The coffin board was turned around, and the coffin was covered with a whole layer of dense black flocs.

After looking closely, the black thing was thin and long, bifurcating like a capillary.

It was like a pale blue vein on the back of the dead man's pale hands, replicating infinitely and expanding until the entire coffin was wrapped in.

Each one is as thick as a hair, slightly as hair.

Like mold growing on expired food, it pulsates regularly with breathing.

When the absorbed fishy blood reached the critical point, it fused with weird creatures bred by eight resentful ghosts and opened its eyes.

The firmly closed coffin suddenly opened!

Countless black silks drifted away, encapsulating the surroundings like black fog.

The strange human figure sat up from the coffin and his head rotated rapidly. I don’t know how many circles it had turned. When he stopped leisurely, a face that was exactly the same as Linard was revealed!

The new 'Linard' still kept a half-sitting position, twisting his head behind him, smiling strangely at Orseya, who was wearing a big red robe and the same terrifying face.

His face was extremely strange, and his facial features were exactly the same as Linnard, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the face looked like a stiff mask, with a smile on his face.

Orseya's bones clattered, her fair neck protruded and turned, and her dead white eyes stared at the coffin.

The next moment, the air swept away, and she suddenly appeared beside the coffin, her sharp five fingers pierced through the head of "Linard" in the coffin!

"Linard" of a mixed ghost, let out a heart-wrenching scream, and his two arms covered with black blood vessels pinched her arms, and the black flocs on their bodies kept rushing towards her.

"Sir"

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

Countless unrecognizable noises sounded, and Linard, who was standing by watching the battle, noticed a hint of chill behind him.

He no longer deliberately concealed his breath, his heart and mouth tentacles surged, turning into a deformed snake to keep him firmly in it.

"Sher!"

The sound of the hard object being stuck came to the ears, and the pain that was piercing in my mind could not be suppressed!

The tentacles were swaying as if they were struck by lightning, and they kept pulling back their bodies, hanging on his chest like a dying giant python.

After looking closely, a blood-red broken hand with a fingernail was inserted tightly into the tentacles!

The scaly armor pieces of the tentacles and the hideous barbs did not play any protective role in front of this broken hand covered with corpse spots!

If he had not made a quick decision to summon tentacles, the broken hand should have been inserted into his head at this moment, just like the 'Linard' in the coffin!

"Olsea..."

He muttered, and he looked behind him.

A woman with no facial features appeared in the air and gradually showed her shape.

Countless fragments were thrown at this woman like moths to the fire, outlining the phoenix crown and robe, small embroidered shoes, and amazingly beautiful makeup.

The broken hand on the tentacles gradually melted, and the "Olsea" controlled by the black fog on the coffin also quietly disappeared.

There was still a strange smile on her face that only appeared when facing Linnard, as if she was comforting her softly.

Don't resist, don't struggle, go with me.

“Ahhhhh——!”

It seemed that they noticed the two of them ignoring themselves, and the mixed body of the resentful ghost wearing Linard's mask melted like a pool of water, and swept softly along the ground like lightning!

A face that was the same as myself floated on the surface of the flesh-colored liquid, which made people feel disgusted.

Orseya did not allow anything to interrupt her process, especially the liquid on the ground that made her feel extremely nauseous!

The natural attributes bring about the two sides' situations and fire. No matter whether either side wants to kill Linnard, they must first compete for absolute dominance.

Her gentle bangs fluttered in the wind, growing like weeds, quickly covering her face and stabbing towards the mixed body of the resentful ghosts!

"Hehehehe..."

The flesh-colored liquid grew an arm wrapped around the hair, and the mouth on the face was grinning at the ear, revealing the conspiracy was successful.

His head rose from the liquid, his eyes fell out, his neck twisted into a twist, and another complete face grew on the back of his head.

The mouth of this face was wide open, biting it on the dark black hair in one bite, swallowing it hard, and eating it into the stomach.

As he swallowed, blood-red liquid flowed out of his mouth, and the liquid solidified into human form again, and grabbed Orthia along his long black hair!

"Oh."

The extremely cold voice fell to the ground, Orseya's lips opened slightly, and she laughed out disdainfully.

Linnard looked at her with some surprise, surprised that she actually showed a tendency to be self-aware.

According to his inference, Orseya in the funeral ceremony will be used as a bridge to the evil gods of chaos behind the ceremony, as a carrier for transmitting power, and destroying the tribute and killing ceremony with meaningless attributes.

Afterwards, Orseya was probably weak, but since the funeral ceremony itself was an auxiliary ceremony, it would not have any negative impact on her body.

But unexpectedly, Orseya in the funeral and marriage mode did not destroy the tribute and killing ceremony from the rule level as expected, but suddenly her combat power soared and seemed to have a certain degree of sanity.

"Olsea?"

He asked tentatively.

The latter just glanced at him with that strange smile and said nothing.

The resentful soul turned into a "Linard" grabbed Orthia's shoulder hard, and her head torn apart from the middle, her mouth widened, and she swallowed her whole body into her belly!

"call out!"

It seemed that he was not at ease. The mixed body of a resentful ghost fell to the ground, and the coffin fell from the sky and covered him with a bang. Then he flipped the ground and the coffin lid settled!

After a brief calm, a faint sound and dazzling light spots appeared almost at the same time.

A loud bang could be heard in my ears, and there seemed to be a big explosion.

With Linard's dynamic vision that is far beyond ordinary people, he can only vaguely see the debris of the coffin flying around, and two entangled figures shot out and disappeared.

Infinite light and light surged towards him, and the vastness of eyes went from dark to white in a moment, and the next second, the dust settled.

By the time he finally came to his senses, there had been horrific changes around him.

What caught my eye was the silver moonlight covering the hillside, and in the distance was the rolling mountains extending to the end.

The wizard's house, wooden table, meals, and furniture all turned into bubbles.

The coffin, the resentful ghost, and Orseya were all gone.

There is a muddy mountain path under your feet, which is rugged and downward, and I don’t know where to lead.

Everything that happened just now was like a big dream, and I was just a traveler who had a sleep.

His eyes drooped and he glanced around him.

I was still wearing a leather jacket that I changed in the morning to facilitate my homework. I had coarse trousers on my lower body and blackened mud in the seams of my long boots.

I took out the brass pocket watch, and the glass case was blurred, as if it was stained with oil, and I couldn't see the time clearly.

"No, it's not an illusion." Linnard put away his pocket watch and looked into the distance with lights in the distance.

"First find Orseya, then look for the exit."

He quickly made a decision. At the moment when the tribute ceremony was destroyed, he clearly saw that Orseya in the coffin had restored her image as a light yellow windbreaker.

The two rituals that are incompatible with each other will eventually be destroyed by each other.

"Click click..."

A string of crisp horse hooves sounded, and a dark carriage came and stopped beside him.

The driver, wearing a coarse shirt, covered in dusty face and simple appearance, raised the kerosene lamp and looked at Linard, and asked, "People? Where are you going?"

Looking at the dark purple-black corpse spot on his left hand holding the oil lamp, Linard pondered silently.
Chapter completed!