Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 176 There's no hope!

Lu Ze spared one life.

While he could obtain information by communicating with corpses, he happened to possess a "Mirror of the Suggestor," which could be used to hypnotize the living. Combining the two methods would achieve the best results.

The believer had just awoke from his unconsciousness when, in his blurred vision, a golden eye with vertical pupils appeared. After staring into that eye for a moment, his expression quickly became dazed and submissive.

"who are you?"

Lu Ze asked the question.

"The Lamb of the Lord."

This self-proclaimed organization is indeed the Aurora Club.

"What are you doing here?"

"By order of Mr. A, we are searching for the offspring of God."

Lanius, son of the Lord?

Lu Ze frowned slightly.

Given Lannus's condition, the fact that he could stay in Backlund undetected must be because the Aurora Society helped him hide. Going even further, Lannus might have been imprisoned by them.

After all, Lanluus is now carrying the offspring of the true Creator, and for him, this offspring is a terrible burden. The moment it is born, it might very well bring him death, so it would be best to get rid of it. The Aurora Society, of course, longs for the arrival of the Lord's offspring and will absolutely not give Lanluus the opportunity to "abort".

In other words, did Lanius escape?
The Aurora Club is truly useless; they actually let a pregnant woman escape.

Lu Ze thought to himself, somewhat annoyed.

Lanius was already a very unsettling seed, and now that he's out of control, who knows what terrible things he might do.

He continued questioning the believer, trying to find out the details of Lanius's escape. However, the believer appeared to be only a low-ranking member and didn't know much.

"Never mind then, let's try channeling again."

Lu Ze drew his ceremonial dagger, stood up, and looked around at the remaining corpses.

Cecilia killed them so cleanly and efficiently.

He muttered to himself, "Those decisive movements look like they're already very skilled."

She should have finished digesting the "assassin's" potion by now, right?

Why did you lie to me and say that it wasn't fully digested?

Luze glanced at her sister, who was supporting the petite woman standing next to the nervous, brown-haired woman. The sister, holding a dagger and smiling, only made the woman more uneasy.

Let's ask again when we get back.

Lu Ze withdrew his gaze and began the ritual to communicate with the spirits.

These people had just died, and their spirits were still vibrant. Lu Ze created a wall of spirits, lit two candles, one representing himself and the other representing the gods. Then he sprinkled on powders of moonflower and night-blooming jasmine, and added essential oils of deep sleep flower.

He obtained all these materials from the fat pharmacist's herbal shop.

"The goddess of night, higher than the stars, and older than eternity."

"You are the Crimson Lord, the Mother of Secrets, the Queen of Calamity, the Lord of Rest and Silence."

He offered a prayer to the goddess of night.

While praying to the true Creator would be more convenient, these people are followers of the true Creator, and the clues Luze is searching for are from His offspring. It's highly unlikely the true Creator would give them an answer. In fact, genuine prayer might even bring punishment.

“I pray for the power of the night;”

"I pray for the hidden power;"

"I beg you to allow me to communicate spiritually with this cultist."

As Lu Ze chanted, a silent and profound power quietly descended, as if enveloping the remaining spirituality on the corpse and pouring it all into Lu Ze's mind.

Soon, Lu Ze was plunged into a strange dream.

He saw a group of worshippers kneeling devoutly on the floor in the dark basement. Opposite them stood a man in a black robe. His face was hidden under a hood, revealing only his beautifully curved chin.

"Lanius, the vessel of that lord's offspring has escaped." The black-robed man's cold voice was tinged with madness. "Go and bring him back."

"Yes, Mr. A."

The believers said in unison.

Mr. A?

I think I've heard of him somewhere before; he's the person in charge of the Aurora Club in Backlund.
Lu Ze thought to himself.

Now he was absolutely certain that Lanius had indeed escaped from the Aurora Society.

Just then, he suddenly noticed that the hooded man looked up at him.

Look over here!

Beneath the hood was a face so beautiful it seemed almost feminine, but it was now filled with malice and hatred, and a terrifying red light flickered in its eyes.

The dream was on the verge of collapse, and a warning of some kind of crisis suddenly woke Lu Ze.

He saw that the corpses all over the ground, including the one who had been left alive, were all rapidly swelling and expanding!

Flesh bomb!
"Back off!"

Lu Ze shouted and, without hesitation, used his dagger to slit open the veins in his wrist.

"puff--"

Large amounts of blood poured down like rain, soaking every corpse.

"stop!"

At the same time, Luze also activated flesh magic to forcibly prevent the bomb from detonating.

The swelling of the corpse came to an abrupt halt, but soon the flesh and blood began to slowly swell again, showing signs of resistance.

Damn, that guy's flesh magic seems stronger than mine.
Lu Ze cursed under his breath, but his advantage was that he was closer to the corpses. So, he slit his wrist again, spilling blood profusely.

"Thank God!"

He even said a good word about the true creator, which helped him overcome the other side's power.

"Wow—"

The corpse stopped swelling and quickly deflated, turning into foul-smelling blood that flowed all over the ground. Lu Ze then lifted the manhole cover next to him and manipulated the blood to flow in, leaving no trace at the scene.

After dealing with these things, let's turn back.

He saw that the woman's face was full of surprise.

"Are you an extraordinary one who follows the Mystic Path?"

She asked.

"Ah."

"You probably don't believe in a true creator, do you?"

Why should I believe a madman spouting nonsense?

Lu Ze said bluntly, "Your companion is cursed by flesh magic. I'm a professional, and I can save her. How about this, take her back to our home first, and I'll take good care of her."

It seems this is the person; Mr. Fool didn't lie to me!
Fors breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected to be rescued on the way before even reaching the other person's house. This was for the best, because if she went to their door, they would definitely ask how she knew about this place, but Mr. Fool wouldn't allow her to reveal her name.

Strange, why can't it be revealed that he isn't a follower of Mr. Fool?
Fors only thought about it casually for a moment before seeing that the other person had already walked ahead, so she quickly followed. Sure enough, she was right; the group eventually arrived in front of No. 8 Houseington Street, the address Mr. Fool had given her.

“I forgot to mention, I’m a quack doctor from the East District named Kafka Anderson, and this is my sister, Cecilia.”

"That handsome, powerful, and extraordinary person said."

“I am Fors Wall, and this is my friend, Hugh Deercha.”

Fors noted down the two names, followed them into the house, and quickly became happy.

Hugh's injuries can finally be healed!
(End of this chapter)