The two vines fumbled in the air, stopping abruptly as they headed toward Octave.

Then, as if they had found the pheromones they were looking for, they quickly swept towards the somewhat sluggish middle-aged man.

Their stems began to thicken and harden, and immediately filled the corpse's eye sockets, like two poisonous snakes gushing out of the cracks in the ground.

The corpse's mouth kept muttering "Mother, Mother", and his voice became louder and more crazy.

With these crazy babbles, on the corpse of the old sir, the scalp-numbing fine vines protruded from his ears and nostrils, and the corpse's head began to deform, and part of the skin collapsed while part of the skin bulged, like a broken plaster.

Countless tendrils sprouted from his armpits, navel, waist, and lower body, and pierced into the mattress beneath the corpse.

Attacked by strange vines, Octave bent over and jumped like an agile rabbit, which was somewhat out of step with his short stature.

"Damn it! I knew something was going to go wrong! ”

He dodged the nimble vines while shouting in an exaggerated tone.

"Do something!"

The vine followed Octave's figure closely, and on several occasions it almost touched his leg, but he narrowly avoided it.

Although they appear to be very thin and soft, they are very strong, leaving two deep marks on the floor and walls that are affected.

Martin rushed to the door of the room the second moment the vine burst out, trying to pull it open.

Sir Henry had said before that he would go to the butler at the door, "he knew what to do", and Martin understood that the old man might not be able to solve the situation at hand, after all, it was not something that could be seen in a normal burial ceremony.

It's just that whether to turn to the housekeeper or to leave this room, this door must be opened.

He didn't want to destroy these vines head-on, not to mention that they could be destroyed, their source was the corpse of the old knight, this matter was weird, and the best way was to go out first.

He tugged the handle of the huge black lacquer door, but was surprised to find that the gate did not move.

Now he has been strengthened by the [Holy Mother Body], and the strength and strength of his body have far surpassed ordinary people, but he still can't open this door.

Problematic!

He tried it twice, and found that it was as if it had been welded to death, and no matter how hard he tried, it didn't move a bit.

Martin didn't continue to stumble, but immediately thought of the second exit.

The windows of the room.

This is the second floor, and with his current skills, there is no problem at all to jumping.

Just as he turned to the window, he found that young Salomon had gone to the window, and he opened the thick flannel curtains, only to find that the windows behind the curtains had been sealed with iron plates.

No wonder there are candles in the room in broad daylight, and Martin thought it was the effect of the curtains.

He now understood that all of this was probably premeditated, that they had been designed.

Is it this tired looking Sir Henry?

But what is his purpose?

I didn't have time to think about it, Octave's side couldn't hold on.

After dodging many times, he was finally caught up by the vine and wrapped around his waist.

The two vines seemed to be alive, one wrapped around Octave's hands and made him tired of parrying, and the other wrapped around his legs and quickly rolled upward, threatening to envelop him in them.

Seeing that this was wrong, Martin rushed towards Octave to free him from the vines, but as he approached, he was blocked by several new vines.

The vines swept in, and Martin looked in the direction they had come, and he saw that the shriveled corpse on the bed began to swell like a balloon, and its skin refilled, except that it was no longer a vessel, but more like a branch.

Then, it started moving.

It seemed to get excited, and on the piece of flesh that could no longer be called a head, the vaguely visible mouth was still opening and closing, and it was hoarsely shouting "Mother... Mother", a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The more you look at this smile, the more penetrating it becomes.

The corpse itself was squirming and struggling, the roots under it swaying slowly, and then it stood upright from the bed.

Next to the corpse, the green candle lit by Salomon was flickering, crumbling as if in a gale, ready to go out at any moment.

At that moment, Salomon came to the corpse, poured some yellow dirty grease from a glass bottle in his hand, shouted two incantational syllables, and sprinkled the grease on the flame of the candle not far from him.

"Sleep!"

The flame ignited upwards the moment it touched the grease, and the flame became much thicker, and immediately got rid of its crumbling state and emitted a bright light.

The corpse on the bed seemed to lose its strength at this moment, its skin became shriveled again, its movements slowed down, and it no longer stood upright.

The frantic babbling from its mouth stopped, and slowly fell backwards.

