Chapter 98 "Angelo"

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 frantic voice came from his mouth.

While coughing, the "painter" touched the glass bottle.

The basement, where the flesh and blood was still stirring, suddenly became quiet.

The restless and restless flesh and blood aggregates on the ground regained their calm, as if they had lost their lives.

"……what happened?"

And the skeletons...

The skeletons looked at the painter in unison.

Lin Yiyi suddenly felt that they seemed to...

... laughing?

But how is this possible?

"Elleigh, Elle...Protect me!"

The painter stroked the bottle that contained the "meat ball" and muttered in a low voice, "Let Angelo wake up... Can you hear me? Elle? Elle?!"

"you say……"

Finally, the middle-aged man with the hammer spoke up.

He walked slowly into the light.

His right arm melted like a liquid, ticking to the ground, melting into flesh and blood. These flesh and blood were mixed with his blood, and they quieted down.

Those emerald green pupils were like wild wolves that had lost everything.

His voice is not old, even young, but it is very vicissitudes.

"This is Elle's child? Is his name Angelo... a good name."

The man whispered.

Afterwards, he stretched out his left hand to the painter and held it slightly in the air.

"【Vomit】."

he ordered.

Suddenly, the painter froze.

He suddenly began to cough violently, and the whole person lost strength.

As his throat churned, he could no longer hold the bottle containing "Angelo" and threw it to the ground.

But because of the flesh and blood flowing on the ground, the bottle didn't shatter... and floated towards the man with the hammer as if it had fallen into the sea. There was a faint sound of baby laughter in the air.

But the painter suddenly gasped in horror, like asthma, and his cough became more severe.

Finally, he coughed out something.

He stretched out his hand and dragged out what was stuck in his throat.

Then he was stunned.

That is……

an umbilical cord.

After the umbilical cord was coughed out by him, a colorful flame suddenly ignited. Like an electric shock, he was bounced off by the umbilical cord and fell to the ground.

And the umbilical cord floated to the man with the hammer.

"...So that's the case, [Reincarnation]. Are you planning to use this ritual to resurrect Elle?"

The man sneered: "Do you think that what you sacrificed can be resurrected by such a ceremony with a low success rate?"

"Ai Lei? Ai Lei?!"

The painter ignored the man.

His voice was terrifying, even a little shrill: "Don't abandon me, Elle! Elle!"

"Ai Lei's... Who do you think you are Ai Lei's?"

The man holding the hammer looked cold.

"I-I'm Ellie's father!"

The painter is like an abandoned dog, howling on the ground.

"--shut up!"

The man with green pupils whispered angrily, "I'm Elle's father!"

Hearing this, the artist's trembling body suddenly stopped.

His pupils dilated.

"You, you are... Buckle..."

The painter said incoherently: "But you are not dead..."

The man holding the hammer just walked down,

The left hand holding the umbilical cord waved gently - 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 directly drilled into his palm.

After the meatball is connected by the umbilical cord, it begins to swell soon. Gradually become huge, squeezing the bottle to burst.

It is like a balloon, suspended in the air and getting bigger and bigger.

And the man with the hammer lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But his eyes didn't move at all.

"I'm not dead."

The man known as "Bakr" said indifferently: "You are just my substitute... Who do you think Clara got her knowledge and rituals from? She dared not attack me, so she came with I found you after my divorce.

"If I was a week late, you would have been sacrificed to the 'Black Widow' by her. Your life is now saved by me. I didn't intend to kill you at the time, because Elle needed a father...one who didn't get entangled. Cursed, healthy mortal father. So after killing Clara, I left Frozen Water Harbor.

"It was my fault. I should have taken all the books... It was my fault, I admit it. I killed Elle."

Buckle's voice was full of thick and deep malice.

The right side of his face also melted into black silt, fluctuating with his voice, echoing heavily: "I shouldn't believe in the self-control of mortals, you and Clara are just one kind of person.

"But that's fine. I'm alone now, without any hope, without any memory... In this way, I have nothing to fear."

He said, raising the hammer.

This unassuming hammer is actually some kind of powerful curse.

After he aimed at the artist and raised the hammer, the artist's body was frozen, unable to avoid...

But before the hammer falls.

"Angelo" floats in the air like a balloon, the son of the artist and Elle.

But in a place where Buckle couldn't see, he suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth.

dive.

One bite.

——The head of "Baker" was directly bitten off.

The body below his head instantly turned into a muddy ground and fell to the ground.

The artist 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 still shrank in place in fear, gasping for breath, without the slightest sense of being saved: "...Ha, drink...Ha?

"Ai, Ai Lei? Is that you?!"

The "balloon" that devoured Buck's head did not answer.

It just suddenly started to expand, and colorful flames ignited on the surface. The baby's laughter echoed in the air.

And then it started getting bigger, bigger...

Never ending getting bigger.

Suddenly, Annan thought of a sentence that seemed to be mentioned in the newspaper:

"—he rushed to Morrison Gallery to find officers fighting a 'giant coloured meat ball with flames all over his body'."

Is it... that's it?

This dead baby called "Angelo"?

An Nan suddenly had an idea in his mind:

If Elle's soul has been sacrificed to Lord Skeleton, but Morrison's "Resurrection Ritual" really succeeded...

...What kind of mess did this painter who doesn't know anything about the supernatural world bring back to life?