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Chapter 117 The Unnamed Female Corpse

Inside the coffin lay a naked female corpse.

Her skin was deathly pale, but there were no signs of lividity or decay.

Beside the corpse's head lay several yellowed notebooks.

The notebook containing dark magic that Mary Laver was searching for lay quietly at the bottom.

"ah!!"

Caroline, standing behind her, peeked out and, upon seeing what was inside the coffin, screamed in fright and took a few steps back in fear.

Suren ignored her. The corpse had an eerie feel to it, and he thought it best not to touch it directly.

Purple light surged from his right shoulder, and a purple ghostly hand reached out towards the corpse.

When Caroline saw the giant hand that appeared out of nowhere, her eyes rolled back and she fainted from fright.

Hearing the commotion, Suren turned around and glanced back. After confirming that the woman had simply fainted, she ignored her.

He turned his head to look at the ghostly hand he had summoned.

Compared to its initial simple energy form, since his bloodline breakthrough, perhaps due to the fusion with the demonic essence, a main skeleton has actually grown inside the ghost hand.

Suren estimated that these skeletons alone could withstand some damage from gunfire.

He manipulated the ghostly hand and gently poked the female corpse in the coffin.

The ghost hand is numb and cannot feel the temperature of the corpse.

But he could see that after the skin of the corpse dented, it quickly bounced back.

This indicates that the blood in the body had not coagulated.

"Just died recently?"

Suren once again manipulated the ghost hand to pry open the corpse's eyelids.

The woman's pupils were unfocused and cloudy, suggesting she had been dead for a long time.

This strange phenomenon made Suren decisively withdraw his hand and abandon the idea of ​​continuing his exploration.

This thing looks like some kind of evil creation of an unknown witch. If it were to encounter some kind of curse, it would be a losing proposition.

It would be better to send the Voodoo Queen over and see if she knows any details.

Just as he closed the coffin lid, a man's heart-wrenching cries came from the direction of the villa's front yard.

"You're here?"

Suren stood up, walked out of the greenhouse, and followed the original path to the front of the villa.

A man in his thirties was kneeling on the ground, holding a corpse and weeping bitterly.

Hearing Suren's approaching footsteps, the man abruptly looked up, his eyes bloodshot: "You're the one who killed my wife?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the man felt a sudden dizziness.

Upon landing, he saw that familiar body, still kneeling.

"My body—how could this be—"

The man's head rolled twice on the ground, his lips parted slightly, and then he was swallowed by endless darkness.

"They're an old married couple who've lived for hundreds of years, why are they using suicide pacts as a bargaining chip?"

Suren flicked the blood off the blade and deftly sheathed his sword.

He took out his phone and dialed Mary Lavo's number.

Not long after, a black sedan pulled up outside the manor.

Mary Lavo pushed open the car door, got out, and strode inside.

She stopped in front of the villa, staring at the two headless corpses, one old and one young, lying together on the ground, and her eyelids twitched suddenly.

These enemies who had tormented her with dark magic for almost a century were actually dealt with in just half a day?

Mary Lavo took a deep breath, suppressing her shock, and looked at Suren, asking, "Why did you call me here? Where's the notebook?"

"Come with me."

Suren led her to the greenhouse in the back garden and pointed to the coffin in the soil. "There's a corpse in here. It's a bit strange."

Mary Laver stepped forward, looked at the coffin in front of her, and did not feel anything strange.

She teased with a smile, "What, you killed two people so easily, are you afraid of a coffin?"

Suren stepped forward and lifted the coffin lid with one hand: "See for yourself."

Mary Laver looked at it with a skeptical expression.

With just one glance, her smile froze instantly, her face filled with disbelief.

"This—this is impossible!"

She gasped in surprise, gripping the edge of the coffin with both hands.

"Do you recognize this body?"

"Surren asked."

Mary Lavo stared at the pale face, taking several deep breaths to calm herself down.

She did not respond to Suren immediately, but instead bent down and skillfully examined the body.

Suren stood aside, watching silently.

The woman's tongue was missing a piece, with a bit of skin still attached to the broken end.

It looked like it was smashed by a blunt object like a hammer.

Not only that, the bones in the woman's wrists and ankles were also broken.

With just a gentle pinch, Mary Lavo felt the bones shift beneath her skin.

"I knew it!"

Mary Laver stood up, her voice trembling with suppressed excitement.

"This is a product of the sixteenth century."

"Back then, a group of wizards who were skilled in black magic captured this innocent girl and used her as a vessel for live experiments."

Pointing to the girl's flawless skin, she continued, "They carved countless voodoo spells and malevolent incantations beneath her flesh, one cut at a time."

"Then, using special witchcraft needles and thread, her skin was stitched up, and a secret medicine was used to keep her alive."

Suren nodded slightly upon hearing this.

No wonder, this corpse seemed to have been dead for a long time, yet it still carried the aura of a living person.

Mary Laver picked up the notebook next to the body, flipped through it, and continued, "Until later, a few self-proclaimed righteous priests discovered this tragedy."

"They couldn't bear to watch, so they forcibly rescued the girl and tried to relieve her pain with holy magic."

At this point, she scoffed, "Unfortunately, those fools don't understand the underlying logic of dark magic at all."

"Their spellcasting not only failed, but also clashed with the various spells on the girl."

"A series of unexpected events intertwined, turning the girl into a living dead who could neither die nor wake up."

"Furthermore, if an ordinary person without protection comes into contact with the girl, they will see a continuous stream of hallucinations and eventually die tragically within those hallucinations."

"It sounds like someone in a vegetative state who's carrying their own radiation source."

Suren looked at the female corpse, stroked his chin, and said.

Mary Lavaux was momentarily stunned by his peculiar analogy.

She could only nod and close the notebook in her hand: "This girl is now a walking voodoo encyclopedia."

"Countless people want to find her; beneath her skin lies too many spells whose lineage has long been lost."

"I never imagined that such a treasure would be found by these two foolish thieves. Judging from their notes, they've been hiding in the manor all these years, studying her."

After Mary Lavo finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Suren, her eyes filled with desire.

"Suren, this body is very important to me."

"If I can decipher the magic on her, I will be able to do many things that I couldn't do before."

"For example, the person you asked me to do a divination for before."

Suren looked at Mary Lavo; the corpse held no value for him.

Since this thing has such a strong attraction for her, why not go with the flow and deepen our cooperation?

"I can give you the body."

Suren's expression remained calm, making it impossible to discern his inner thoughts.

"But this is not a gift; we need to sign a contract."

Mary Lavo's eyes instantly became alert.

The reason she's been able to live this long is because she made a pact with some demon.

Contracts often require one party to pay the other party something valuable.

"Don't worry, it's not the kind of contract you're imagining."

Suren knew what she was thinking, "It's just to ensure the smooth progress of the upcoming cooperation."

"There will be no restrictions on you or me; it's simply to facilitate cooperation."

Seeing that the other party's expression had softened slightly, Suren continued to state his requirements.

"In exchange for this corpse, I need to choose one item from your treasury."

He didn't know what the Voodoo Cult's treasury might hold, but as a witch who had lived for hundreds of years and ruled the underworld of New Orleans, she must have some collections that would interest him over such a long period of time.