Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 88 – Awakening
”Meow!”
The black cat’s purr echoed in the open field surrounded by secluded woods, and both the adult black-robed men and the teenage boys and girls who were only fifteen or sixteen years old all simultaneously turned their gazes to the dead body lying in the center.
A cold, chilly wind blew through, and the black cat dropped to the ground, staring dead at the human who had just thrown it out, continuously sweeping its tail horizontally.
All of a sudden, its fur exploded once again, then with both feet exerting force, it leapt up, darting away in another direction.
Unfortunately, what it did did not attract the slightest attention, and all the humans present looked intently at the motionless corpse.
Time passed by, and the dead body did not undergo any changes that were worth looking forward to.
”Failed again?” A teenager leaned over and squatted down, poking the dead body’s skin with his finger.
”No reaction.” He half-turned his body and addressed the black-robed man and the rest of his companions.
Just then, he felt a gust of wind hit his face from the bottom up.
With a brush, the dead body sat up!
The teenager was startled and then cheered in surprise:
”Success! It worked ……”
Before his words fell, the dead body suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him into his arms, then opened its mouth and bit down, biting out a poofing sound and biting blood.
”Ah! Help!” The teenager screamed in terror, using all his strength to move back, but he couldn’t break free.
The dead body lifted its head, revealing white teeth, as well as the crushed meat hanging between the teeth and the blood flowing down the mouth.
The black-robed man was first stunned, then he took out a brass-colored whistle, held it in his mouth, and blew.
Then, he said in Hermetic:
”I command you in the name of Death!”
Amidst the echoing sound, the dead body stopped gnawing and briefly actually stiffened in place.
The teenager whose neck and shoulders had been bitten to a bloody pulp was similarly limp and seemed to have lost his soul, while the dirt at his lower position was moist.
”It really works ……” the black-robed man whispered in surprise, pointing at the dead body and saying again in Hermetic, “Rise!”
The dead body sprang to its feet, then flung itself open and stomped off into the depths of the secluded woods.
”Come back!” The black-robed man shouted in surprise, but didn’t notice the dead body show any sign of stopping.
He busied himself with another whistle and shouted in a majestic, deep voice:
”In the name of Death, I command you to return!”
With his words, the dead body’s back disappeared into the tree cover.
”I told you to come back ……,” the black-robed man froze in place, muttering stupidly to himself.
Inside the woods, Klein held the Aztec copper whistle and matchbox in one hand, and with one hand he kept lighting the matches, shaking his wrist and flinging them out, throwing them on the ground.
During this process, he backed up in a circular arc.
Stomping!
The dead body with its green face and stench rushed forward, its lifeless eyes staring straight at the ancient and delicate copper whistle.
Klein backed up while puffing out his cheeks, aiming at the dead body and simulating a sound:
”Bang!”
The dead body shook with a huff, and a penetrating wound appeared at the chest position.
”Bang!”
Klein puffed his cheeks and exhaled again, hitting an air bomb.
Pfft! The dead body’s head shattered in a small half, and there was rotting liquid inside that kept dripping down.
However, this was not a fatal injury for it, and the stomping run only stalled slightly before reappearing.
Seeing this situation, Klein took a step back and hit the ground.
Snap!
A bright flame rose up from the ground just in time to envelop the dead body and ignite its coat.
Stomp!
The dead body rushed through the flames and continued to move forward like a mad cow.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Klein snapped his fingers in succession, causing the ground to rise up with one red-colored flame after another.
The dead body rushed through these flames without any pain, and its body gradually began to burn with increasing intensity, giving off the eerie feeling of a candle melting.
Finally, the dead body that turned into a torch rushed in front of Klein and clawed at the other party.
At the same time, a flame rose up, wrapping both it and Klein at the same time.
The dead body grabbed Klein’s shoulder, but only squeezed out the crumbling sparks.
Klein’s figure dissipated into the crimson flames, appearing at the far end of that fire.
And the dead body seemed to have finally used up all its strength and stopped struggling, dissolving quickly in the flames that were tinted with a slight shade of shadowy green, turning into ashes and oily wax.
”He is stronger than all the living corpses and resentful souls I have met before, well, not as strong as the descendants of Mr. Aztec …… If it were not for me, they would all die here today.” Klein shook his head and walked through the woods towards the open field.
At this time, the black-robed man had long since noticed the changes within the woods, and without hesitation, he turned around and fled, while the seven or eight teenage boys and girls first dispersed in a flurry of activity, but after running and realizing that they were the only ones around, they timidly stopped, returned to their original location, and gathered together.
They had just experienced the incident of the dead body being awakened and gnawing on their flesh and blood, they really didn’t dare to run away alone in the deep night.
It would make them feel a chill on the back of their necks.
They looked at me, I looked at you, but no one dared to help the teenager whose neck and shoulders were bloodied, fearing that the other person would turn into a zombie at any time.
In the short silence that made people’s heart beat like a drum, they were shocked to see a clown wearing pompous clothes and red, yellow and white paint coming from within the woods.
