Lord of the Mysteries

Meow!

The black cat’s cry echoed in the open area that was surrounded by the secluded forest. Regardless of whether it was the adult black-robed man or the fifteen-or sixteen-year-old boys and girls, all of them simultaneously cast their gaze onto the corpse lying in the middle.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the black cat landed on the ground, staring at the human who had just thrown it. It kept flicking its tail around.

All of a sudden, its fur stood on end again. Then, exerting great force with its hind limbs, it jumped up and fled in another direction.

Unfortunately, whatever it did had failed to attract any attention. All the humans present had their attention focused on the motionless corpse.

Seconds turned to minutes, but the corpse didn’t undergo any anticipated changes.

“Another failure?” One of the teenagers moved closer and crouched down, poking at the dead man’s skin with his fingers.

“There’s no reaction.” He turned around halfway and spoke to the man in black and his companions.

At this moment, he felt a gust of wind hit his face from beneath him.

With a swoosh, the corpse sat up!

The youth was startled and immediately cheered in surprise, “It’s a success! It’s a success…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the corpse grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into its arms. Then, it opened its mouth and bit down, producing a sound and causing blood to splatter.

“Ah! Help!” the youth screamed in horror and retreated with all his might, but he couldn’t break free.

The corpse raised its head, revealing rows of white teeth, as well as bits of flesh hanging between its teeth, and blood flowing from its mouth.

The black-robed man was stunned for a moment, then he took out a whistle that was brass in color. He put it in his mouth, and blew on it.

Then, he said in Hermes, “I command you in the name of Death!”

As his voice echoed in the air, the corpse stopped chewing and momentarily froze on the spot.

The youth, whose neck and shoulders had been mangled by the bite, similarly collapsed as if he had lost his soul. The dirt around his nether regions was completely moist.

“It really is possible…” the black-robed man muttered in pleasant surprise. He pointed at the corpse and once again said in Hermes, “Get up!”

The corpse abruptly stood up, then it threw back its shoulders before quickly running into the depths of the secluded forest.

“Come back!” the black-robed man cried out in surprise, but the corpse showed no signs of stopping.

He blew his whistle again and shouted with dignity, “I command you to return in the name of Death!”

With those words, the corpse disappeared into the woods.

“I ordered you to return…” the black-robed man stood rooted to the spot in stupefaction as he mumbled to himself in a daze.

In the woods, Klein held Azik’s copper whistle and the matchbox in one hand. He kept lighting matchsticks and shook his wrist to extinguish them before throwing them to the ground.

moved backwards

Tap! Tap! Tap!

and a foul stench rushed over. Its lifeless

cheeks puffed out, he

Bang!

as a penetrating wound

Bang!

cheeks again and fired another Air

the corpse shattered as rotten

injury to the corpse. It only slowed down for a moment

seeing this, Klein took a step back

Pa!

from the ground, enveloping the corpse

Tap! Tap! Tap!

continued to

Klein kept snapping his fingers, causing red flames to appear on the ground, one after

corpse didn’t feel any pain as it passed through the flames, but gradually, its body began to burn, and the flames grew more and

into a torch, arrived in front of Klein as

flame rose up and engulfed

Klein’s shoulder but only produced

figure dissipated in the red light and reappeared in the farthest

to have exhausted all of its strength and stopped struggling. It quickly

that I’ve met before. Well, not as good as Mr. Azik’s descendant… If it weren’t for me, they would all be

the seven to eight youngsters scattered

bitten one of the youths, they didn’t dare to run away, alone,

would make the back of their necks

help the youth who was badly mutilated in the

that made their hearts beat like a drum, they saw a clown, wearing flashy clothes with red, yellow, and white paint

that was personally created

his surroundings but didn’t pursue the black-robed man. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Who was the

if the teenagers were still in a daze. It took them a few seconds before they pushed out a trembling boy who

deep understanding of death and wanted to lead

Judging from his performance just now, this fellow shouldn’t be a Spirit Medium. At the very most, he would be a Gravedigger. In fact, he might only be at Sequence 9, a Corpse Collector… Of course, he might not be from the Death pathway and simply joined the Numinous Episcopate because of his adoration…After Klein got the exact location where Kapusky stayed, he thought for

all of you

emphasized again, “All

scared witless by what had

this moment, a young girl with smooth hair pointed at her companion who was moaning in pain on the ground and asked, “Will… will he be

to take him to a doctor. Say that he was bitten by a hyena that often eats

young man and woman looked at each other, and someone blurted out, “Ex-excuse me, may

replied in a

spoke, a mist spread out, and his figure disappeared

course, those

and women repeated the words softly, each having their own

after a gust of bone-piercing cold wind blew past, they trembled once more, supported their companions, and left the

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