Over time.

Each family has its own affairs.

Lisa, a single mother, is packing her bags and trying to move out without being in a hurry.

Bell took Casey to the bathroom to bathe the youngest four-year-old.

Bridgette, on the other hand, was standing at the window of her room, clutching the reassuring cross and looking up at the sky that suddenly roared and exploded with lightning.

Feeling the cool breeze blowing through the window, cooler than ever, Bridgette clutched the cross, and she felt like it was going to rain tonight.

However, at this point in time, what she didn't know was that the antique book that she had always thought had been thrown away was pulled out of the bed by Danny.

"How could such a good thing be thrown!" Danny sat on the bed, his heavy antique book on his lap, a glimmer of sight in his eyes.

The antique book is very nice to the touch, it feels as smooth as real silk, and the cover pattern on it gives the book an old-fashioned feel.

Touching the pattern of the seal on it, Danny looked at the crossed tusks on it, which seemed to be made of small, sharp ivory, and reached out to grasp the edge.

At first, the book was difficult to open, and no matter what method he used, he couldn't unlock the cross-sealed fangs, until today, when he was accidentally stabbed by the fangs, he was suddenly able to open it.

Remembering the extremely strange paintings he had just seen in the book, Danny couldn't help but open the book, and he wondered what these seemingly absurd portraits meant.

As the cover was revealed, what appeared on it were illustrations of torture, the text was incomprehensible, but the paintings on it were clear.

A man with a hideous face, like a devil holding a sharp blade in his right hand, was slashing at the neck of the man he was holding in his left hand.

There were also a few people around a man lying on the ground, feasting on large pieces.

The woman with her hair scattered and her eyes empty held up a bleeding head and sent it to her mouth.

Each illustration was lifelike and chilling, and Danny couldn't stand it, closed the book, took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, removed the heavy book, looked at the three records underneath and pursed his lips.

The record was with the book, and only he knew the secret.

He couldn't help but be curious to get to the bottom of it, and it seemed to him that maybe these three records would explain the most strange book, what it was and what history it was.

As soon as he thought of it, Danny took the record and walked towards his DJ player.

When the cloth bag was opened, everything about the record was reflected in his eyes, and looking at the date [November 13, 1923] recorded on it, Danny's eyes flashed with the expression that it was indeed so.

"This book is certainly a treasure."

With a muttering voice, Danny put down the first record marked on it......

As a result, what came out of the speaker was just a self-introduction, but the words that followed also made Danny understand what that weird book was.

“……”

"Good afternoon, my fellow clergy, I am Father Marcus Littleton, librarian of St. Patrick's Cathedral, and welcome to the City of Angels today."

"You are invited here to witness the discovery of a unique artifact by our missionaries abroad, and this is the first time that it has been put on public display."

"The Book of the Dead."

The first record came to an abrupt end, and Danny looked at the second record next to him, still feeling a little itchy and not enjoyable enough.

"Go on!"

Danny pulls out the first record and puts the second record down.

Just then, there was a loud thunderclap outside.

Rumble!!!

Danny was startled and looked at the window in front of him, where the rain was pouring down in the dark night.

"It's raining."

Not knowing what Danny was doing, Bridget stared at the crackling, rain-dripping window, touched the wound on her blue nose and swollen face, and sighed.

Rumble!

At the same time, Lisa, a single mother who was packing her luggage, paused and watched the suitcase continue to be stuffed in.

"Hey, don't be afraid, baby."

In the bathroom, Bell, who was pregnant but abandoned by her boyfriend, was holding Casey, who was trembling because of the thunder, and said softly.

"And I'm here......"

Rumble!

The thunder roared non-stop, and the lightning outside the window was like a snake, constantly shuttling through the night, invisibly adding a bit of terror, and Danny cursed in his heart.

"Chet!"

However, even so, Danny pressed the play button of the machine when the thunder exploded, and the sound continued to come out of the speakers.

"According to the tests I've done so far, the book of the dead has a border made of pickled human flesh, and the text and illustrations inside are written in human blood.

This must be heretical! ”

"But the scroll contains a sacred mystery, and I seek permission from the Church to translate it."

"Unfortunately, I was rejected by the bishops of the Church, and I began to secretly translate a large number of words and symbols from the Book of the Dead."

“……”

"The book contains a variety of ancient rituals and incantations, and judging from the translated text, it is said that the recitation of these incantations allows humans to connect with supernatural forces beyond the world,

Now I will translate the first mantra of the spiritual resurrection in the form of a recording......"

Suddenly, the speaker clicked, and a voice came directly from it that I couldn't understand, but it could chill my heart.

[incantation...... ］

The voice was very weird and not like a human sound, and Danny only felt that he had goosebumps all over his body.

He was keenly aware of something was wrong, and quickly pressed the stop button, but the speaker continued to play.

Bang Bang Bang! The sound of a book turning a page suddenly sounded.

Danny turned his head stiffly and looked at the bedside, where the book known as the Book of Death was turning the pages rapidly, and finally stopped at an illustration of an evil woman with a crooked head and a sharp knife in her hand, as if she was about to come back to life.

Danny's eyes widened slightly......

Rumble! Thunder roars!

Under the pouring rain, a personal plane was facing the night, braving the heavy rain and low-key parked at JFK International Airport.

"Father York, there's a car for you outside."

A staff member in a black suit looked at the priest who was half a head taller than him as he stood up and said respectfully.

"The driver will take care of getting you where you want to go."

"Hmm."

York, who had been sitting for almost eleven hours since the morning, nodded in response and looked to the side.

Erin, who was thin and thin, was struggling to remove the backpack she wanted to put on it.

The entire four backpacks were filled with revolgent grenades or bullet boxes, which was a bit reluctant for Erin's body.

"I'll do it."

Hearing the voice, Erin subconsciously stopped moving, and watched the priest easily take off all the backpacks on it with just one hand.

Being able to carry four backpacks with just one hand made her stare at York for a moment.

York smiled indifferently, picked up all four backpacks with two backpacks in one hand, and walked towards the staff who had already given up in front.

"Let's go, Irene."

Erin instantly came back to her senses and hurriedly followed the priest with a broad back.

(End of chapter)