Doomsday Illusion is not something you can enter right away, so at least you can't continue to deal with this matter tonight. Miss Magic and Jenkins left after splitting the money. She gave Jenkins the range of activities she had planned for the week. Once the corpse was taken out of that world, Jenkins could go to her at any time.
Back in Ruen just in time for dinner, the ladies who had been busy all day also gathered at the dining table and talked to Jenkins about their day. After destroying Mr. Corpse's body, Alexia temporarily had nothing to do, so she planned to be promoted to level eight in the near future, and worked hard for it. Dolores is still troubled by her own government affairs every day. The arrival of diplomatic envoys from the two countries has brought new problems, because the House of Representatives actually plans to budget for the war. This is a very complicated matter, which will make the already understaffed The financial sector of the country is even more understaffed.
The next day, Thursday, Jenkins set off for Nolan early in the morning. After dealing with the personal letters that Hathaway helped to collect at home, I came to the public square in front of the clock tower to hang out.
In the past two weeks, he has often led the same cat around here with different faces. He is very familiar with everything around him, knowing where to shelter from the wind and where the sun is not too severe. It was almost noon this time, and I was lucky enough to enter the illusion, so I went to the clock tower non-stop, and traded the ninth ceremony with the old man, and then quietly went to the bottom of the clock tower and picked up the simple tomb. A severely decomposed corpse, after leaving the clock tower with it, returned to reality in a safe corner.
When I saw Miss Magic, the sun was about to set. Seeing the strange man who came with the cat, she immediately understood that the corpse had been successfully brought out, so she exchanged a few words with the owner of the clothing store, and then went to the street with Jenkins.
"What about the corpse?"
She asked in a low voice, now is the time to get off work and get off work, there are many people on the street, and the two of them walked out of the city against the flow of people.
"You don't expect me to bring it to the city, do you? I put it in the abandoned cemetery, which is the abandoned cemetery where we fought against the treehouse demigod Mr. Clark in winter."
The cemetery belonged to Jenkins, a small gift from Viscount Augustus before his death. Although it is a cemetery, except for those who were killed by Jenkins or turned into gears, there are actually no corpses in the underground of the cemetery. The original corpses have been moved away more than ten years ago.
Jenkins once planned to build a country house in this beautiful place with a wide view, but because of a series of things and concerns that this place used to be a cemetery, he hesitated to make up his mind.
The corrupted corpse was temporarily placed in the cemetery by him. After Miss Magic and he arrived here, they immediately began to prepare for psychic communication. Although Jenkins' psychic ability is not very good, Miss Magic is proficient in it.
But it is a pity that because this person died in a strange place, the quality of the soul channeled was extremely poor, with almost no self-awareness, and could only answer some simple phrases, and the content was upside down and of no value.
Before their souls broke, they only knew his name was Perrault Spencer.
"Since the soul is useless, try another ritual."
Miss Magic said eagerly.
Because the operation had sufficient funds, she procured a large number of possible ritual materials while waiting for Jenkins to bring out the body. If there is no result in asking the soul, then it is necessary to rely on the retrospection of the blood.
Although the blood of the corpse has been corrupted, it is not unusable, it just needs to be treated with expensive activating blood.
After a small cup of wine-red blood boiled in the silver cup, Miss Magic asked Jenkins, who was holding his nose, to hold the cup, while she stuck some blood with a quill, and kept writing runes on the corpse.
When the last rune was written, the blood in the wine glass just ran out. Miss Magic let out a sigh of relief, and then asked Jenkins to cooperate to perform a ceremony to activate the rune.
At the moment when the sun completely disappeared on the horizon, the body that fell on the ground twitched violently, and then stood up stiffly. The blood-red runes on his body were faintly glowing, and it was these runes that allowed the corpse to move again.
"This is the so-called..."
"I know, this is the notorious illegal ritual [Blood Retracing], which uses the blood of the deceased as the driving force to make the corpse find the person with the closest bloodline... You even know this kind of ritual?"
Jenkins picked up the cat that was trying to escape because of the stench, and asked while helping Miss Magic clean up the ground.
"Although it's against the law, you have to admit that it's useful... You won't report me, will you?"
Taking advantage of the night, Jenkins found some clothes to dress up the corpse as a normal person, put on gloves, a wide-brimmed hat on his head, and even sprayed a lot of perfume on the corpse to cover the smell of the corpse. Follow him to find his family.
Although the corpse walked unsteadily, at least it was not slow. At eight o'clock, he stopped at the intersection of a residential area in the northwest of Nolan, and then walked straight towards the fence gate of the house on the right.
"right here!"
Jenkins was overjoyed, and quickly followed behind the corpse, erasing the rune on its neck that had been deliberately exposed. The corpse immediately lost the ability to move, so Jenkins held him hard to prevent him from falling down, and walked towards the gate of the house like holding a drunk person.
Vanilla quickly escaped when Jenkins touched the corpse. Miss Magic rushed to the door and rang the bell. Not long after, a middle-aged man opened the door and stuck his head out, looking at the man standing on the street. of three people.
"who are you?"
He frowned and asked, looking like he didn't want to open the door for them, and he didn't even want to go to the yard to talk to the three of them.
"You may know this person."
said Jenkins, who was supporting the corpse, and motioned for him to come over. The middle-aged man hesitated before coming to the yard, and looked at the tightly wrapped corpse through the fence gate.
Jenkins quickly reached out and lifted the hat on the corpse's head a little, and put the hat back on after confirming that the middle-aged man saw the horrible rotting face.
"Perot, he..."
The man couldn't help but exclaimed. Although the skin on his face was severely rotted, he still recognized who it was.
"I think we'd better go in and talk, it's obviously not a good place to talk."
The man opened the door immediately, Jenkins said, then carefully put his arms around the body and carried it to the house with Jenkins.