It was stored in a glass bottle by wine, a "meat ball".
Or.
It was a long-dead embryo.
… What's this
Lin Yiyi endured the pain, her mind went blank.
Her heart was filled with a strong sense of discomfort and disgust, and the barrage disappeared again:
"That's it... as long as there's this..."
A gasping, somewhat frenzied voice came from the mouth.
The "painter" coughed and touched the glass bottle.
The basement, which was still churning with flesh and blood, suddenly became quiet.
The restless and restless aggregate of flesh and blood on the ground regained its calm, as if it had lost its life.
"… what happened?"
And the skeletons...
The skeletons looked at the painter in unison.
Lin Yiyi suddenly felt that they seemed to be...
... laughing
But how is this possible
"Ai Lei, Ai Lei... protect me!"
The painter stroked the bottle containing the "meat ball" and murmured in a low voice: "Wake up Angelo... Can you hear me? Ellie? Ellie?!"
"you say… "
Finally, the middle-aged man with the hammer spoke.
He walked slowly into the light.
His right arm melted like a liquid, fell to the ground tick-tock, and merged into the flesh and blood. The flesh and blood were mixed with his blood, and they fell silent.
Those emerald green pupils were like wild wolves who had lost everything.
His voice is not considered old, even young, but it is full of vicissitudes.
"Is this Ellie's child? Is his name Angelo... a good name."
The man whispered.
Then, he stretched out his left hand to the painter, grasping it slightly in the air.
"[Vomit]."
he ordered.
Suddenly, the painter froze.
He suddenly started coughing violently and lost all strength.
With a throbbing in his throat, he could no longer hold the bottle containing "Angelo", and dropped it to the ground by mistake.
But because of the flesh and blood flowing on the ground, the bottle didn't break... Instead, it floated towards the man holding the hammer as if falling into the sea. There was a vague baby laugh in the air.
But the painter suddenly gasped in fear, like asthma, and the cough became more severe.
Finally, he coughed up something.
He reached out and pulled out what was blocking his throat.
Then he was stunned.
That is…
an umbilical cord.
After the umbilical cord was coughed out by him, colorful flames suddenly ignited. Like an electric shock, he was bounced off the umbilical cord and fell to the ground.
And the umbilical cord floated itself to the man with the hammer.
"...So that's it, [Reincarnation]. Are you planning to use this ritual to revive Ai Lei?"
The man sneered: "Do you think that what you sacrificed can be resurrected by this kind of ritual with a low success rate?"
"Ailey? Alley?!"
The painter ignored the man.
His voice was terrified, even a little shrill: "Don't abandon me, Ai Lei! Ai Lei!"
"Ai Lei, Ai Lei's... who do you think you are from Ai Lei?"
The man with the hammer had cold eyes.
"I, I am Ellie's father!"
The painter was howling on the ground like an abandoned dog.
"-shut up!"
The man with green pupils scolded in a low voice, "I am Ai Lei's father!"
Hearing this, the painter's trembling body suddenly stopped.
His pupils dilated.
"You, you are... Buckle..."
The painter said incoherently: "But you are not dead..."
But the man holding the hammer just walked down, gently waving his left hand holding the umbilical cord—the umbilical cord was like a rope, and the other end was tied to the meat ball in the transparent sphere.
And the end close to him burrowed directly into his palm.
After the meatball is connected by the umbilical cord, it soon begins to swell. Gradually grows huge and bursts the bottle.
It is like a balloon, suspended in the air, getting bigger and bigger.
Meanwhile, the man holding the hammer became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But his gaze didn't move in the slightest.
"I'm not dead."
The man called "Bakr" said coldly: "You are just my substitute... Who do you think Clara got the knowledge and rituals from? She didn't dare to lay hands on me, that's why she fought with me." Found you after the divorce.
"If I had been a week late, you would have been sacrificed to the 'Black Widow' by her. I saved your life now. I didn't intend to kill you because Ellie needed a father...one that wasn't wrapped around a curse A healthy, mortal father. So after killing Clara, I left Freezing Waterport.
"I was wrong. I should have taken all the books with me... It was my fault, I admit it. I killed Ellie."
Buckle's voice was filled with viscous and deep malice.
His right face also melted into black mud, fluctuating with his voice, sending out heavy echoes: "I shouldn't believe in the self-control of mortals, you and Clara are simply the same kind of people.
"But it's all right. I'm alone now, without any hope, without any memories... In this way, I have nothing to fear."
He said, raising the hammer.
This unremarkable hammer is actually some kind of powerful spell.
After he aimed at the painter and raised the hammer, the painter's body froze, unable to dodge...
But before the hammer falls.
"Angelo", who floats in the air like a balloon, is the son of the painter and Ellie.
But where Buckle couldn't see, he suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth wide.
dive.
a mouthful.
— and directly bit off the head of "Bakr".
The body below his head instantly turned into mud and fell to the ground.
The painter was stunned when he saw this scene.
Lin Yiyi was also shocked.
Even Annan, who was watching this scene outside, was shocked.
How is this going
The painter was still terrified and cowered in place, panting heavily, without the slightest sense of salvation: "...ha, drink...ha
"Ai, Ai Lei? Is that you?!"
The "balloon" that swallowed Buckle's head did not reply.
It just suddenly began to swell, and colorful flames ignited on the surface. The air echoed with the baby's laughter.
And then it starts to get bigger and bigger...
Never ending growth.
Suddenly, Annan thought of it. There seemed to be a sentence mentioned in the newspaper:
"—He rushed to the Morrison Gallery and found that the police were fighting a 'huge colored meat ball with flames burning all over'."
Could it be... this is it
This dead baby called "Angelo"
Anan suddenly had an idea in his mind:
If it is said that Alley's soul has been sacrificed to the Skeletal Lord, but Morrison's "resurrection ceremony" really succeeded...
... What kind of mess did this painter, who knew nothing about the extraordinary world, bring back to life