Chapter 31: Haunted by Resentment "In short, transformation skills depend much more on talent than ordinary miracles. They are mainly a combination of imagination and action. If you want to extend body shaping to external objects, you must first regard the external objects as part of the body, and then make corrections to the body shaping on this basis."Although there was not much time, Nie Hong still took the opportunity to talk about some key points. An Ti listened carefully. Nie Hong wanted to demonstrate it again, but it was a bit awkward. He was really not skilled and didn't succeed for a while. In order to prepare for the next step and not consume too much sensory power, Anti stopped him from trying and went to explore on his own. This made Nie Hong feel a little disappointed, and she quietly put the proficiency of body shaping and stretching changes on one of the next courses. After walking for a while, we found that there were quite a few cursed bodies in this mansion, which at least showed that many people had died here. The roar when you first enter the mansion, plus the existence of the cursed knight, is enough to show how dangerous this mansion is. Even the Night Chaser Knight could die here. What exactly happened in this family mansion? "Huh? Anti, did you kill this cursed body?" Here, when passing through the courtyard of the mansion, Nie Hong saw a cursed body that was cut to death and asked. Anti was grabbing a one-eyed spider monster and beating it with a hammer. Hearing the voice, he looked back and said, “No.” Then he lowered his head and continued hammering, because the spider monster almost put its hand on his face just now, which was too dirty.
Although his body was now a mixture of the monster's body fluids and blood, and he still looked like a human except for his outline, if the townspeople outside saw him, they would probably be so frightened that they would be speechless. "That person must have been killed by someone who came before. The body looks quite fresh. Could it be Handel from the Hawthorne family?" Nie Hong guessed after looking at the body. Here, the monster's screams disappeared, and the muffled thrashing sound ended. Anti came to him and took a look, but he showed little interest: "Let's go." Anti's goal is very clear, which is Safin's pendant. Anyone who gets in the way will be killed. He is not that interested in most things. After crossing the atrium, they continued searching the rooms along the way. One of the rooms was filled with various colors of paint, and inside was a fragile cursed body. Judging from the layout and tools in the room, it was obviously a studio. An Ti and Nie Hong took a look and passed by. The next thing that is more noteworthy is a study room. It seemed that someone had already searched this place in detail, and some things were already displayed in front of them, so An Ti and Nie Hong didn't even need to look for them themselves. On the desk, Anti and Nie Hong picked up an old letter. The letter was sent to the Night Chaser Church, and the sender was exactly the bad-reputation Eric. After reading the contents of the letter, Nie Hong couldn't help but frown: "It was actually this Eric who tipped off the Night Chaser Church, allowing the evil cult to learn of the news in advance and come to the town." Eric has carved out a good world for himself in this mining town. He cannot accept the collapse of the mining town. When secret excavation becomes difficult to continue, he contacts related cults based on some clues in the mine ruins and develops greater ambitions. If the greatest misfortune of the mine was the excavation of the remains of the old wandering gods, then the culprit who allowed this misfortune to spread was this Eric! There are other letters later, all of which are correspondence between Eric and the church. After Eric took over the church with the help of the church, he also regarded himself as a middleman between the church and the townspeople. He did a lot of things, bewitching the townspeople to work for the church, or tricking the townspeople into offering their eyes to the church in this mansion, which buried too much darkness. After reading the contents of the letter, Nie Hong felt both physically and psychologically uncomfortable. He frowned and clenched his hands. An Ti was very businesslike. After looking through the clues, he sorted out some things and then grabbed the sulking Nie Hong and left the study. Ahead, the two came to the end of the corridor. There is a hall here, luxuriously decorated, with a portrait hanging on the central wall. It's just that this painting, with its twisted lines and bold, somewhat chaotic colors, although it still forms a human face in the end, is comparable to "The Screaming Pope" in terms of Anti.
