Chapter 062: Thriller in the Cemetery
“Open the door!”
With a click, the lock opened.
The gold-plated crystal basement door that Samuel mentioned opened slightly.
Garcia turned around and saw Samuel's complicated expression, so he gently reminded him, "It's open."
"Oh, okay." Samuel came to his senses, looked up and down cautiously, and reached out to push the door.
Only then did Garcia notice that the back of his hand, from which he had taken off the lace gloves, was also covered with dense black lines.
Perhaps, this corpse qi has already spread throughout his blood vessels.
Samuel clenched his fists and walked in first, while Garcia and Yophiel followed closely behind him.
Seeing Samuel's alert expression, as if he was ready to fight with the people inside at any time, Garcia moved his body closer to Jophiel to ensure that if there was any emergency, he would not have time to react and would be included in the protection circle of the almighty Archangel.
But their caution is unnecessary——
There were many mysterious objects emitting magical auras in the basement. The whole room was extremely brightly illuminated by the night pearls. Therefore, the three people could see very clearly that on the operating table in the center, an old man had withered into a mummy-like corpse in just a few days. Around the bed, several of his confidants or servants had also dried up and died.
"Ah..." Samuel sighed softly, "Arnold has been looking for him like crazy for several days, but he's already dead."
"If I had known this would happen, I would have..."
He hadn't finished speaking when Garcia thought he might be lamenting that the consul should use a gold nugget as his heart and become a living dead, perhaps he could truly prolong his life.
"How did they die?" Garcia asked.
Samuel walked to the bed, took a decorative fan from the shelf, used the handle of the fan to lift the blanket covering the corpse, and then stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.
Garcia also walked up curiously, and he was also shocked - the heart embedded in the Archon's chest was still beating strongly, and the blood vessels connected to it seemed that they were the ones who had drained the Archon's last vitality.
It was not known whether the heart had consciousness or what, but when the two were observing it, it suddenly emitted a golden light. Then, a huge magic circle appeared under their feet.
"It's the Alchemy Formation." Samuel explained, "Arnold, he is indeed the most talented alchemist in history."
Following Samuel's instructions, Garcia discovered that each of the mummies lying on the ground was exactly at the center of the refining formation.
After leaving its owner, this beating heart used alchemy to suck the vitality of everyone in the basement, allowing itself to remain alive.
"It's amazing," Garcia murmured.
…
"Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!"
Late at night, Garcia paced back and forth in the room.
Samuel asked the housekeeper to arrange this room for them. It was quiet and comfortable.
At that time, they were still in the basement staring at the heart in a daze, when suddenly a loud noise was heard outside the house.
Then everyone realized that it was already night.
"It's Arnold who's here with the living dead." Samuel's face turned pale, and he said in a gesture that brooked no refusal. "Your Majesty, you and your husband should go to the guest room upstairs to rest. I'll have the maid bring up dinner. Arnold is probably here to retrieve the heart, and I have something to discuss with him. So, I won't bother you with anything else."
Samuel's attitude was a bit tough, and Garcia didn't want to see those crooked geckos, so he did as he wished and hurried away with Yophiel.
However, before leaving the basement, Garcia vaguely saw Samuel take out a small object from the shirt pocket of the mummy on the bed...
"Jophiel, don't you think Samuel is weird?" Garcia asked.
The dinner brought by the maid was very delicious. Garcia accidentally ate too much and was feeling bloated. He paced in the guest room, trying to digest the food.
Just now, there were faint noises and roars coming from downstairs.
There were even some women screaming.
But halfway through, when the butler came to collect the tableware, the expression on his face was very natural, and he told Garcia nonchalantly that Samuel was dealing with Arnold and others, while other priests were patrolling the streets to prevent ordinary people from running into the zombies.
"It's very strange." Jophiel replied.
The silver-haired man was lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed. If Garcia hadn't always received a response when he spoke to him, one would have thought he was asleep.
"But why are you indifferent? Aren't you curious about what he is hiding?" Garcia continued to ask.
"I have no interest in human politics, nor in wealth or status," the man said in a flat voice. "I just want to make sure he can truly solve the problem of the living dead and ensure the safety of ordinary people."
"But he may not be a good person."
"I don't understand your definition of a good person, Garcia. In fact, in my opinion, the distinction between good and bad people doesn't make much sense. I only care about balance."
Garcia murmured: "Balance..."
Jophiel suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight, lecturing the Son of God in front of him, "Garcia, your duty is to listen to the oracle. You only need to follow my instructions and the High Priest's instructions and complete the tasks we assign to you. The result is more important than the process. I am the one who truly needs to consider the overall situation."
Garcia always felt that the overall picture that Yophiel mentioned was not what Samuel did in the zombie incident in Golden Town, or even how it ended.
The overall situation he mentioned should be something more profound and grand.