It was an illusion created directly by Klein.
He looked around the room, not bothering to chase after the black-robed man, and asked hoarsely:
”Who was the one who conducted the ceremony just now?”
Who? As if the teenage boys and girls hadn’t returned to their senses, it took several seconds before a shivering older boy was launched to answer:
”He… He’s our Gufsak language teacher, Kopsti Reid ……”
”He claims to have a deep knowledge of death and wants to lead us in the search for the mysteries of eternal life.”
So it’s a teacher in a school …… Mystery of eternal life? Really bragging do not have to pay taxes ah …… From the performance just now, this guy will not be “psychic”, at most “gravedigger”, and may even only have a sequence of 9, just the corpse collector …… Of course, he may not be the path of the God of Death, just because of worship and joined the Spirit Order …… Klein asked clearly where Koupresti lived, thought about it:
”You guys go back, don’t get involved in this kind of thing anymore, and don’t leak it out.”
”Otherwise, all of you will die.”
Then, he emphasized again:
”All of you will die.”
The teenage boys and girls, who were already scared out of their wits by what had just happened, nodded frantically and leaned on each other, ready to leave.
At that moment, a young girl with hair smoothly draped down pointed at her companion who was moaning in pain on the ground and said:
”He, is he alright?”
”He won’t die for a while, but he must be taken to a doctor, and let’s say he was bitten by a hyena that often eats carrion.” Klein stopped paying attention to them and headed back inside the woods.
The teenage boys and girls looked at each other, and one asked offhandedly:
”Excuse me, please, you, what should I call you?”
Klein smiled and replied in a low voice, deliberately misleading the other:
”I’m just a janitor of Hell.”
As he spoke, a mist suddenly filled the air, and his figure then disappeared in place.
Of course, this was all an illusion.
”A janitor of hell?” The teenage boy and girl repeated the word in low voices, each thinking in their own way for a moment.
However, after a cold wind that soaked into the bone marrow blew, they shivered once again, assisted their companions, and left the place without daring to return.
……
This is the members of the Spirit Teaching Corps? Really disappointing ah …… If he did not give up his current identity, I have time to visit him in the middle of the night, to see what he knows, well, we have to give him a lesson, so that he does not dare to plague the students again, “Spirit Dance” and “Resurrection Ceremony”, “Spirit Dance” and “Resurrection Ceremony”. “Spirit Dance” and “Resurrection Ceremony” are not to be messed with? Klein habitually made a judgment with the thinking of the night watchman.
Soon he was back outside the Logo Caraman mansion, waiting patiently for the security guards to move in.
Just as he found the opportunity, he immediately went over the fence, quickly approached the house along the shadows, and quietly climbed up to the balcony.
At this time, the dummy disguised as him was still smoking.
Snap! Klein lightly snapped his fingers.
The figure in front of him immediately turned into a thin sheet of paper and floated to his palm.
This piece of paper was covered with rust-red marks compared to before, and was no longer usable.
Klein didn’t dare to throw it away, folded it and stuffed it into his coat pocket.
After doing this, he leisurely stepped into the corridor and returned inside Ataru’s bedroom.
”What took you so long?” Stuart asked with a slight tremor in his voice.
He had just poked around the doorway and found Sherlock Moriarty smoking cigarette after cigarette, but duty called and he didn’t dare leave the bedroom.
Crane chuckled:
”Take a break and relax, you can go too, I don’t mind.”
”I ……” Stuart was about to agree, when it suddenly occurred to him that he would be the only one on the balcony, surrounded by the deep colors of the night, a light that wasn’t bright enough, a cold, chilly wind, and an environment that always reminded him of ghost stories.
So he forced a smile:
”It’s okay, I don’t need it.”
Klein smiled without saying a word and resumed his seat, letting the easy chair rock gently and slowly in the darkness.
This rocking went on until dawn, and nothing happened again.
Atru came to his senses and sat on the bed, transfixed.
Krynn said nothing, exchanged places with Kaslana and her female assistant, and walked slowly to the guest room to catch up on his sleep.
As he drifted off to sleep, he heard Logo Carrowman exclaim in a loud, surprised and delighted voice:
”Oh, my boy, how are you?”
”The storm is on, and I am going to donate three hundred pounds to the church!”
”You, you say, they will not come to kill you? Are you mistaken?”
Three hundred pounds? What an extravagance …… Klein muttered as he rolled over and embraced the light, soft, warm quilt.
Then he continued to sleep soundly.
At noon, Klein went downstairs to eat, and Caslana sat down across from him, asking with a slight frown:
”Did anything happen last night?”
”No.” Klein replied succinctly, spinning around to laugh, “Does it count when Atlus wakes up and goes to the lavatory?”
Next to him, Stuart slowed his movements and nodded in agreement.
Caslana’s gaze swept over their faces and retracted, answering in a hushed voice:
”Doesn’t count.”
The corners of Klein’s mouth quirked as he skillfully cut up the steak.