“Meow!”

The cry of the black cat echoed in the open space surrounded by secluded woods. Both the adult men in black robes and the boys and girls who were only fifteen or sixteen years old cast their eyes on the dead body lying in the center.

A cold wind blew, and the black cat fell to the ground, staring at the human who had just thrown it away, and kept sweeping its tail.

Suddenly, its hair exploded again, and then it exerted force with its feet, jumped up, and ran quickly in another direction.

Unfortunately, all it did did not attract the slightest attention, as the humans present all stared intently at the motionless corpse.

As time passed, the dead body did not undergo any changes worth expecting.

"Failed again?" A young man came closer, squatted down, and poked the skin of the dead body with his fingers.

"No response." He half turned around and said to the man in black robe and his other companions.

At this moment, he felt a gust of wind blowing upwards on his face.

Suddenly, the dead body sat up!

The boy was startled, then cheered in surprise:

"Success! Success..."

Before he could finish his words, the corpse suddenly grabbed his shoulders, pressed him into its arms, then opened its mouth and bit him, making a "puff" sound and causing blood to flow.

"Ah! Help!" The boy screamed in fear and tried his best to push back, but he was unable to break free.

The dead body raised its head, revealing its white teeth, pieces of flesh hanging between its teeth, and blood flowing down its mouth.

The man in black robe was startled at first, then he took out a brass whistle, put it in his mouth and blew it.

Then he said in Hermetic language:

"I command you in the name of Death!"

As the sound echoed in the body, the corpse stopped biting and froze in place for a short while.

The young man, whose neck and shoulders were bitten to pieces, also collapsed there, as if he had lost his soul, and the soil under his lower body was wet.

"It really works..." The black-robed man whispered in surprise, pointed at the corpse, and said again in Hermes, "Stand up!"

The corpse suddenly stood up, then threw his arms around and ran into the depths of the secluded woods.

"Come back!" the man in black robe shouted in surprise, but he found no sign of the corpse stopping.

He blew his whistle again and shouted in a solemn and majestic voice:

"I command you to come back in the name of the god of death!"

As he spoke, the corpse's back disappeared into the shade of the trees.

“I asked you to come back…” The man in black robe stood there in a daze, muttering to himself foolishly.

In the woods, Klein held the Azik copper whistle and matchbox in one hand, and with the other hand he kept lighting matches, then shaking them out and throwing them on the ground.

During this process, he retreated in an arc.

Dengdengdeng!

The corpse with a pale face and a foul odor rushed over, its lifeless eyes staring straight at the ancient and exquisite bronze whistle.

Klein puffed up his cheeks as he stepped back, aimed at the corpse, and imitated the sound:

"Bang!"

The corpse shook suddenly, and a penetrating wound appeared on the chest.

"Bang!"

Klein puffed out his cheeks and exhaled again, firing an air bullet.

Puff! The corpse's head was broken into pieces, and rotten flesh was dripping out.

However, this was not a fatal injury to it. It only paused for a moment before appearing again.

Seeing this, Klein took a step back and made a noise.

Bang!

A bright flame rose from the ground, enveloping the corpse and setting its coat on fire.

Dengdengdeng!

The corpse rushed through the flames and continued to move forward like a mad bull.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Klein snapped his fingers repeatedly, causing red flames to rise from the ground one after another.

The corpse rushed through the flames without feeling any pain, and its body gradually began to burn more and more violently, giving people the eerie feeling of a melting candle.

Finally, the corpse that turned into a torch rushed in front of Klein and grabbed him with one claw.

At the same time, a flame rose up and enveloped it and Klein at the same time.

The corpse grabbed Klein's shoulders, but only produced sparks.

Klein's figure disappeared in the red flames and appeared at the farthest fire.

The corpse seemed to have finally used up all its strength and stopped struggling. It quickly melted in the flames that were tinged with a hint of dark green and turned into ashes and wax.

“He is stronger than all the zombies and resentful spirits I have encountered before. Well, he is not as strong as Mr. Azik’s descendants… If it weren’t for me, they would all die here today.” Klein shook his head and walked through the woods towards the open space.

At this time, the man in black robe had already noticed the changes in the woods and turned around and ran away without hesitation. The seven or eight young men and women first scattered, but when they found that they were alone around, they timidly stopped, returned to their original place, and gathered together.

Having just experienced the incident of a dead body being awakened and gnawing at flesh and blood, they really didn't dare to run away alone in the deep night.

This will give them a chill on the back of their neck.

They looked at each other, but no one dared to support the boy whose neck and shoulders were covered in blood, for fear that he might turn into a zombie at any time.

