Chapter 350: Ghosts Scare Ghosts
Using a shovel with a sawed-off handle, he dug out a piece of damp soil and put it into the basket. Then he wiped the sweat from his face and continued to mechanically repeat the previous action.
He had been digging for more than half a month, and according to his own calculations, it would take at least three months to dig from this abandoned church to the bottom of his original home!
But he was patient, and there was a strange force in his heart that drove him. This must be the family's sense of mission, not Pound, but Tudor!
As he was lost in thought, his hands kept moving, and handfuls of soil gradually filled the basket. He was about to go back the same way to dump it out, when suddenly everything went dark in front of him, and then the lights came on, and the narrow tunnel turned into an extremely spacious underground palace.
I dug it through? How is that possible?
After a moment of surprise, Raft's expression turned into excitement. He scratched his hands frantically as if they were cramping, and touched a black iron emblem with a hand holding a scepter engraved on it.
This is the symbol of the Tudor family...
He excitedly put the coat of arms on his chest and was about to get up to continue exploring the underground palace, but his vision blurred again and he bumped into the mud that had appeared out of nowhere. He bit a hard stone in his mouth and almost knocked out his teeth.
"Pooh, pooh—"
He closed his eyes and spat out the bitter soil. When he opened them again, he found a figure in front of him.
A person without any facial features and with an extremely smooth face.
"puff--"
He spat out the last bit of dirt in his mouth, threw away the shovel in his hand, turned around, and crawled out of the passage like crazy, using all four limbs, just like a real groundhog.
The passage became narrower as he went further out. He did this intentionally as a means to avoid being discovered, but now it became an obstacle to his escape. In the narrow passage, he scraped his scalp, broke his nails, and his knees and elbows were bloody, but he finally saw the crimson moonlight that made him feel at ease.
After crawling out of the passage and returning to the abandoned church, Raft took a breath and looked at the dark passage with some fear. He always felt that what he had just done was just an illusion, but he didn't dare to go back to confirm.
"The lights and tools are inside... I'll come get them tomorrow. Something's wrong today..."
He muttered to himself and turned his head again to look towards the center of the church.
A black-haired, round-faced woman appeared out of nowhere, looking at him coldly.
No, it was a black-haired, round-faced female head looking at him!
The head was floating in the air, with its hair draped loosely behind it, and the body that should have supported the head and covered the long hair was nowhere to be seen.
Rafter took a deep breath of the cold winter air and turned around and ran without hesitation. The abandoned church was drafty on all sides and its doors and windows had been pried away long ago. He randomly picked a window to climb through and ran towards the low wall outside the garden.
When he was a few steps away from the wall, the vines on the wall moved without wind, and another figure emerged from them.
She was a young woman wearing a small black hat and a complicated Gothic court dress. She had long light golden hair draped over her shoulders, cold blue eyes, and her face was unusually pale under the moonlight.
After being frightened by the "faceless man" and the "head in the sky", this most human-like woman actually made Raft feel a little warm, but he soon discovered that this beautiful woman came directly through the wall.
"Ghost...ghost!"
Rafter Pound turned even paler than the woman and began to shout, almost losing control.
But he seemed to remember something, and he suppressed his fear, swallowed back the rude words that came out of his mouth, and asked nervously:
"Are you the evil spirit of the underground palace?"
Evil spirit?
Klein, who had just emerged from the tunnel, brushed off the dirt on his body and watched Angel in front of him recover from his invisibility. He was about to celebrate this successful magic show when he heard the frightened baron's hopeful voice outside the church.
He then remembered the red-haired evil spirit in the underground ruins that had appeared in his dream. With a thought, the "faceless man" characteristics on his face squirmed, and in an instant it turned into the extremely handsome face in his dream, but with scars that were as rotten as the bones. The hair gradually spread to behind the shoulders and turned a blood-red color.
The windbreaker on his body was transformed into a set of pitch-black full-body armor under the magic of the "magician", and deep red blood was even dripping from the traces of knives and axes on it.
"I am."
His low, strange voice made Rafter, who was facing Sharon, shudder all over. He slowly turned around and looked over here.
After seeing Klein's strange appearance clearly, he didn't show a panic expression like he had just seen a ghost. Instead, he took two steps forward excitedly, his face full of ecstasy, and said loudly:
"You finally showed up!"
Angel disappeared again, and Sharon returned to the wall, leaving the "stage" to Klein.
They were also curious about what this crazy baronet wanted to do.
"After so many years of trying, I think you've come to understand that killing the descendants of the Tudor family in vain won't help you break free from the seal," Luft continued, his voice full of energy and rapidity, completely unlike the decadent image he usually appears to outsiders. "Only by cooperating with me, with the great blood of Tudor, can you escape this two thousand year dilemma."
Based on his previous experience investigating the ruins and the historical knowledge he learned in college, Klein knew that the so-called "Tudor Family" had indeed been prosperous for two thousand years. However, several members of this Luft Pound family had died one after another in the ruins. How could he be so sure that he would not follow in their footsteps?
"Then why did you come now?"
He continued to ask the other party in a low tone.
"Because the Black Emperor, that chivalrous thief Black Emperor has appeared!" Luft said with a smile, his eyes revealing undisguised madness. "He must be related to the real Black Emperor. This means that the 'Blood Emperor' will also appear, and the glory of Tudor will return to the world!"
Oh, really? How come I didn't know what my connection was to the Blood Emperor?
Black Emperor Klein suppressed his laughter and was about to continue questioning when he saw that Raft, who had a crazed expression a second ago, suddenly had his eyes wide open, straightened his back, raised his legs, and walked towards him with stiff steps.
He resisted the urge to jump aside, maintaining his "evil spirit" image, and watched the baron walk like a puppet to a broken wall nearby and crash into it.
A crisp "dong" sound made Klein feel as if he had returned to his previous life, when he was buying melons and tapping them with his knuckles to judge their ripeness.
Boom, boom.
There were two more sounds, and Raft fell down limply with blood on his forehead.
But the next moment, he climbed up again using his hands and feet, his movements were agile, completely different from the stiffness he had just shown when he was being pulled by the strings.
The man who claimed to be "of the great Tudor bloodline" had blood flowing down his face from the wound on his forehead. He wiped a handful of blood with his muddy right hand, brought it to his mouth, and licked it with his tongue as if it were the most delicious wine.
"Haha, haha.
"The 'great' Tudor bloodline? It made me hate more than ever before, and it also allowed me to temporarily break through the seal and come here."
After enjoying the blood with an intoxicated look on his face, "Luft" turned his bloodshot eyes to the red-haired "evil spirit" in black armor who was still standing in the wind, looked him up and down, and laughed sarcastically.
"My chin isn't pointed enough, my eye color is wrong, and most importantly, I'm not that short!"
Klein swallowed hard after being pointed out for his many mistakes. He suddenly felt the air around him grow colder.
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