World War I

Chapter 93 Need to wear vestments

The gravekeepers took action immediately. Scar led the way in front, hunched over, moving professionally and quickly. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. The footsteps behind him sounded like someone was missing.

"Where's Old Ni?"

"Just now in the back."

"Hall, go and take a look."

Hall responded and went back the way he came. Scar waited for a while, but Hall didn't come back.

"Something's wrong, Thomson, don't move, get down, damn, someone is following us! I saw him!"

After a while, Scar gestured to Thomson to surround him from the left and right.

Thomson held a dagger in his hand and bent over to reach out. His movements were like a civet cat, silent and nimble, and he made almost no sound as he walked on the road.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck and was about to shout when a big hand covered his mouth.

There was a sharp pain in his neck and a column of blood spurted out. He slowly fell down and looked at the face in the darkness. He wanted to ask who you were, but his trachea had been separated and his carotid artery was severed.

Scar was a little panicked. He wanted to shout loudly, but was afraid of scaring away the grave robbers. If he didn't shout, he didn't know what was going on with Thomson.

Scar tripped over something. It was one of the gravekeepers. Just as he was about to stand up, a flying knife hit his throat directly. The tip of the knife pierced his throat and protruded from the back of his neck.

"You, who are you, who are you——"

Scar covered his neck and asked with his last bit of strength.

Light the match.

"You are—the Hermit!"

"You have good eyesight and actually recognized me."

The killer lit a cigarette and blew a puff of smoke into Scar's face.

"Cox, I didn't expect you to become a gravekeeper. It's quite unexpected."

The killer's voice is very magnetic and he speaks like a broadcaster.

"Why are you killing me? There is no hatred between us. No, no, why are you killing me—"

"You deserve this bad luck. I won't allow you to ruin their work. After all, you're the gravekeeper."

The Hermit reached out and pulled the dagger from Scar's neck.

He wiped the dagger on the grass and put it back into the sheath at his hip.

He stood up and looked at the place where Luo Ye and his men were digging the grave below. He bent down and moved over. When he was about the right distance and could hear the voices of several people talking, he lay down.

Under the dim lantern, several people were digging hard with sweat on their foreheads. The marble was pried open piece by piece and the solid soil was lifted up shovel by shovel.

After digging for two hours, we finally found the coffin.

Another half an hour passed before the entire coffin was exposed.

The three boys gathered their strength and opened the coffin lid. A foul odor hit them, almost making the guitarist faint. "Something's wrong. How come there's only a skeleton left? Where are the rotten clothes? At least there are clothes."

Iram asked.

Trumpeter: "Maybe he was buried naked. The church hated him so much that of course they wanted to humiliate him, even in death."

"At least the hair is still there."

Trumpeter: "You didn't hear that Thomas had his head shaved when he was executed. He was a serious criminal."

Luo Ye: "Well, that makes sense. Stop dawdling. We've wasted too much time. We still have to fill the tomb. Quickly, take out all the bones. Don't leave any behind, otherwise it will affect the resurrection effect. Quick!"

When the hermit heard the word "resurrection", his brows frowned and he continued to observe.

The bones are put into a black bag and the resurrection location starts from outside the cemetery. The closer to the tomb, the better.

Several people carried Thomas' remains, climbed over the low brick wall on the west side of the cemetery, and entered the woods.

"Okay, it's done. Iram, take out the book and let's recite the spell. Don't get it wrong."

Iram hurriedly took out a book called Wizard's Diary, which contained the spells and steps on how to resurrect. Iram originally wanted her to preside over the resurrection ceremony, but he lacked the confidence.

Luo Ye can open the magical blood realm, so his cultivation is of course higher than mine.

After lighting thirteen candles, he took out the skeleton, arranged it into the shape of a human, poured some resurrection potion into the skeleton's skull eyes and began to chant a spell.

It was clearly written in Iram's wizard diary, which was written by someone unknown, that only sorcerers could summon and resurrect souls. Luo Ye didn't care about so many things. Iverson's diary wrote that he could resurrect Thomas, so let's give it a try.

Iram used a wooden fork to support a crystal ball. No one knew where she bought the crystal ball from, and it looked very strange.

How to chant the spell? Yiram taught Luo Ye word by word.

The remains were placed properly and the crystal ball was placed facing the remains.

The resurrection potion is ready, the candles are lit, and the rest depends on Luo Ye's skills.

Luo Ye knelt on the ground and began to recite the spell properly. It was the first time that the spell came out of his mouth. He was extremely nervous and scared. His accomplices around him also stared with their eyes wide open, not daring to breathe.

Luo Ye had read the spell no less than a hundred times, trying his best to pronounce it clearly, passionately and clearly.

He found his throat was very dry, so Iram gave him water from his kettle.

"Iverson, you will succeed, you will, don't be nervous, come, drink some water!"

After drinking a few sips of cold water, Luo Ye felt much better. It was just chanting a spell, and he could recite it in a rhythmic manner. Of course, he had to recite it with the most sincere feelings. Now was the time to talk to the soul, and the spell, the ritual, and the sincerity, none of them could be missing.

Failure to do so will result in the caster falling into the hands of the demons of Hell.

"Should I wear a vestment?"

"No vestments, Iverson, let's get started."

(End of this chapter)