"But I'm still a little worried." Garcia walked up to Jophiel, squatted down, and rested his chin on his knees. It was a very admiring angle of admiration. He said softly, "But I'm human myself. I hope that those humans who seem particularly weak in front of long-lived races or powerful creatures can live peacefully and live their ordinary lives."
It's rare for Garcia to express his thoughts in such a soft and gentle way.
It was difficult for Jophiel to refuse.
I had to ask him: "What do you want to do?"
"Let's go and take a peek at what Samuel and Arnold are doing!" Garcia suggested with a smile, blinking his big eyes.
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Above the night sky.
Garcia and Yophiel were riding on the wheel eyeball, hovering endlessly over the Golden Town.
An hour ago, Garcia tried to use an invisibility spell and successfully brought Jophiel downstairs. They followed the servants who seemed to be busy preparing some chemical equipment. They walked through most of the rooms but did not find any zombies.
However, from the several laboratory-like rooms on the first floor, loud noises could be heard from time to time - the harsh noises produced by chemical reactions.
Samuel was not at the mansion either.
Garcia had to see what Samuel was doing behind his back tonight, so he pulled Yophiel out.
There was no one around and no living dead, so they walked to an open space, summoned the wheel eyes hovering above the town, and searched carefully.
During this period, I saw several priests in uniform, led by a bishop, setting up a barrier on the edge of the town to prevent the living dead from leaving the town.
There were also some priests who followed the large number of zombies at a close distance, preventing them from invading homes and having too much contact with the living.
"It seems the local priests agree that these undead aren't too dangerous, otherwise they wouldn't just monitor them without taking action," Garcia muttered. "Is this what you call balance?"
Jophiel nodded: "I allow everything to happen."
“Allow everything to happen…”
Garcia still didn't quite understand what this meant.
But after confirming with his own eyes that the zombies were not highly aggressive, he felt much more relieved.
When I passed by the hotel where I stayed last night, I happened to see the big gecko lying on the glass window.
"Stop." He called out to the parking wheel with his eyes.
From a distance, Garcia saw that perhaps it was because the waiter forgot to close the window when cleaning after they checked out, the zombie actually crawled in through the window opening, crawled under the bed in a twisted posture, and then dragged out a small box from underneath.
There were actually tiny pieces of gold in there!
Garcia was about to ask the wheel eye to fly closer so that he could take a closer look.
The living dead grabbed the gold pieces greedily and stuffed them into his mouth.
Garcia: “…”
Garcia wiped his face and said, "Well, now I know why he came knocking on the door last night. I swear, I will close the windows when I go to bed next time."
Jophiel glanced at Garcia indifferently without commenting.
Then, the wheel eyeball continued to fly at a slow speed and flew to the edge of the cemetery.
This was the first time Garcia had actually entered the cemetery in two days.
Since the living dead are wandering around the town, there's actually nothing in the cemetery right now.
The open coffins and deep earth pits proved that not only was there no one here, but there were no dead people either.
"Nothing, let's go... Wait!" Garcia suddenly whispered, "I think I saw Samuel!"
A blurry figure was standing on a pitch-black coffin, and there seemed to be another person beside it.
It was too far away, there was no light source in the cemetery, and they were wearing dark clothes, so Garcia couldn't see clearly.
He turned and asked the almighty Archangel, "Is there any way I can get a closer look?"
Jophiel nodded and said, "I can take you into the void, but you can't make any sound during the journey, or you will instantly reveal yourself."
Garcia didn't know what the void was, but he really wanted to eat melon, so he nodded in agreement hurriedly.
In just a moment.
When Garcia opened his eyes again, he was standing under the coffin, not far from Samuel, and Samuel and the person next to him were still having a passionate conversation, as if they couldn't see him.
"Mother……"
"Don't call me mother! Who the hell is your mother?"
"Mother, father is dead, and I will inherit everything from him, including you."
Then, Garcia saw that the young man, who was a whole circle taller than Samuel, put his arms around Samuel's waist and leaned down to kiss him forcefully!
And after a brief resistance, Samuel hooked his arm around the man's neck and slowly responded!
At the same time, the terrifying black lines on Samuel's body suddenly flashed with golden light and slowly flowed towards the undead young man who was kissing him affectionately!
Wow! How exciting! Garcia was overjoyed.
He was just about to call the pure and divine archangel to see this passionate scene between humans and the living dead, between stepmother and stepson.
But I felt like there was something extra on my waist.
Looking down, he saw a pair of large hands tightly holding his waist.
Garcia was a little surprised. He opened his mouth and closed it again - he couldn't speak now.
Silence seems like a kind of indulgence.
Six pairs of huge white wings slowly spread out, wrapping the blond boy tightly inside and sticking closely to the person behind him.
"What are you looking at?"
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