Judging from the traces on the floor, the entrance to the basement had been sealed long ago. Someone stripped a layer of wood from the surface of the floor, sealed the entrance completely with iron nails, and then covered the nails with wood of the same material to make the floor level.
It was dark below, and there might have been a wooden staircase, but it is now rotten. After jumping down, the landing sound was extremely harsh in the small space. Jenkins called out the miner's lamp and held it high, looking up at his teacher and the cat watching him at the entrance.
"I saw a skeleton curled up in the corner. This is the Giver! Yes, it must be the Giver! I saw some materials that only we can use!"
He said loudly, and then continued to approach the skeleton, holding his nose, and guessed that the coffin board on the second floor originally belonged to him.
The aura of the material next to the body is the color Jenkins observed from a distance. Those materials seemed to constitute a simple ceremony, but due to the passage of time, it was almost destroyed.
Jenkins would never have the audacity to trigger it, it's pretty stupid. But after observation, he still found clues. A long time ago, he had obtained a special ritual [Sound Preservation Circle] in the whisper at the end of the month (132), but he had never used it because of the lack of the core material [Sound-absorbing Stone].
The vague ritual in front of him is obviously the same as the knowledge in Jenkins' mind, and special keywords are needed to start this ritual.
"...revenge?"
He tried to speak, but there was no response.
"coffin?"
"Blesser?"
"resentment?"
"Last words?"
As soon as the word was spoken, a certain area of the ground lit up with a faint golden light.
Jenkins waited quietly for a few seconds before he heard a hoarse man's voice coming from those rays of light:
"I am... Si Sharon... Passing by here, staying here... Coveting my belongings, killing me... White Oak Pedestrian Street, Nolan City, Watson Dentist... Be careful what's in the coffin, it's... very scary, it must not be allowed The wicked get it."
It has been too long, and the last words that can be conveyed are intermittent. But there are many important contents, at least Jenkins knew the last name of the deceased.
If his understanding is correct, the deceased in front of him should have spent the night in this family's home carrying a coffin some day in the past. However, they did not expect that the residents here would become murderous because of the belongings of the lone traveler, and the low-ranking benefactor was negligent for a while, and actually died because of this. His body was dumped in the basement, and his belongings were looted. Even the coffin that was transported was made into a bed board by a stupid country farmer.
But Jenkins still doesn't know the truth about the tragedy that happened here.
"Did you hear that?"
He turned around and asked Miss Audrey, she nodded and replied:
"I heard, I didn't open the basement before this, I didn't expect this kind of ceremony. But it is the same as the result of my divination. Now you are on the right path, but you still haven't seen it. the truth."
"Two hours to midnight, I think I'll make it."
Jenkins assured.
There are no other clues in the basement other than the skeleton and the ritual hidden behind it. But Jenkins thought of the rumors of being haunted nearby, so he thought that he might be able to find the next clue to rely on ghosts.
After returning to the ground from the basement, he pretended to be pacing the building, but in fact he used the Eye of Reality to look around for hidden souls. After being promoted to the fourth level, these eyes have been improved again. Although they can observe spirit bodies invisible to the naked eye at a farther distance, "further" is obviously not as convenient as observing aura.
He turned around but didn't find the expected soul. He looked at his teacher suspiciously, and the woman shook her head:
"I'm not intervening here, but maybe you can wait."
So Jenkins waited quietly for a while.
At about eleven o'clock at night, the red and blue moonlight is projected from high above the farmland next to the building. This is not downtown Nolan, or even the suburbs of Nolan City. The city's fog does not affect here, so the moonlight can be completely reflected on the ground.
Immediately, a large area of snow swelled up, and in Jenkins' eyes, a black aura that was almost impossible to observe appeared in a small area outside the house.
"Did you notice that?"
Seeing Jenkins frowned subconsciously, Miss Audrey asked.
"Yeah, it feels like there's something really bad out there."
"This is normal. You have the ability to live and die at the same time. It is normal to be sensitive to undead."
With that said, the two opened the door and walked out of the house. I saw five rotting corpses of different sizes crawling out of the soil. The rotting conditions of these corpses were a bit unusual, and they looked more like they were covered with a layer of disgusting mud.
"This is the corpse of the Francis family who lived here. After the investigation, the village police buried them here. Don't ask me why it is not the cemetery in the village. It is said that the relationship between the family and the village is very bad, otherwise Wouldn't live in this kind of place... After that, every month when the moonlight is strongest, they will come out of the ground... "
Miss Audrey gave a thoughtful background introduction, and watched the five rotting corpses crawl out with Jenkins.
From the information she provided, it can be known that the death time of the Francis family should be less than a year from the person they killed in the basement. The corpse in the basement had turned into white bones, but the five of them looked like ghosts, which was obviously not right.
"They don't look strong. I have never seen such a type of undead, but they should be considered low-level undead."
The five rotting corpses ignored the two living people and circled around the house aimlessly, but never left the area. This is the truth about the ghosts around here. Unfortunately, this is a small place, and these things don't come out every day, so the church has never received news to investigate.
"Is the thing in the coffin a trick? The dead giver was transporting a trick, but was unfortunately killed by this greedy family?"
"Oh, Jenkins, I'm truly amazed. Did you see the truth? Or was inspiration prompting you?"
The woman asked in surprise, there are many possibilities presented in front of her now, and the special items that can revive the undead are not limited to strange objects, but Jenkins guessed the truth immediately.