Viscount Augustus looked very good today, he was full of breath when he spoke, and he didn't cough like he did when we met for the first time. Jenkins hoped that the poor man would get better as soon as possible.
He then offered to take a look around the mausoleum as well, politely rejected the servant's suggestion to lead the way, and proceeded to the tomb area alone.
Of course, this was just an excuse. Naturally, he didn't go directly to Augustus's family cemetery, but came to the abandoned cemetery where psychic games were played.
It was still the same here, but because the church sent people to collect clues, the door of the gravekeeper's hut, which was closed when everyone left, was opened again.
Turned around the cemetery, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the eyes of the real eye, and then carefully re-entered the gravekeeper's hut.
The round table and wooden chairs used a few days ago were still here, so he sat down directly. When I took out the Ouija board, I inevitably disturbed the cat in the inner pocket. It didn't seem to like it, but it still jumped onto the table.
"How do I use this thing?"
Looking at the Ouija board in front of him with some distress, Jenkins thought for a while, got up and went to the door, bent down to push away the snow that was about to melt, and finally found a tombstone that was still intact.
Just like the process of the women's psychic channeling last time, after putting the figurines in place, they wrote the name they just discovered on the group of decorative tombstones with a pencil, pressed their fingers on the shaman board, and began to call out in a low voice.
I can feel the spirit flowing in my body, and the yellow aura of the Ouija board itself blooms.
An extremely cold feeling spread from his fingers to his whole body, his brows frowned, and the inextinguishable fire burning in the candle automatically drove it away.
At the same time, a strange figure with a cane appeared in front of Jenkins.
Unlike the one the women summoned, the undead showed no aggression, which Jenkins believes was due to the correct use of the Ouija board rather than its power.
Glancing at the chocolate, it was pushing the green beads on the table boredly, but it still couldn't see the spirit creature.
That's fine, if it finds out that the spirit body Jenkins is different from the physical image, it might throw the cat into confusion.
"Are you Rudolph Leggett?"
The undead stood there blankly, and the ghost board pointed his finger: yes.
"I heard that there are no corpses in the underground here. Why can your soul be summoned so easily?"
This is a very interesting question. Psychics need a medium, a medium pointing to the undead. If you accidentally get it wrong, you can easily summon something terrible.
And Jenkins and the women of that night used no medium when trying to name the bodies in the cemetery itself. There may be two reasons for the success. One is that there are still corpses in the local area, and the other is that the deceased died here.
The plank remained motionless, and the undead did not give an answer.
Squinting his eyes and thinking for a while, Jenkins asked again:
"Where is your body now?"
The letters were selected one by one by the shackles in order, and the word that was pieced together was a public cemetery in the suburbs of Nolan City, which was the same as the information I learned from Miss Mihail.
"Where did you die?"
While asking, he was vigilant. Every time a question is asked, some strange black mist will appear on the body of the undead. There are black particles visible to the naked eye in the mist, which makes the undead's mood gradually unstable.
If the estimate is not wrong, it will attack and hurt people after at most 3 more questions.
The cobbled together word is very simple: here it is.
"Who killed you?"
The plank moves faster, and the answer is Gravekeeper. When the plank stopped moving, uh, the undead raised his face with a fierce look.
Without a moment's hesitation, the old man on crutches rushed towards Jenkins, and was beaten out of his wits.
Sighing, he went to the cemetery outside to find a new name. Not every name can be channeled, and names with a death time closer to 50-53 years ago are most likely to be successful.
It wasn't until I channeled 4 undead that I almost pieced together what happened more than 50 years ago.
There is a coincidence among them, that is, the gravekeeper was not from the church of [Death and the End], but a widowed old man in a small village. He is a cultist himself, a cultist of the [Undead Lord], in order to accomplish something, he spread a plague in the village that could make people temporarily die.
When the "corpse" was transported, he actually killed the villagers in the gravekeeper's hut, which led to the death of some of the dead outside.
Some well-informed deceased recognized the holy symbol used in the ceremony just before his death, so Jenkins was able to know the truth 50 years later, which is also a lucky thing.
As for where the cultist went in the end, whether he left the local area by himself, or was finally discovered by the Orthodox Church, the undead are not clear about this.
Jenkins also found that the number of questions that each undead can bear is different. This is related to the quality of the spirit body. When an old woman was summoned by the Ouija board, her body was scattered like mist. When the first question was asked, she turned into a wraith and rushed forward.
But it was not without unexpected gains. At least Jenkins knew that the cultist had an experimental warehouse nearby. That place is located beneath the gravekeeper's hut, but the entrance has long since been completely sealed off.
According to the descriptions of the undead, it took Jenkins a lot of effort to find some traces of the blockage behind the hut. Fifty years had changed a lot of things, and the memories of the undead were also greatly deviated. He had to use his separated soul to explore down to find a suitable location.
"Twin Demons!"
The black shadow emerged behind itself, then rushed to the flat ground and produced a huge explosion. Although it was confirmed that no one in the vicinity dared to do this, after the loud noise, he still looked nervously for a long time before letting go.
The entrance was blasted open once, which showed that his judgment was not wrong. After the smoke and dust cleared, there was a stone step down. Due to the confined space, there was no dust except dirt.
I didn't dare to enter until the oxygen content was sufficient, but after observing the traces of the entrance, it felt more like it was sealed from the inside.
Sure enough, he summoned a silver ball of light to illuminate, and climbed down the stairs with the chocolate in his arms. When the steps reached the bottom, the first thing I saw was a mummy lying on the nearest table.
Judging from his clothes, he was the grave keeper of the cultist 50 years ago.
"Tsk tsk~"
Jenkins sighed, and then waved the two light spheres to spread out, completely illuminating the underground space.