It looked like a picture of a malicious ghost, and it was painted so large and hung in the hall. [Portrait of "Eric": After a villain succeeded in his evil plan, he took over the mansion and invited the best painter in Grosstown to create his own portrait, replacing the portrait of the first head of the Hawthorne family and hanging it in the hall of the mansion. He was just an amateur painter, but under despair and hatred, the artistic conception of the portrait might not be inferior to the works of famous artists. ] [——The person who was willing to hang up this painting may have lost his mind.] "That's right." Nie Hong was already used to An Ti's sudden words, so she didn't ask any more questions this time. "Is there anyone there... Hey... Was that someone's voice just now..." Suddenly, a weak voice came from a corner of the hall. Anti glanced over and found a person lying there. His breathing was weak and he was almost out of breath. Anti and Nie Hong didn't sense it immediately when they came in. It seemed that he was in critical condition. I saw that the man was wearing a fairly exquisite set of armor, but it was covered with scratches and bite marks and was in tatters. A blood-stained helmet was scattered beside him. When I got closer, I could see that it was a middle-aged man. Half of his face seemed to have been bitten off by something. It was a horrible sight. "Sir! Are you okay?" Nie Hong asked. "Child...how come he is so young..." "I'm not a child." Anti said seriously. Nie Hong was stunned for a moment, turned around to look at Anti, then turned back to look at the man, not knowing what to say in this situation, and finally just shook his head stupidly. The man took a few deep breaths before speaking: "Young people from the Land of Destiny, why did you come here... There is no treasure here, leave quickly..." "The people of Juandi really give people a bad impression." Anti muttered. Nie Hong was embarrassed and opened her mouth for a long time but still didn't know what to say. "We are not here to look for treasure. It's much more important than that. You are Handel Hawthorne, right?" Anti stepped forward and said directly. Hendel raised his head slightly, and used the eye that could still see to focus and see Anti clearly: "It's me...how did you know...No, it's not important. The villain has become a monster with resentment. It is very dangerous...No matter what you are here for...Go away." "Are you talking about Eric?" Nie Hong asked. "It was him... I wanted to avenge my family and the townspeople at the risk of my life... but I didn't expect..." As he spoke, he took out something. Nie Hong, who was nearby, reached out to take it. It turned out to be an antique and exquisitely crafted harmonica. "I can't get out, but... please take it away... This is a keepsake of the Hawthorne family, I don't want it to be left in this defiled place... Please..." Before he could finish his words, Handel had already lost his voice, his eyes half-closed but not completely closed. Nie Hong looked at Handel's hand that was handing him the harmonica and suddenly dropped it, and was a little dazed for a moment. Anti didn't have time to care about these, but turned his head to look at the other entrance of the hall. Heavy footsteps approached, followed by a strong breath. boom! The door was broken open, and a distorted figure walked into the hall.
The hideous human face came into view first. It was exactly the same as the ugly portrait hanging in the hall, but the face only occupied a very small part of the monster's body. The neck area was severely swollen, with disgusting tumors stacked one after another, and countless arms stretched out from it like flowers, holding the face in the center. In comparison, the thin body seemed a little top-heavy, with long limbs and sharp claws that flashed a cold light. “Ughh ... Human voices mixed with the hoarse roars of inhuman monsters burst out, bringing an unprecedented sense of oppression. Anti narrowed his eyes slightly. This guy was still alive, but there were black spots on him. [“Haunted by Resentment”, Eric: A despicable villain who didn’t realize that everything he valued could be abandoned by others at any time. He has good eyes, but unfortunately his vision is far from enough. On the night when the curse of the wandering gods spread, the victims’ dormant resentment was awakened and entangled in him. He is not himself, he is them. ] [——The rats in the sewers are too fat and try to walk on the streets.] The information was presented before his eyes, but Anti did not feel the slightest joy. The last thing that could directly see the black spot was the other side of myself. The Night Eyes are good at capturing information about dead objects and even ownerless objects, but it is not impossible to trigger living things. It’s just that Anti is currently unclear about the triggering criteria for living things. What is certain is that this thing in front of us is very dangerous. (End of this chapter)