The Whispering Verses Chapter 78: Blood Mist

The evening breeze passing under the grape trellis made Shade, who had narrowly escaped death, tremble uncontrollably. Even a ring warlock whose head exploded like a watermelon would definitely not be able to survive. He sat there motionless and watched the scene in front of him, and the voice in his ear whispered:

[I thought you would throw the dice and try to throw another 20 points to turn the situation around. 】

"No, I won't gamble on luck. I just use the action of throwing dice to force him to shoot. Otherwise, once he becomes cautious and uses other methods to kill me, I will really go to see the God of Death.... ..Speaking of which, the last time I rolled 20 was because of the counterattack [The Puppet Operator's Script], so if the Blood Spirit School sends me the pages of the script again, can you still help me?"

[Of course. 】

The woman chuckled in Shade's ear, still sweet.

Xia De had a stiff smile on his face, and his mood gradually calmed down. Still sitting there, minding his own business, he said in his heart:

"I'm not trying my luck. Since it's called a gun of kindness, and it can't kill suicides, then with my luck tonight, maybe it will work in the opposite situation."

【Do you have any other plans? 】

"The original plan was to fake death, but whether the fake death can be hidden from the other party also depends on luck."

After saying this, I took another deep breath and exhaled, and then I felt that I could control my body that was paralyzed by the fear of death. My back was actually soaked, and my body couldn't help but tremble when the summer night breeze blew.

Shad stood up, feeling as if he was alive again compared to when he sat down a few minutes ago. Calmly and carefully, he wiped the dice with the clothes of the headless corpse and put it back into his pocket along with the ring and Silver Moon's orb.

When he took back the [Gun of Kindness] in the corpse’s hand, he discovered that blood had soaked through the bullet chamber of the gun, revealing a circle of small inscriptions that had not been discovered before—

Don’t hurt yourself, don’t hurt others.

"Ha~"

He smiled dryly, his face and half of his shirt front were now covered in blood, but he did not forget to take away the [Puppet Operator's Script] on the stone table.

The leather writing of the small book seems to be able to absorb blood, so it is not contaminated. Unfortunately, the first nine pages have been used, and the previous sentences have even been blacked out in order to prevent the holder from discovering the previously used content.

Shad shook his head and held the small book in his hand. He did not deal with the blood and brains on the ground and table. He dragged the headless body away from the grape trellis with one hand and turned around and walked into the maze of the garden.

Being blown by the night wind, my brain was completely awake. After the feeling of panic and calmness disappeared, I thought with some sadness:

"I must gain strength and never gamble my life again. I will get the afterglow of God and the power of a ring warlock!"

[I will bless you, stranger. 】

He grabbed the body and walked into the grass behind the hedge without continuing to walk. After all, the blood marks on the ground could not be hidden.

Shad sat down next to the corpse, breathing in the smell of green grass, recovering his strength, and thinking about what he could do.

I don’t know how long he sat on the grass before he heard footsteps approaching. Before he could stand up, he saw Miss Anat, who had been separated only a few minutes ago, parting the fence and appearing in front of him.

The female diviner with short brown hair tilted her head and looked at the headless corpse, then looked at Shade, who was wearing a shirt and his face was covered in blood, and her brows with light makeup frowned slightly.

"I didn't kill anyone."

Shad, who was sitting next to the body holding a gun, said that he noticed that his voice had returned to its normal state. Fear away, he now just longed for power.

Miss Anat looked at the body again and raised her eyebrows in surprise:

"Although he has no head, judging from his attire, this seems to be the heart collector of [Mercury Blood]. He died in your hands. What have you done in the past ten minutes?"

"Has it only been ten minutes? The explanation is very complicated. This is a story of revolvers and luck, which may be more complicated than the matter itself. If you want to listen, I can make the story short."

He said, but Miss Anat with purple eyes shook her head:

"There's no need to talk about it for now, something happened in the mansion, and we need your help."

Handing out his hand to Shade, Shade looked at the blood on his hand, not embarrassed to contaminate other people's hands, and finally shook his head and chose to stand up by himself.

"Can you divine that I am here?"

As he asked, he looked at the mansion in the distance. In the hazy night, there seemed to be an extremely thin blood-colored halo surrounding it unknowingly. Not only that, after he turned on the [Echo of Blood], he actually found traces of bleeding in the air. This was a blood mist that was difficult to detect with the naked eye. The Lakeview Manor House seemed to be wrapped in a huge **** cocoon.

In his special field of vision, he seemed to see a huge and deep shadow crawling above the mansion, and a **** blur of light connected to the depths of the night sky that had darkened at some point.

With a muffled groan, he immediately turned off the spell. Just the glance just now made his head buzz. He was very familiar with this feeling. It was the breath of God. The power generated by the ritual itself was already amazing enough.

"No, the smell of blood here is too strong. I came to try my luck. Originally, I wanted to catch a cat to help me. Detective, now put on the clothes of a corpse and put on this mask. No Time for you to flush."

The burgundy formal suit of the headless corpse is not obvious even if it is stained with blood, and the mask is a wooden utensil formed by twisting the branches of Miss Anat after caressing the flowers. It has an ordinary shape and is tied to the head with a straw rope. .

"Has the evil **** arrived?"

Xia De asked, feeling the beating speed of his heart. Looking at the mansion with the naked eye, he could only see darkness shrouding it. Deep and mysterious, Lakeview Manor seems to have completely changed at this moment.

"Not yet, we have encountered that Mrs. Lasoya, or Mr. La Zoya. The other party is a six-level ring warlock. Now the doctor, the priest and Dorothy have trapped him, or are trapped by him. I Need help."

"What a bad luck."

He thought to himself.

Xia De could imagine the dangers of entering the mansion. He could choose to leave, but he couldn't watch all the friends he had just met die. Now that he has become a ring warlock, he must be prepared to face danger, and he will not escape. Always escaping, sooner or later there will come a time when he cannot escape:

"I'll go with you."

At this moment, his mood was surprisingly calm, and the corners of his mouth even subconsciously curled up in pleasure. He knew that he had made the right choice. Even if he really died in the mansion tonight, he would not regret this decision.

Miss Anat observed the detective's expression, and the fortune teller understood Shade's current mood:

"This is the life of a ring warlock. Once you step into the extraordinary and mysterious, you can never look back. Detective, maybe you just experienced a life and death decision not long ago, but you have temporarily forgotten that matter. I'm sorry, although this is very difficult. It’s dangerous, but you are about to experience life and death with me again. You can tell us your story after tonight.”

"Will the evil **** come? Also, I noticed that there are traces of rituals in the garden."

Xia De asked, after changing clothes and putting on a mask, he walked out of the grass with the heroic Miss Anat. The latter shook her head in the moonlight, her purple eyes seemed to be shining:

"I don't know whether the evil **** has come. We can only do what we can do. The ceremony of the god's descent is very big, and the decoration in the garden is very peripheral. It is not important. What is important is the third floor of the mansion. Come with me , Detective."

Only the headless body was left lying in the grass behind the fence. The clouds came from a distance and covered the three moons. The stars no longer shone. The headless body was gradually covered by shadows and blood mist. , peace and tranquility have been restored here again.