"Then what happens next..." “This is not the end yet.” Hitzfeld interrupted them. "This cave doesn't give me a good feeling. I have a guess that they didn't choose this place because it is secretive enough." She walked to Horus's body, leaned over and groped for a while, and finally felt something hard between the layers of fabric on his chest. What was taken out was a manuscript volume written on parchment. This must be the Necronomicon of which he spoke. She opened the file and found that it was recorded in two languages. One was the original text - this could be seen from the position and format - she had no idea what it meant, but fortunately there were notes written in modern Sera next to each character. And there are pictures on every page.
The images are very precise and detailed, and it can be seen that many of them are demonstrating the steps of the ceremony, including "how to refine the marrow fluid of the dead." She wanted to read the notes next to it carefully, but the file was quickly taken away. "?" I looked up and glared, and as expected, it was Darent. "An incomplete version of the Book of the Dead. They must have encountered people from the Eclipse Church." He flipped the thing over and stuffed it into his clothes under the girl's unhappy gaze. "This is something that can only be read by those with at least level seven clearance. Stop reading and tell me what you think." "They didn't know they would find the 'ring'." Hitzfeld stood up and simultaneously picked up the fake ring and the Prang pistol on the ground. "So they must have never given up looking for the real ring over the years. Plus the feeling this place gives me, I think this place might be..." She glanced at the other side of the cave, the side opposite to the direction they had come from. You can roughly see that there are many gloomy branches there, and the depths of each branch are pitch black. The necromancy fluid had evaporated completely, but the chilly feeling had not disappeared. She didn't know if it was because the fire was out, and she wasn't sure if this strange, cold feeling was coming from those branching caves. "Maybe we are very close to the location of the real ring." The doctor suddenly interrupted her. "Yes, I think so." "Because this should be one of the few places we haven't explored yet." Seeing everyone's eyes on him, he continued, "Johnny and I have been looking for their treasure hiding place for a while - it's all for the ring. Burro Canyon is indeed very large, but it is also limited. Its general terrain outline is a deep canyon depression. It takes about two days to walk from the town to the first pass. It is a vertical environment, almost in the shape of a cliff. We have searched most of the canyons, river beaches, forests, and caves surrounded by cliffs."
"That means this is one of the few places you haven't explored yet." Darren nodded and looked at the gray-haired girl. "Hitzfeld." "Ok?" "Can you feel something...something that we can't feel?" "There is a chilly atmosphere." Hitzfeld nodded, "But I'm not sure if it's psychological." “Just believe it.” Darent patted her on the shoulder and turned to look at the two doctors. "We're going to keep looking inside, what do you say?" "Will you come with us or go back?" "us……" The doctor and Helen looked at each other. "Let's do it together." Before leaving, Bram found some stones and buried Johnny's headless body. "The old lady was the first to tell Johnny the truth, and that's when his personality started to change." Half-kneeling in front of the pile of stones, Bram murmured softly. "In the eyes of outsiders, he is a gangster, or even worse, a loser." "But he had a righteous heart, and he almost didn't hesitate - he was ashamed of the blood flowing in his body." "Does Mrs. Gebrina know about this?" Hitzfeld was not a believer in any god. She pretended to pray for a while and asked Bram in a low voice. "I don't know... I also think it's better to bury this cruel truth." "Well, Ms. Fister..." "I called her because I was thinking that we could complete our revenge, and then I would accept the punishment, and these descendants of Larence could return to where they belong through her." "But I didn't expect Horus to just take her..." He kept shaking his head. "I'm not as good as the old lady." “I still think some things are too simple.”
revenge…… Hitzfeld noticed the word again. Would he go to such great lengths to plan all these things for his father's best friend, Paul Lawrence? She felt something in her heart was slightly touched. Yes, although she witnessed countless ugly and disgusting things in this case, she also witnessed a lot of beautiful things. Even with villains like the Gebrina brothers pulling the strings behind the scenes. Even if there is an evil god's magic ring influencing people's hearts. But the friendship between the Koft brothers and Paul Lawrence. Paul Larrence and Pete Bramble's friendship remained until the very end. …… Darent led the way, while Hitzfeld followed her "feeling" to guide the way. The group of four began to move forward along a fork in the road. The road is deep. By the light of the coal lamp belonging to Horus and his son, one could see that the passage was becoming narrower and narrower. Helen grabbed the doctor's hand. She was scared. This place is like a maze. If Hitzfeld hadn't given them directions, she thought they would have been trapped to death here. "Front……" After turning another corner, Hitzfeld frowned slightly. The passage ends. A dozen meters ahead, the reflection of the rock wall could no longer be seen, and instead there was darkness, as if there was another world ahead. But that wasn't what made her uncomfortable. But the outline of this passage has roughly become somewhat like... a person. Raised on top. Extends on both sides. There are obvious depressions on both sides of the ground. And it becomes more obvious as you go forward. The only thing to be thankful for is that the outline of this human figure is not yet obvious.
It just roughly resembles a human, not enough to trigger the curse, so it's okay to stare at it. Darent took a step forward, and Hitzfeld quickly followed. Coming to the end of the passage and standing at the entrance of the cave, Darent held the lantern high in his hand. "This is……" His pupils suddenly contracted violently. What did he see? A canyon. An abyss. It spirals downward, becoming narrower as it goes down. Every level and every rock wall is densely packed with human-shaped silhouettes that are similar to the cave entrance. It was as if countless people were watching them. Fortunately... They haven't formed yet! Chapter 33 My Decision The hole they came out of was not far from the bottom of the abyss. Climbing up those spiral outlines, several people came down carefully, avoiding looking at those terrifying outlines too much. After all, no one can guarantee that there won’t be one that “looks very similar” hidden among so many outlines. It would be a great loss to be cursed at this time. Coming to the central location with Darent, Hitzfeld followed the light and saw rotten bones everywhere on the ground. I don’t know how long it has been since we have seen such light here. The poisonous insects were dispersed by the light, making a rustling sound. Darent trudged through the pile of bones, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked to the center, staring at a half-kneeling skeleton in a daze. This thing looks terrible. From the broken and twisted bones, you can tell that it went through a lot of hardships in its life. It was half-kneeling on the ground, its shoulders hunched, its dry left hand holding a gold and red ring. Its skull was slightly raised, its empty eye sockets looking in its direction. "It seems that Furken didn't die immediately after falling off the cliff." Darent shook his head. "This should be the deepest part of a canyon crevice. It was where they handled the bodies." "After falling off the cliff, he managed to crawl here, sat among the bones, and stared at the ring. And just like that...he gradually died." "Why is he here?" Hitzfeld thought of something strange.
A still-alive, but half-dead Furken. His heart had long been polluted by desire. In that state, he could not resist the influence of the ring at all. All he could think about was the gold, the treasure that was taken away from him by Paul. If you say so... "Wow!" She suddenly kicked hard at the pile of dry bones next to her. "Miss Hitzfeld?"