The vines had also become a little wilted, their speed slowing down, and they were no longer so aggressive.

But after a while, the roots behind the corpse that connected to the bed began to wriggle regularly, as if they were transporting something.

It was as if they were drawing energy from the battery of the bed, stretching and growing thick at a speed visible to the naked eye, lifting the corpse back into the air.

The vines regained their mobility, and were even more excited than before, growing vigorously and vigorously, and the room was like a greenhouse for them.

The corpse, which had been unrecognizable, shook a few times and floated down the vines in the direction of Octave.

"Goddess..."

Octave was now largely restrained in his hands and feet, and his eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the strange corpse slowly approaching, and let out his trademark exclamation.

When he was about to be tied, he saw his thumbs rubbing in the palms of his hands at the same time.

The two cards appeared out of thin air and were tossed one to the left and one to the right.

Octave's eyes were fixed on the two spinning poker cards, his neck leaning forward, his mouth open, his head shaking and biting down on the two cards.

Then, he shook his head vigorously, and another playing card slipped from his high-topped felt hat.

He took another precise bite.

The three cards were stacked on his lips as if they had been repositioned, and his hands and feet were tied tightly, and as the vines tightened, he fell unsteadily to the ground.

He fell to the ground, but he didn't let out a cry of pain or try to struggle, his attention was focused on the three playing cards he had bitten on.

The three ordinary poker cards were all face up at this time, and the man who fell to the ground looked at his mouth with wide eyes, trying to see the three cards clearly, and it looked a little funny.

The three cards are the 4 of hearts, the 6 of spades, and the 9 of diamonds.

The cards are ordinary, and there is nothing special about them.

Not to mention a straight or a flush, these three cards don't even have the slightest relationship, they are not pairs, and the cards are not large.

After seeing these three cards clearly, Octave's expectant eyes instantly lost their brilliance, and his expression was like a deflated balloon, revealing deep disappointment and unwillingness.

More and more new vines enveloped him, and he felt as if there were countless poisonous snakes swimming around him, smeared with letters, about to swallow him.

He spat out the three cards in his mouth and began to shout:

"Martin! Help me! ”

Hearing this, Martin, who was entwined with the vines, looked back in the direction of Octave in surprise.

Because that's not Octave's voice.

It wasn't even a man's voice.

Martin could hear it, it was the voice of "Mad Woman" Eddie!

How is she here!

No, she turned out to be Octave?

Octave is she pretending?!

Thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment, and before he had time to think about it, Martin jumped backwards, and after a moment of freedom from the vines, he pulled out a small glass bottle from his lined pocket, which contained some amber grease, and a hint of bright yellow in it sparkled.

It's Lava Kiss.

He opened the cap of the bottle and dipped his ring finger in some oil and applied it to his lips, like an actor dressed up exquisitely.

The grease made his lips soft and bright, and his silver mask gave him a touch of sepulpation.

His eyes became a little fiery, and his face seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious shadow at this moment, making it difficult to see the expression.

With a few swift bounces, he dodged the vines that lay across the vines, and in the blink of an eye he approached the corpse.

He felt his lips burn, the urge to sing and the burning sensation in his heart growing rapidly.

To be on the safe side, he applied twice as much potion this time as he did last time.

This made his head a little confused, and in a trance he felt that the urge to sing seemed to be echoed around him.

The weird feeling flashed away.

Martin spotted the body's location, puffing out his cheeks and spewing out the fiery breath from his mouth.

The aura was like that of a brutal python, crashing into the mutated corpse that looked like a living target not far away.

Immediately after, the corpse melted.

The skin on the surface, the branches beneath the skin, the shriveled muscles, bones, and internal organs all began to burst into flames, and then all turned into a bright yellow slurry and flowed downward.

The whole corpse was like a scorched wax figure, instantly transforming into fluid and slamming on the ground.

The vines also burst into flames, and the flames spread rapidly, and in a few breaths, they were all burned to ashes.

The vines on Add's body, the "madwoman" disguised as Octave, also turned into embers in an instant, and strangely, she herself was not injured.

And Martin, who ignited it all, just stood there, quietly watching the room fill the room with traces of karmic fire that were rapidly disappearing.