Chapter 893: Evil Spirits in the Haunted House, Cult Blood Sacrifice

Sophia raised the necklace on her neck, aimed it there tremblingly, and hesitated: "We should leave! Tell the Holy Church and the Board of Trustees and let them handle it."

The professor turned his head sharply. He calmly held the shotgun in his hand and aimed it at the kitchen direction, but said in his mouth: "If so, then the so-called Occult Science Research Club is a pile of dog shit... Now, our radio has detected traces of Professor Georgia's spiritual body radio waves. Someone is waiting for us in this house, but so what?"

"Just a group of people with malicious intentions. If they are human, they will have their heads blown off if they are shot by the. 357 caliber Colt Python in my hand."

"There are too many things in this world that are more terrifying than humans, some of which you can't even imagine."

"So you want to shrink back every time?"

The professor pulled out the Colt Python from his waist and threw it at Rick's feet. He kept a Luger P08 for himself and threw the last Webley revolver onto the dining table next to him, then continued to lower his head to check the bloodstains.

Rick hesitated for a moment but picked up the gun...

Sophia covered her mouth. She held the silver lamp in her hand with difficulty and said tremblingly: "You are wrong! Professor... dead wrong! The most terrifying thing is always humans!"

But she still stayed here.

Nick used the electromagnetic induction instrument in his hand to detect the position where the mysterious person in the black robe stood. A long, strange sound came from the radio, just like nails scratching a blackboard, harsh and making people feel inexplicably irritable.

"There are traces of Spirit Realm radio waves..."

Nick said with a crying voice: "And it's very powerful, and strange... just like the sound a person makes before they die."

The professor observed the size and roundness of the bloodstains and said solemnly: "The bloodstains haven't dried, which means he hasn't been standing here for long. It was probably when we came in that he held a knife and stood here quietly watching us."

"All the bloodstains are very round, with no traces of movement. If they dripped from the tip of the knife, then the murderer was standing, and the tip of the knife was about two feet and eight inches from the ground. He is not very tall!"

Rick's voice was also a bit nervous: "The kitchen is closed, the only door is the one leading to the dining room... How did he leave?"

"I feel like people are watching us everywhere!" Nick pointed the metal rod of the instrument around, and the ripple sound in the radio was high and low, very strange: "There are Spirit Realm radio waves all around."

"Let's go to the second floor!" The professor said decisively.

A group of people came to the stairs. The professor and Rick shone flashlights and DVD forward, and Sophia held the lamp light behind.

She adjusted the silver lamp in her hand to the maximum, but the faint blue lamp light still allowed the silver lamp to illuminate only a small distance behind her...

Rick's camera filmed the blood on the ground. The thick blood covered the entire staircase like a carpet. On both sides of the stairs, two witchcraft symbols with positive and negative triangles overlapping were drawn...

The professor's hand was trembling slightly. He gazed at the hexagram on the wall directly opposite them on the stairs.

"It's it, it's it... Original Sin path! Blood-eaters! Gluttony, greed, desire, senses... hunger, pain, and masochism!"

He stepped heavily on the fresh blood on the floor. The viscous blood branded his footprints, just like black-red paint. The old professor strode forward, regardless of the fishy black blood on the ground.

He came to the symbol, tremblingly took out a notebook from his arms.

Biting the tail of the flashlight, he shone the light on the symbol drawn with blood in front of him, flipped through the pattern drawn with a pen in the notebook in his hand, and compared it with the hexagram on the wall and the many symbols drawn with blood inside it. Surprisingly, there was no difference.

"Yes... it's this!"

The old professor said tremblingly: "I thought it was a hexagram, representing Solomon's seal in the earliest occultism of the Holy Church, symbolizing the contract and seal he signed with the seventy-two demons in the Spirit Realm. But later I realized, I was wrong! That's not a hexagram, but two overlapping triangles!"

"A positive triangle, symbolizing the 'Eye of the Spirit Realm', Trinity, the Lantern Father held high at the top, and the Mirror Master and the Cup Mother on his left and right."

"Another inverted triangle, symbolizing the 'Cup', is the womb, the blood cup, the Original Sin!"

He tremblingly extended his finger and touched the blood that had not yet dried in the center of the hexagram. It was an eye, with three rays radiating above and below each.

The old professor wailed in pain, but Rick shone the flashlight toward the second floor.

At this time, a figure at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor was suddenly illuminated by the light. Rick raised his gun and said sharply: "Don't move! Stop..."

The radio in Nick's hand suddenly made a noise, and a deformed, sharp voice said: "Charlie... Charlie! Don't be sad, that's not your fault!"

"We have always been by your side... Professor Richard!"

"From Masewia to Camelot, we have always been by your side!" A low male voice said: "So cold, Professor! We are so cold!"

A clear female voice said faintly: "This is not your fault, Professor... Father!"

"Lily, don't leave me!"

The old professor's psychological defense collapsed instantly. He wailed: "I shouldn't, I shouldn't have taken you to that kind of place! What lost civilization, what secret history research, I was dazzled by the teaching position at Miskatonic University, and I wanted my research to be a blockbuster, but I didn't know that secrecy is secrecy, and knowing it requires a price I can't afford... I would rather that price be me!"

