Using a shovel with a sawn handle shortened, he dug out a piece of damp dirt and fed it into a basket, Raft Pound wiped the sweat from his face and continued to repeat the previous action mechanically.

He has been digging for more than half a month, and according to his own calculations, it will take at least three months to dig from this abandoned church to the bottom of his original home!

But he has patience, and there is a strange force in his heart that drives him, this must be the family's sense of mission, not Pound, but Tudor!

Thinking wildly, he kept moving in his hands, a handful of soil gradually filled the basket, and he was about to go back the way he came to dump these, when suddenly it was dark in front of him, and then the lights turned on, and the cramped tunnel became an incomparably wide underground palace.

Did I dig through? How can it be?

Raft's expression became agitated after a moment of frustration, and he scratched frantically with cramps in his hands, feeling a black iron coat of arms engraved with a hand holding a scepter.

This is the hallmark of the Tudot family......

He excitedly put the coat of arms on his chest, and was about to get up and continue exploring the underground palace, when he saw another flower, and hit his head into the dirt that reappeared at some point, and bit a hard stone in his mouth, almost knocking out his own teeth.

"Phew, bah-"

He closed his eyes and spat out the bitter dirt, and when he opened his eyes again, he found a figure in front of him.

A person with no facial features and an incomparably smooth "face".

"Poof—"

He squirted out the last mouthful of dirt from his mouth, threw away the shovel in his hand, turned his head, and crawled out of the passage like crazy, using all fours like a real groundhog.

The passage became narrower and narrower the further he went, a deliberate means to avoid being discovered, but now it became an obstacle to his escape, in the narrow passage, he rubbed his scalp, broke his nails, and his knees and elbows were even more bloody and blurred, but at last he saw the crimson moonlight that made him feel reassured.

After burrowing out of the passage and returning to the abandoned church, Raft gasped and looked at the dark passage with some trepidation, he always felt that it was just a hallucination, but he did not dare to go back to confirm it.

"The lights and tools are inside...... I'll come back tomorrow to get it, something is wrong today......"

He muttered to himself, turning his head again to look at the center of the church.

A woman with black hair and a round face appeared at some point, looking at him coldly.

No, it's a female head with black hair and a round face looking at him!

The head floated in the air, its hair draped loosely behind it, and the body that was supposed to hold the head and cover the long hair was nowhere to be seen.

Raft took a sharp breath of the deep winter air, and without the slightest hesitation turned around and ran, the abandoned church was ventilated on all sides, the doors and windows had long been pried away, and he picked a random window to climb over and ran to the low fence outside the garden.

When he was a few steps away from the wall, the vines on the wall were windless, and another figure appeared from it.

It was a young woman in a small black hat and an intricate Gothic court dress, with long pale blonde hair and a shawl, cold blue eyes, and a face unusually pale in the moonlight.

After being frightened by the "Faceless Man" and the "Head in the Air", the most human-like woman made Raft feel a little warm, but he immediately realized that the beautiful woman had passed directly through the wall.

"Ghost ...... Ghost! ”

Raft Pound's face became paler than the woman's, and he couldn't hold back and began to shout.

But he seemed to remember something, held back his fear, swallowed the unscrupulous words that he blurted out back into his stomach, and asked with some trepidation:

"Are you the evil spirit of the underground palace?"

Evil spirits?

Crane, who had just come out of the tunnel, patted the dirt on his body, watched Angel in front of him recover from invisibility, and was about to celebrate this successful magic show, when he heard the frightened baron from outside the church asking with hope.

He immediately remembered the red-haired evil spirit in the underground ruins that had appeared in his dream, and his mind moved, and the "faceless" nature of his face squirmed, and in an instant turned into the unusually handsome face in his dream, but with a series of rotten scars, and his hair gradually spread to the back of his shoulders, turning red like blood.

The trench coat on his body was transformed into a set of pitch-black full-body armor in the illusion of the "magician", and the traces of knives and axes on it were even dripping crimson blood.

"I am."

His low, eerie voice came out, causing Raft, who was facing Sharon, to tremble and slowly turn around to look this way.

When he saw Klein's strange image clearly, instead of showing a panicked expression like he had just seen a ghost, he took two steps forward excitedly, with ecstasy on his face, and said in a loud voice:

"You've finally appeared!"

Angel disappears again, and Sharon returns to the wall, giving up the "stage" to Klein.

They were equally curious about what the crazy Baron wanted to do.

"I think after so many years of trying, you should have understood that it is impossible to help you break free from the seal by killing the descendants of the Tudor family in vain," Raft continued, he was full of breath and spoke extremely quickly, not at all as decadent as ordinary outsiders see, "Only by cooperating with me, with the great blood of Tudor, can I help you get out of the predicament of two thousand years." ”

Based on his previous experience investigating the ruins and the historical knowledge he learned at university, Crane knew that the so-called "Tudot family" had indeed been glorious for 2,000 years, but how could he be sure that several members of the Raft Pound family had died in the ruins one after another?

"Then why are you here now?"

He continued to question the other in a deep tone.

"Because of the Black Emperor, the Black Emperor of the Grand Thief has appeared!" Raft said with a smile, his eyes revealing undisguised madness, "He must have something to do with the real Black Emperor, which means that the 'Blood Emperor' is also about to appear, and the glory of Tudor is about to reappear in the world!" ”

Oh, yes? How did I not know what I had to do with the "Blood Emperor"?

"Black Emperor" Klein held back a smile and was about to continue to ask, but saw that Raft, who was still looking crazy a second ago, suddenly had straight eyes, straightened his waist and raised his legs, and walked towards him with stiff steps.

He resisted the urge to jump to the side, maintaining his "evil spirit" style, and watched like a marionette walk from the baron to a broken edge of the wall next to him, and slammed his head upward.

The crisp sound of "dong" made Klein seem to return to the time when he bought melons in his previous life, and tapped the melon body with his knuckles to judge the ripeness.

Knock, knock.

Two more sounds, and Raft lay down limply with blood on his forehead.

But the next moment, he got up again on his hands and feet, and his movements were nimble, not at all like the stiffness that had just been pulled by the strings.

The man who claimed to have "the great blood of Tudor" was now bleeding from the wound on his forehead, and he wiped it with his right hand with dirt, brought it to his mouth, and licked it with his tongue as if it were the most delicious wine.

"Hehe, haha.

"The 'great' blood of Tudor? It made me hate more than ever, and it allowed me to break through the seal and get here for a short time. ”

After devouring the blood, "Raft" turned his bloodshot eyes to the black-armored, red-haired "Evil Spirit" who was still standing in the wind, looked up and down, and laughed sarcastically.

"My chin isn't sharp enough, my eyes are wrong, and most importantly, I'm not that short!"

Klein, who had been pointed out to be wrong, swallowed, and suddenly felt the air around him get colder.

(End of chapter)