat, was suddenly thrown into the room by a tremendous force, knocking over bottles and jars on the wooden shelf and drawing astonished stares from everyone.

Todd pushed open the door, dusted himself off, and smiled at everyone in the room, saying, "Good day, everyone. Would you mind having one more person at your party?"