"Lily..."

The old professor completely forgot the shotgun in his hand. Even though he was armed to the teeth, he couldn't resist the most fragile corner of his heart.

"Father, leave here quickly!"

The female voice suddenly said nervously: "They are coming... run!"

The female voice suddenly cut off, and the rustling sound covered the radio again.

"No!"

The old professor shouted in pain and lifted his leg to rush upstairs.

"Professor!" Rick wanted to pull him, but the old professor was like a strong wild boar, rushing into the darkness without looking back.

Nick swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously. He didn't know where to point the electromagnetic wave ghost-driving instrument in his hand. If he dared to disperse those voices just now, Nick swore that the old professor would definitely turn back and blow his head off with a shotgun.

Rick lifted his leg to follow, but Nick hurriedly pulled him and said: "Be careful, Rick!"

Rick nodded, shone the flashlight and came to the second floor. Sophia held the lantern to illuminate their way back. She stepped over the pool of blood carefully, lifting her skirt step by step, but didn't expect the person in front to stop.

Sophia bumped into someone's back. She hurriedly lifted her head, but saw Nick's stagnant figure.

Sophia patted his back, signaling him to move forward, but at this moment, Nick's expression was as pale as an evil spirit.

"Nick?"

Sophia lifted the lantern, only to see more than a dozen shadowy figures surrounding the center in the spacious living room on the second floor, forming a neat circle.

The professor stood blankly in the middle, gazing at a lamp on the ceiling.

At the entrance of the stairwell was a corpse. His eyes were completely black, and his dead-gray face was tilted backward, almost folded over from his neck. Only a little skin and flesh remained on his neck connecting to his head, and the cross-section containing the trachea, esophagus, artery, and cervical spine was exposed under the light.

And corpses like this had already formed a circle, arranged from both sides.

The lantern in his hand was swaying. In the swaying light, the professor's expression became more and more terrifying. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, gazing at the lamp on the ceiling. Rick approached the professor cautiously, but Professor Richard seemed unaware and gazed at the ceiling.

Rick lifted his head. At this time, he finally knew where the missing Ronda family had gone.

A young face was embedded in the ceiling. His eyeballs were replaced by two tiger-eye stones, gazing at everything below.

"Earth-binding ritual!" Sophia understood as soon as she saw that face.

"Take the sacrifice, preferably a pure child, and go through painful torture, and their spirituality will be inserted into the Spirit Realm like an anchor."

"They were built into the building, the corpse and the building became one, equivalent to creating a temporarily stable house in the Spirit Realm for evil spirits to inhabit, avoiding summoning and investigation!"

Sophia's body trembled slightly.

The family that disappeared here thirty years ago was built into the house by someone, turning this place into a strange existence at the intersection of the Spirit Realm and the present world.

"Someone found the remains hidden in the ceiling, stripped away the cover on his face, and exposed the child's face. These people put tiger-eye stones in his eye sockets, allowing his evil spirit body to see everything here."

"And then it was blood sacrifice..."

"Is it an exchange? Or coercion? They forced Professor Georgia out of the Spirit Realm!"

Sophia guessed what the hooded cultists had done. They held a large blood sacrifice in this house and pulled Professor Georgia, who had been transformed into an evil spirit by the Blood Cup secret ritual, back from the Spirit Realm.

Cruelly interrogating him, interrogating the whereabouts of something...

Rick shone the flashlight, shining over the faces of the corpses—men and women—circling in a circle.

They all had their necks cut, looking up at the ceiling. Geometric patterns and designs were carved with knives under their feet, as well as runes written in blood.

When the flashlight circled around and was about to shine on Sophia.

Rick wanted to sweep past, but under the black robe of Sophia, who was dressed as a witch, a pair of bare feet leaked out from behind her crotch.

Sophia, who was completely attracted by the ritual in front of her, did not notice the strangeness behind her at all.

Rick wanted to shoot, but the owner of those feet was completely blocked by Sophia.

He could only shout in a low voice: "Sophia?"

Miss Witch's body trembled slightly, understanding Rick's hint. She took off the small mirror in front of her chest, which was engraved with the infinity symbol ∞ and an amulet made of bones. The amulet made of her grandmother's finger bone was constantly cracking, and fine cracks covered that section of the finger bone.

Sophia looked behind her with the help of the mirror.

Only to see a young evil spirit, barefoot, wearing a girl's princess pajamas, holding a shriveled doll, gazing at her through the mirror with dull eyes.

And below, at the corner of the stairs.

That strange figure shrouded in a hood stood before the hexagram, the silver sacrificial knife in his hand stained with blood, standing quietly at the edge of the silver lamp's faint light, seemingly observing them quietly.

A clap of thunder suddenly tore the sky.

Briefly illuminating the hall...

At this time, Rick suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that a mysterious person wearing a black hood appeared behind a corpse.

Stairs, left and right, and behind.

A mysterious person wearing a black hood appeared on each of the four sides of the room.

Rick raised his gun, but the professor's hand grabbed his wrist like an iron hoop... ===== CHAPTER 894 =====