Chapter 61 Chapter 61 A good colleague admits his mistake and shows off...
Lin Miao's stomach was churning, her nails dug into her palms, and she tried her best to control herself from looking away.
An Wei took a step forward, hooked a few strands of black air with his fingertips, and flames burst out and burned them all.
"Life-stealing magic." He quickly came to a conclusion, his dark eyes cold. "It's a sorcery that steals the essence and life force of others to prolong one's own lifespan. The closer the relationship, the easier it is to perform."
"Another Hellish secret technique." Mammon snorted. "If you're so fond of using it, I think the human world might as well convert to the Dark Association."
"Clearly, the caster isn't a Dark Blessed One," Beelzebub said slowly. "Even a low-level demon's Blessed One wouldn't be so bad..."
The inarticulate demon was at a loss for words, and after a few seconds, he finally managed to come up with a suitable idiom.
"I'm not very good at my craft."
“Not that strong.”
The articulate An Wei tilted his head and scoffed, "To be able to allow evil thoughts to grow to this extent, I'm afraid he must be an Awakened being favored by a demon."
When it came to maintaining the reputation of the Hellish Secret Arts, Mammon smiled twice out of courtesy.
Lin Miao: "So, the caster's mastery of dark magic is very low... and their favor value is very low?"
"The life-stealing technique is a very sinister spell. If performed improperly, it will cause the person whose life is stolen to harbor evil thoughts after death." An Wei saw her glancing at him and subconsciously smiled with a perfect arc.
"Given the corpse's current condition, I'm more inclined to believe the caster only learned half of the spell. That unfinished work couldn't suppress the spell's inherent side effects, causing the evil thoughts to surge and take over the human queen's body."
Lin Miao surveyed the tomb. "Regardless of who cast the spell, Barbara, as queen, died suddenly and was buried in the royal mausoleum, undergoing the association's rituals. Without the king's participation or acquiescence, the curse would have gone undiscovered."
"Besides," she pointed at the bruises on the queen's neck and wrists, "these must be traces of her life, preserved by sorcery. Besides the king, there's no one else in the palace who could hurt her like this."
"The light formation and angel statue outside must also be the work of that king..." Mammon leaned against the wall and stopped talking mid-sentence.
He and Beelzebub looked at each other for a moment, and both saw something strange in each other's eyes.
"That's not right." Mammon frowned. "With the spiritual energy in that formation, it doesn't make sense that the evil aura from these evil thoughts can reach beyond the entrance."
unless……
Lin Miao opened her eyes, turned around and quickly walked out of Queen Barbara's room, followed by An Wei who had already reacted.
The demon violently pried open the tomb of an unknown royal family member next door and opened the coffin inside.
A black fog thicker and more ferocious than before suddenly rushed out, turning into a bloody mouth and fangs, heading straight for An Wei's face.
In that open bloody mouth, countless roaring and twisted lips could be seen.
The hellfire was dispersed into small, flexible streams, turning into several bright red flames, moving forward in unison, binding and squeezing the black fog, and then devouring it completely.
Lin Miao already knew what was going on without even looking at the corpse.
Receiving her eye signal, Beelzebub and Mammon also randomly selected several tombs to check; without exception, they were all filled with evil thoughts, and each coffin had more than the other.
...No wonder even the angel statue can't calm it down.
When Beelzebub emerged from one of the rooms, Lin Miao glanced at the name on the tomb door and surprisingly felt it looked familiar. Thinking more carefully, wasn't it the current king's third brother, who had died young, whom Daisy had told him about the other day?
What did Daisy say then?
"When His Majesty was still a prince, his third brother died from the curse that Hell bequeathed to the royal family."
Lin Miao's eyebrows were twitching and he was speechless.
What did she say then?
Hell is a crutch, it goes wherever it is needed.
"It was a semi-finished product from the very beginning, and it was still a semi-finished product at the end. How can this not be considered a form of perseverance?"
Mammon said quietly, perhaps wanting to use Lin Miao's favorite dry humor to liven up the dull atmosphere, but unfortunately he did not succeed.
Lin Miao's expression grew increasingly grim. She took a deep breath and said, "The caster has taken so many lives; he must have lived a long time. Since most of the people here are members of the royal family, and according to the principle of closest kinship, the king is the most likely suspect."
"So, does this mean that the previous king, and even the king before that, was most likely 'him'...?"
“…” The three demons looked at each other.
Beelzebub stroked the staff in his hand, a look of shame on his pale, gentle face. "It's easy to change identities and conceal the truth from the human king."
"……It was my fault."
When Lin Miao heard him admit his mistake, her turbulent mood paused, "What does the human king's evil deeds have to do with Lord Beelzebub...?"
"It's my fault." Beelzebub just repeated it, his thick eyelashes drooping, suppressing the subtle expression of pain, making him look even more weak and pitiful.
"It was your fault in the first place." An Wei was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and the gloom and anger in his eyes were about to burst out, and his whole body was covered with sharp thorns.
"Miao Miao, Beelzebub is responsible for guarding and protecting Hell's high-level spells and secret arts. Many scrolls and magic arrays are also stored in Nandu Valley. Now that these secret arts are frequently appearing in the human world, it is his responsibility to keep them under close watch."
The big dog said indifferently, with "useless thing" written all over his face.
Seeing Lin Miao frowning slightly and about to speak, Mammon's eyes flashed and he spoke first: "But there is still a doubt."
"The rest of the coffins we examined all contained blood relatives of the king, which meets the rule of close kinship. However, the queen has no blood relationship with him, so the effect would be minimal. Why would they perform the spell on her?"
Lin Miao's attention was instantly drawn there.
When you first meet Mammon in the devil's illusion, he looks rough, brutal, and forceful; but after spending a short time with him, you can find that he is also subtle and can often pay attention to details that would otherwise be missed.
Yes, why was the Queen...
Before Lin Miao even finished thinking about the question, the answer jumped out at him like an open-book exam.
"The Second Prince." She whispered, "Find the Second Prince's tomb."
An Wei did as he was told. The red line flew for a long time before he found the name of the second prince on the door at the end.
The demons opened the ebony coffins together. After dispelling the black air, they looked at the corpse.
“…”
In the coffin belonging to the second prince, there was undoubtedly a horrible corpse with black air surrounding it, bulging eyeballs, split lips and exposed teeth.
And a face with severely disproportionate facial features that does not resemble the king or queen at all.
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