There was a gloomy and solemn atmosphere in the room. Althea remained speechless and avoided the question. She nodded her head slightly, acquiescing to Linnard's words.

The black-and-white portraits enshrined on the wooden table were broken into pieces, and the food that had long been rotten and expired became greasy and reflective. If you look closely, it seems that they are covered with tiny ants, squirming layer by layer.

The dishes on the eight dinner plates are constantly changing their shapes, revealing cross-sections similar to human skin and flesh, gradually turning into various parts.

Head, torso, arms, thighs, belly, neck...

These parts are broken and rotten, and only a rough outline can be seen, and they are twisted and weird. When you put them together, you can piece together a plausible human body.

"Hiss-hiss-"

The rotting human body was pieced together and crawled towards the two of them.

There was deathly silence in the room, except for the constant echoing hiss from the wooden table.

Althea's whole body exuded a faint green fluorescence, her eyes lit up, and she was trembling.

A strange cold wind blew by, sliding into the back of Linnard's neck like ice cubes.

"So hungry!"

He heard someone talking in his ear, but he couldn't hear clearly and couldn't tell the distance. It seemed that the person was standing behind him and leaning against his ear.

A faint voice entered his mind, full of sadness and longing, as if urging him to get something to eat quickly.

Althea stared blankly at the motionless Lynard and the black figure lying on him, her legs and feet were weak, and she tried her best to call him, but she heard the same voice coming from behind her: "Can you see?

...I am also behind you."

"boom!"

The back door window was closed tightly, making a huge noise, and the room was almost completely sealed.

Althea felt like she was in a sealed coffin. She had been afraid of sealed spaces since she was a child.

She was speechless, with tears streaming from her eyes, biting the tip of her tongue desperately, urging her body to get rid of fear.

A fist as white as jade grew rapidly from the size of a needle tip to a larger one in her field of vision, and with a 'pop' sound, the fist penetrated the black figure lying next to her shoulder.

The latter disappeared silently.

"If you are really scared, close your eyes and listen to my instructions."

Lynard's cold words without any smoke or smoke reached her ears.

After hearing the creepy sound behind him, he no longer concealed his strength, activated the tentacle breath to attach to his whole body, violently grabbed the head lying on his shoulders with both hands, and smashed it out!

Turn around and punch out the black shadow behind Althea.

Even though he easily killed two black shadows, Linnard knew that these were just appetizers.

The real trump card of the tribute killing ceremony has not yet come out, these are just the early revenge of the resentful ghosts.

When the resentful ghosts realize that they cannot kill Lynard alone, their intense resentment will make them voluntarily gradually dissolve and reorganize, contribute their own strength to the ritual, and become one.

He must break this ritual in advance!

The room was gloomy and dark, and even the faint sounds of movement had disappeared. The rotting human body on the wooden table seemed to have never appeared before, becoming completely empty.

Althea closed her eyes tightly. She had realized that she was gradually becoming a burden to Lynard. In order to prevent her body from becoming stiff due to fear again, she adopted Lynard's method - closing her eyes.

Dense white paper was floating in the sky, and the sound of blowing and beating came again to my ears.

The ground underfoot has changed from a wooden floor to a dirt path. The furniture inside the room has not been changed, but the space has been stretched extremely high and long.

"Wha... what's the sound?"

Althea's red lips trembled slightly and she listened intently.

I don't know when a team came from a distance. The people inside were white clothes, white trousers, and white skin.

The whiteness was deathly, like a bloodless paleness.

So much so that in such a thick darkness, one could clearly see the appearance of those people without relying on any light.

They were divided into two teams. One team had four people carrying a rectangular coffin, one person held a white flagpole, and the other three people held various musical instruments in their hands and were playing.

"The undertaker."

Linard didn't move his feet. Hearing the words, he explained to Althea calmly.

Hearing these words, she couldn't help but shudder even though she didn't see the strange scene.

The two of them were obviously in the house, how could they see the funeral procession?

Moreover, those people seem to be very close at hand?

The people carrying the coffins gradually approached them, and Linard could clearly see the various facial features on these people's faces, but their positions were all wrong.

There might be two eyebrows where the mouth should be, and the nose is covered with broken teeth, which looks like a child's random doodles.

They stopped at the wooden table, flipped the table away, and exposed the ground. They took out shovels from nowhere and dug up the soil step by step.

It looked like he was digging a grave!

The person holding the white flag and the person playing the musical instrument stood aside with hands tied, and the distance between them and Linard and others was only three to five steps.

They stopped what they were doing and looked at Linnard in unison with their distorted faces.

No matter where the eyes were on that face, they were all staring at Leonard.

It seems that he wants to remember his face deeply.

What I saw before me was truly indescribable and terrifying.

Being stared at by several non-human things, Linnard felt a chill rising up his back, but there was no panic on his face.

He told Althea to tell her that she was in safe condition and not to move around.

Then, he walked straight forward and stood face to face in front of the resentful ghost carrying the white flag.

He raised his right hand and hit the opponent's head with a right hook!

The headless body of the ghost in white collapsed limply. The flagpole lost its support and fell to the ground.

The dead people digging the graves were working loudly, while the other three resentful ghosts did not move, still staring at him with terrifying eyes.

"Squeak——"

The rectangular coffin suddenly opened a dark gap, and a man dressed the same as the resentful ghosts got out of the coffin.

He had a face similar to that of Lynard. He approached Lynard with a sinister smile and picked up the flagpole on the ground. The facial features on his face were twisted together in pain, and his appearance became indistinguishable again.

Eight grudges in white stood quietly on the ground, digging a grave for Lynard.

Lynard could even vaguely feel that when the coffin was placed in the tomb, that was when he died.

"...Brute force cracking is useless."

Although he had already made a preset, he still chose to kill a grudge first to see if he could solve this deadlock as he believed in experimenting to gain true knowledge.

The "Jiutian Yingyuan Immortal Book" indeed contains endless ritual knowledge, and it also happens to have records about tribute killing rituals.

But there is no mention of how to unlock this ritual at all.

In other words, among all the rituals that Linard knows so far, none of them mention the method of breaking it.
Chapter completed!