In the brief silence that made their hearts beat like drums, they were shocked to see a clown wearing extravagant clothes and painted in red, yellow and white paint walking out of the woods.

This was an illusion directly created by Klein.

He looked around, but did not chase after the man in black robes. He asked hoarsely:

"Who was the one who presided over the ceremony just now?"

Who? The boys and girls seemed to have not yet come to their senses. After several seconds, a trembling boy finally answered:

"He, he is our ancient Feysac language teacher Kopst Reid..."

“He claims to have done a deep study of death and wants to lead us to find the secret of eternal life.”

So he's a teacher at school... The secret of eternal life? Bragging is really tax-free... Judging from his performance just now, this guy is not a "psychic", at most a "gravedigger", or even only a sequence 9, just a corpse collector... Of course, he may not be a death god, and he just joined the spiritual cult because of worship... After Klein asked Copsty where he lived, he thought for a while and said:

"Go back, don't get involved in this kind of thing anymore, and don't let it leak out."

"Otherwise, you will all die."

Then he emphasized again:

"All will die."

The young men and women, frightened by what had just happened, nodded frantically, leaning on each other and preparing to leave.

At this time, a girl with smooth hair pointed at her companion who was groaning in pain on the ground and said:

"Is he, is he okay?"

“He won’t die for now, but he must be taken to see a doctor. We can say that he was bitten by a hyena that often eats carrion.” Klein ignored them and returned to the woods.

The young man and woman looked at each other, and someone asked:

"Excuse me, please, what should I call you?"

Klein smiled and replied in a low voice, intentionally misleading the other party:

"I'm just a gatekeeper to hell."

As he spoke, fog suddenly spread out and the figure disappeared from the spot.

Of course, this is all an illusion.

"The gatekeeper of hell?" The young man and woman repeated the word in a low voice, each with their own thoughts.

However, after a gust of cold wind that penetrated into their bones blew past, they shivered again, helped their companions up, and left without even looking back.

…………

Is this a member of the Spiritual Cult? How disappointing... If he hadn't given up his current identity, I would have visited him in the middle of the night when I had time to see what he knew. Well, I have to teach him a lesson so that he wouldn't dare to harm students again. Can "Spiritual Dance" and "Resurrection Ceremony" be played around with? Klein habitually made his judgment with the mindset of a Nighthawk.

Soon, he returned to the mansion of Logo Carloman and waited patiently for the security personnel to move.

As soon as he found the opportunity, he immediately climbed over the fence, quickly approached the house along the shadows, and quietly climbed onto the balcony.

At this time, the dummy disguised as him was still smoking.

Snap! Klein snapped his fingers.

The figure in front of him immediately turned into a thin piece of paper and floated into his palm.

Compared with the previous paper, this one is covered with rust-red marks and can no longer be used.

Klein didn't dare to throw it around, so he folded it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

After doing all this, he walked leisurely down the corridor and returned to Atlu's bedroom.

"Why did you take so long?" Stuart asked with a trembling voice.

He had just gone to the door to inquire and found Sherlock Moriarty smoking one cigarette after another, but due to his duty, he did not dare to leave the bedroom.

Klein smiled and said:

"Take a break and relax. You can go too. I don't mind."

"I..." Stuart was about to agree, but suddenly thought, this way, he would be the only one on the balcony, surrounded by the deep night, the not-bright light, the chilly wind, and an environment that always reminded him of ghost stories.

So he forced a smile and said:

"It's okay, I don't need it."

Klein smiled without saying anything and sat down again, letting the armchair rock gently and slowly in the dark night.

The shaking lasted until dawn and nothing happened.

Atlu woke up and sat in the bed, lost in thought.

Klein said nothing. He exchanged places with Kaslana and her female assistant, and walked slowly to the guest room to catch up on some sleep.

When he was half asleep, he heard Loge Carloman shouting in surprise and joy:

"Oh, my child, are you well?"

"Storm is above, I want to donate 300 pounds to the church!"

"You, you said, they won't come to kill you? Did you misunderstand?"

300 pounds? What a luxury... Klein turned over, hugged the soft and warm quilt, and muttered.

Then he continued to sleep soundly.

At noon, Klein went downstairs to eat. Kaslana sat opposite him and asked with a frown:

"Did anything happen last night?"

"No." Klein answered briefly, then smiled, "Does it count if Atrus wakes up and goes to the bathroom?"

Stuart next to him slowed down his movements and nodded in agreement.

Kaslana glanced at their faces and then retracted her gaze, answering in a deep voice:

“Not really.”

Klein curled his lips slightly and cut the steak skillfully.

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