Chapter 227: The Blood-Colored Room

"What an unfortunate piece of news... Then, would you be able to help pass this money to Mr. Lemeier's family? I think they should be in great need of money."

Although he knew that Mrs. Lemeier's commission was fine, Xia De didn't forget to continue acting. Then, as he expected, Mr. Delar waved his hand at him:

"I know Lemeier has a distant relative in Tobesk who can inherit the inheritance, but only the lawyer knows the specific address. Since he has unfortunately passed away, I think there is no need to pay back this money."

Mr. Delar and Mr. Lemeier were old friends who had known each other for many years. Speaking of this, he was still a bit sentimental.

After Xia De pretended to comfort him enthusiastically for a few words, Mr. Delar found wine glasses and red wine, and drank a glass with Xia De. When the two clinked glasses, they both wished that the soul of Mr. Lemeier, who had been buried at the bottom of the sea, could rest in peace.

Xia De had achieved his goal and didn't need to stay any longer. After drinking the wine, he planned to leave immediately, but the liquid in the glass reminded him of another kind of red liquid, so entirely out of curiosity, he blinked and used the spell 【Blood Echo】 to observe the room.

The result was far beyond his expectations. The floor and walls were normal, but the entire ceiling was permeated with a creepy blood-colored halo. This was not because the ceiling was stained with blood, but because blood was seeping downward from the position above the second floor.

From this amount, it was hard for Xia De to imagine what the situation was like upstairs.

"Are you sure Mr. Delar is an ordinary person?"

He had already confirmed it when he entered the door, but he still couldn't help asking at this time.

【Very sure.】

"That's good."

It seemed that Mrs. Lemeier's inheritance commission still had some things that needed to be investigated clearly. And since the other party was just an ordinary person, Xia De thought he didn't need to pretend he didn't see it.

He nodded, put down the wine glass in his hand, took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and glanced at it:

"It's getting late, so Mr. Delar, we'll meet again."

Saying this, he stood up, and Mr. Delar also sent Xia De to the door normally.

At the door, he opened his umbrella, and the young outlander nodded to Mr. Delar again before walking into the rain.

An hour later, Xia De returned here from the hotel. He changed into the clothes that were soaked because of diving, put on a cloak with a hood, didn't forget to wear a mask on his face, and stood in the lane behind Mr. Delar's house without an umbrella.

Mermaid Lane was a very good lane nearby, with bluestone slabs on the ground, so even in this kind of rainy weather, one wouldn't step into the mud. But the lane behind that row of two-story small buildings, like the lanes seen everywhere in this era, had become a mud pit under the soaking of rainwater. Not many people were willing to come to this kind of place, so it was convenient for Xia De to act.

After observing the metal pipe on the back wall, he tried to shake it and found it was quite sturdy, so he climbed upward along the pipe. This kind of pipe fixed on the wall was fixed with buckles and steel nails at every distance, so it was convenient for Xia De's actions.

Climbing to the second floor, seeing that the distance was about right, he reached into his pocket with one hand, threw down the frog legs after chanting the incantation, and then made a fierce pounce, jumping onto the windowsill of the second-floor window with a jumping ability that no normal person had.

There were originally some flower pots on the windowsill, but they were knocked down by Xia De. But the sound of the rain was very loud, and the flower pots falling into the mud almost made no sound.

According to the location of the living room, this window should be the room with blood. But the curtains were drawn tight, and he couldn't see inside, so Xia De asked:

"Can you feel the elements outside this wall?"

【Not for the time being.】

He tried to push the window, and it was indeed locked from the inside with a brass buckle.

But this couldn't stump Xia De. He waved his palm forward, and the arc-shaped moonlight precisely cut the metal window frame, then destroyed the lock inside. Similarly, the slight shattering of the glass and the breaking sound of the metal were also covered up in the rainwater.

He didn't push the window open immediately, but held his breath and listened to the sound inside for a while. After confirming he hadn't been discovered, he pushed gently, pushing the window open a crack.

The smell of blood drifted out from the window crack almost immediately and soon dissipated in the dampness of the heavy rain.

Xia De couldn't help frowning. He didn't push the window open further immediately, but squatted on the windowsill and carefully picked open the curtain in front of him with his fingers.

There was light in the room. From the window crack, he could see six long red candles inserted into the floor covered with fresh blood plasma. A huge hexagram was drawn on the ground with pitch-black blood plasma, and the six candles were placed at the six vertices respectively.

At the same time, in the gaps between the hexagram patterns, some strange ancient characters were written, and some glass containers containing meat balls were placed.

Inside the room behind the curtains, all the furniture had been cleared. Except for the wall where the window he couldn't see was located, the other three walls were all written with prayer words in common text, and the paint was naturally blood.

Looking up at the ceiling, several human skulls were nailed to the top with steel nails, and ropes tied the steel nails, hanging down from the ceiling. Because the window was opened, the wind from outside surged in, making those skulls sway slightly, looking extra creepy in the dim light of the candles.

