Thirty seconds later, Hitzfeld suspected he might have lost the bet. Jonah grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the fire like a chicken. Not only did he throw her to the ground, he also vividly described to Horus her disloyal behavior. Piglets are piglets! Hitzfeld cursed in his heart. You resist! Suspicion! Your father is so old but still has such a strong body. Don't ask why it is definitely the result of long-term exercise. Don't you wonder why he still needs to exercise like this at his age? He obviously wants to continue living through some means! "Oh?" Horus' tone rose after hearing this. "She even guessed about the book." "Yes, Dad." Jonah looked at him flatteringly, "This woman wants us to become enemies... She is so vicious!"
Hitzfeld glared at him angrily. If she could break free and had a gun, she would really like to empty ten magazines at this idiot! "I have to admit that as a detective, you are excellent." Horus walked up to the girl, placing his high-top boots less than an inch away from the tip of her nose. "Guessed we were pirates." "Guessed that Bernie has an alternative identity." "I guessed that Johnny was not dead... This is a secret that even I didn't discover." "In the end, you even deduced the Book of the Dead. Really, Miss Hitzfeld, you are already good enough as a detective." He was mocking her. Hitzfeld's expression became even uglier. Yes, she guessed a lot of things correctly, many of which even Darent couldn't see immediately. But what's the use? She made a mistake at the most critical point. It can be said that it was her misjudgment that led to the current situation. "I'm curious." Horus squatted down in front of her. "Where did you hear about the Book of the Dead?" "..." Hitzfeld pursed his lips and said nothing. "It doesn't matter." Horus grinned at her, "We need to leave this place, and the curse needs new blood to continue to suppress it." "Miss Hitzfeld will be happy to help us solve the problem of the new offspring. We will take you with us. We will have plenty of time to communicate in the future." really. Hitzfeld's face turned pale.
I knew they had such disgusting intentions! Next, whatever she and Darent said. Be it empty talk or misleading. Horus just wouldn't listen. He asked Jonah to drag the doctor and Johnny, who was still unconscious, over, and cut his own, Jonah's, Johnny's, and Hitzfeld's wrists, and collected the mixed blood into a small bottle. Hitzfeld saw them set up a huge cauldron over the fire... big enough to throw a child into it, then took out a bag with a dark bottom that was constantly oozing blood, and took out various animal organs and limbs from it and threw them into it. There is a snake head. There are all kinds of flowers, plants, and rhizomes that you know and don’t know. There are livers that look like cows and sheep. There was also a large three-colored spider that was squeezed to pieces and burst, with its remains and juice falling into the pot. What do they want to do? A chill rose from behind everyone. Wouldn't the blood have to be thrown in there too? Because of the angle, Hitzfeld saw Helen hiding in the rock wall at the corner. She followed. The ring—dropped—onto—the—ground. Hitzfeld lip-read to her. Helen looked...very nervous. She nodded, indicating that she understood, and waved her arm while holding the ring. At this moment, Horus suddenly turned sideways, from facing Helen with his back to her. He didn't notice her, but Helen was frightened and the force with which she threw the ring changed. Horus and Jonah were invisible. Hitzfeld. Darent. Bram. The three of them just stared at the ring, watching it draw a beautiful parabola in the air. "predict!" Fell into the crucible.
"..." "..." Now not only Hitzfeld, but Darent and Bram were also torn apart. Helen leaned against the wall with her face in her hands, deeply regretting what she had done. She is the last hope! The last chance was ruined by her! "almost." Horus calculated the time and ordered Jonah. "Pour the blood in." Jonah took the bottle and began to pour out the blood. Lying on the ground, Hitzfeld could not see the changes in the liquid in the pot. She only heard a crisp "hiss" sound and saw a string of bright red psychedelic mist coming out above the crucible, almost turning Jonah's face red. The fog quickly changed. From red to purple. From purple to dark blue. Finally, it faded a little bit and turned into a misty white mist. The temperature in the entire cave began to drop rapidly after the white mist appeared. "Necrotic fluid." Horus' voice rang out. "It's essentially about modifying the body so that mortals can forcibly communicate with another world." "As long as it is completed, Miss Hitzfeld... let you touch it and absorb it, then you will be the medium for our next stage, and our lives will be connected to the dream world in a certain sense." "Okay Jonah, the marrow fluid still needs the brain marrow of relatives, let's start the final process." He ordered Jonah again, but his eyes were looking at Johnny who was unconscious on the ground. "He's a traitor...Chop off his head! Throw it in too!!" "you--" The light of the knife flashed. Before Hitzfeld could say anything, Johnny's head and body were separated. "Pfft!" The human head was put into the pot, and white steam gushed out almost madly.
All living people felt a biting cold spreading over them. The fire under the crucible went out immediately, and the liquid inside shrank rapidly. Jonah and Horus walked up to the cauldron at the same time. He first looked up at his elderly father, his eyes moving back and forth over his arms which were thicker than his own. He quickly glanced at Johnny's headless body next to him. "..." His throat moved and he looked at the girl on the ground again. Finally, his eyes fell on Horus's right hand, and he saw that it was holding a rather small Prang-style pistol. The restless mind gradually calmed down. He continued to stare at the cauldron. Watch with Horus as the liquid becomes less and less. Less and less—— and many more……? He froze suddenly. What is this thing at the bottom of the pot? The light green necromancy fluid shrank to a thin layer and stopped moving. This thickness was enough to reveal the foreign object at the bottom of the pot. At this moment, he and Horus saw it: it was a circular ring stained with marrow fluid. The sticky, icy-cold marrow fluid gradually slid down its surface. With the faint sunlight coming through the gap, they saw gold and red light flashing on the surface of the ring at the same time. Both father and son were stunned for a few seconds. They almost simultaneously imagined the following scene: Furken's body fell into a deep ravine and was eaten by a wild beast along with the ring. The ring remained in the beast's body and never fell out until it happened to be taken out for sacrifice during this ceremony... "Boom!" Jonah suddenly exerted force to knock Horus back a step, and reached out to grab the ring. "boom!" A cluster of fire appeared in the darkness. "what--" Jonah screamed and fell to the ground. Horus pounced on Jonah like a tiger, first smashing his gun on his head, then panting and looking for his waving hands, trying to pry open his fingers and grab the things inside.
"Bang!" Jonah kicked over the shelf with his leg, and the crucible fell to the ground with a tilt. Some of the liquid inside splashed out, and some of it spilled over Horus' head. "what!!!" The one-eyed old man let out a shrill scream, and instantly rolled over on the ground, covering his head with his hands. Cold white smoke continued to emerge from behind his head. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jonah turned over, and with a ferocious face, he rode on his father. He clenched the ring in his right hand and strangled his father with his left hand. "Fuck...account!" Horus had the advantage in physical strength. The two men rolled and wrestled, scratching with their nails and biting with their teeth, neither of them willing to retreat in such a mad fight.