In the cellar, there was a terrifying dark red—the color of the blood that was drying up.

As soon as Maca opened the trapdoor of the cellar, a pungent fishy smell suddenly gushed out with the air flow brought by the opening, and even Maca couldn't help frowning.

"Heh—Titicaca—"

Sure enough, there was an ordinary living corpse right down here. When he saw Maka, he immediately roared, and the sound was like a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat, and the snoring made people get goosebumps when they heard it.

It's just that it can't jump out, and it doesn't have the IQ to climb the ladder at all. So he had to jump from time to time, barely reaching the trapdoor above, at most, which made the endless crashing sound that Maca had heard before.

However, what happened here is clearly more than "a person happened to be working in the cellar when he was a living corpse"!

First of all, the most striking thing that Maca saw when she came to the backyard was not actually the firewood piled up next to the wall or anything, but the two blood stains that extended from the trapdoor of the cellar.

And with that terrible sight in the cellar, it doesn't seem so hard to imagine what happened here.

Hopefully, it wasn't the living corpse that was in the cellar at first, but an ordinary Muggle who had been lucky enough to escape the first burst of the grey mist.

Of course, what exactly happened outside at that time, the lucky one must not know.

However, this man's luck apparently ended there. Because before he came out of the cellar, he was smelled by the family who had unfortunately turned into a living corpse and came to this backyard.

Naturally, a living corpse would not open a trapdoor, but the sound of it touching the door attracted the attention of the "unfortunate lucky one" in the cellar.

The door panel was opened by the victim's own hands. It's a pity that although the other party is indeed greeted by his family, it is a family member who has become a ruthless demon.

The living corpse of the dead fell into the cellar and launched a brutal attack on the living, turning the living back into the dead.

Thinking about it this way, the two blood marks in front of the trapdoor with obvious fingerprints are probably left behind by the miserable lucky man who was forcibly dragged back by the feet of the living corpse when he tried to climb the ladder to escape from the cellar!

After all, if it was the living corpse, the length of the blood stains left on the ground was enough for the guy in the cellar to crawl out from underneath.

"It was lucky enough to escape the grave of the living corpse, but it turned out to be the burial place of that man...... I wonder what he was thinking when he almost escaped back to the world and was dragged back to hell in the blink of an eye. ”

Maca lowered her head slightly, watching the living corpse jump at her feet, looking at the large red and black blood stains on its body and face, and couldn't help but mumble softly.

To be honest, he originally followed the voice, but he actually planned to find such a living corpse who could not go to the center of the fog area to "gather" and study it.

But now, he doesn't have that mood anymore.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the skills to clear the sins of living corpses like Dumbledore! All I can do is burn your mutilated soul and free you from this filthy shell. ”

It's not a very sincere apology, because Maca just said it casually. The next moment, a pitch-black flame suddenly appeared in front of Maca, and then fell silently into the cellar.

"Bang-"

The powerful soul flame completely devoured the living corpse in an instant, and in just a moment, it burned to the point that there was not even a bit of scum left.

After Maka had done this, he turned around and tapped the ground with his toes and flew straight into the air.

"Well, it's almost time."

……

Charling Town is a small town in the middle of Kent, small and inhabited, surrounded by almost all wilderness and fields.

On weekdays, even if someone drives by, they rarely stop to take a look, because to be honest, it's a very boring place.

Today, however, the town is still crowded with untold corpses, from the streets of the center of the town to the woods outside the town.

No one knows why they're crowded here, and no one knows when they're leaving. Because under Maca's reminder, no one would come here to take a look.

Until now, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed steadily on the edge of this army of living corpses like a mountain and a sea.

"Helbo!"

With a shout, the power of the sound amplification spell was used, and in an instant, it spread unscrupulously around the area.

Maca knew that he didn't need to hide, because his presence would not have been able to escape Helpo's senses; And he doesn't need to be careful, because if Helbo really wants to run, it will be difficult for him to stop the other party.

And more importantly...... He didn't seem to be aware of Helbo's presence here.

"What? Hyerbo's ...... Isn't it possible to gather these living corpses in a pile and throw them here to make it easier for me to get rid of them? ”

After being severely injured, Helbo's own mana fluctuations will become difficult to suppress - this Maca has confirmed on the Hogwarts side before. So I didn't notice him here now, either he wasn't there, or he had unexpectedly recovered.

As she pondered this, Maca suddenly shook her head.

The latter...... It's unlikely, he's already injured the root of the demonic body this time, but it's not so easy to recover enough to hide the hidden ability that I perceive. He said secretly in his heart, "This means ......"

If he wasn't here, where did he go?

Maca thought left and right, and suddenly raised her hand casually - the shout just now didn't call out Helbo, but it had already provoked a large number of living corpses in the vicinity.

However, as long as Helbo wasn't here, Maca would naturally not be afraid of these ordinary living corpses.

However, as Maca was about to warm up the living corpses and bury them all in the ground as he had done at the beginning, his hand suddenly stopped on the way to perform his magic.

"By the way, these guys are self-reinforcing in the fog! God knows if this time, the new batch of living corpses that Helbo made out is useless to bury in the ground? ”

Otherwise, how could Helmo have allowed them to gather here like this, to Maca, they are like a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Oh well! Maca didn't really like that description.

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