"Still no traces of the four elements or spirits?"

【None.】

"Then I understand."

The terrible scene in the room made the expression behind the mask a bit more serious:

"This is the cult worship of ordinary people."

It wasn't just Ringed Shushi who would worship evil gods for power. Evil god worship among ordinary people was the most numerous kind among cultists.

Perhaps they had come into contact with and joined the cult, perhaps they had just derived worship from seeing some things in books, perhaps they had come into contact with some special items, perhaps it was for family reasons, perhaps their brains were broken... But no matter which one it was, according to the words of the senior priest Rat August—

Any cultist should be executed immediately; those guys had no need to be saved.

Mr. Delar should be a cultist among ordinary people, and the things in the room were some kind of secret ritual he was performing. The layout of the room looked a bit like a so-called evil ritual, but in fact, based on Xia De's shallow knowledge, this ridiculous ritual didn't conform to basic ritual studies at all, and was more like something fabricated by ordinary people's imagination.

The ritual itself naturally wouldn't have any effect, but this behavior was also quite dangerous. In a world where supernatural power truly existed, even if the ritual wasn't correct, it might attract some kind of terrible twisted power.

The Orthodox Church strictly prohibited such behavior. The contemporary Five Gods Church was relatively gentle in the eyes of the public, but if the person who discovered this scene today wasn't Xia De, but the Church, then Mr. Delar would probably be executed immediately.

"Things seem to have become a bit complicated. In this way, that inheritance... how did the crew member Lemeier die? Could it be that Mrs. Lemeier was inadvertently involved in some conspiracy? Or, these two things are actually unrelated."

Xia De thought for a while, pushed the window open to a size large enough for himself to drill in, and then jumped in from the windowsill. The feeling of his boots stepping on the blood plasma was very bad.

He gently closed the window behind him, looked at the wall with the window, and immediately saw the tripod placed against the foot of the wall. On the tripod was an opened large book.

He didn't hear footsteps outside, so Xia De walked over and flipped through the book slightly. The black leather cover, the faded blue ink, and the yellowed paper pages with worm-eaten traces were very much like so-called ancient mystical books.

But Xia De knew after flipping through it that the things inside were all fabricated through imagination, unsystematic, the content was ridiculous, and the terminology was completely wrong. It could still deceive ordinary people, but any Ringed Shushi could see through the truth of this book at a glance.

The only thing that surprised him was that the page of the large book titled "Conch Text" that was opened was a ritual for praying to the evil god to ask for the lifting of a curse.

The hexagram ritual pattern on the ground was exactly the same as the hand-drawn pattern on this page, indicating that the owner of this place, Jason Delar, wasn't broken in the brain and went to worship the evil god, but wanted to pray for the other party to lift the curse.

Things seemed to be getting stranger and stranger.

He placed his hand on the book and let the woman's voice in his heart confirm that the book itself was just an ordinary item, before taking out his revolver from his waist. He glanced to confirm he hadn't taken the wrong one, then walked quietly to the door and deliberately stepped on the floor fiercely.

The silence downstairs continued for a second, and then Xia De heard the sound of a porcelain teacup falling to the ground. The sound of footsteps going upstairs rang out, but the footsteps didn't enter this room, but entered the room next door.

The chair was pushed away, the lock was turned, the drawer was pulled open, and then there was the sound of bullets being pressed in.

The panicked Mr. Delar pulled the safety of the cold firearm in his hand with trembling fingers, and then walked out of the door cautiously.

But just as he walked out of the door, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead outside.

Xia De, wearing a black robe and still dripping with water, stood in the corridor. For some reason, when Mr. Delar saw that the opponent was a human and the weapon used was a firearm, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He probably thought his ritual had really summoned something extraordinary.

"Drop your weapon."

Xia De's muffled voice came from behind the mask. The middle-aged man didn't recognize that the person in front of him was the young man who had visited not long ago. He hesitated, and Xia De gave a low hum.

"Oh!"

Under the effect of the spell, flames suddenly burst from the sleeve of the hand Mr. Delar was holding the gun with. He immediately threw away the handgun in a panic and used his sleeve to slap the wall to extinguish the fire.

The flames were quickly extinguished. He wanted to turn his head and escape with trembling, and then was kicked in the leg bend by Xia De.

Sitting on the ground in terror, leaning his back against the wall, Xia De's muzzle was still pointing at his forehead. From the fact that the sleeve had caught fire for no reason just now, the middle-aged man already understood what the stranger was:

"Ringed Shushi."

"Yes."

"Save me, I can give you whatever you want."

He raised his hands high, even wanting to hug Xia De's arm, but the muzzle moved, and he didn't dare to move immediately.

"Save you?"

Xia De raised the gun in his hand and pointed to the room covered with blood plasma:

"Now, follow me into the room over here and tell me what on earth you have experienced."

"I'll say everything, I can give you money, save me!" ===== CHAPTER 228 =====