Twenty floors in the center of the hall.

The soft light filtered by the curtain fell on the "séance", illuminating the delicate pentagram circle and mysterious runes, which made people can't help but admire it.

Dean reached out and touched it, only to feel that he was caressing a piece of smooth and delicate skin with residual warmth, faintly touching the blood flowing underneath the bottom, and the magic precipitated in the blood.

"It took my team three months to create this special artifact, which was born to summon spellcasters from hell and has only been used once since birth." Frankie, who was in a wheelchair, looked obsessively at the "séance", "It's a pity that it failed." ”

"You're going to see success." Dean turned his head to look at the open space around the round table, where four waist-high blue plastic buckets were in a circle, and the barrels were filled with red liquid.

It was all blood, adding up to more than two hundred kilograms.

William left behind research materials that suggest that at the end of the ritual, it takes between fifty and one hundred kilograms of blood to reshape the body of a spellcaster, which also contains the blood of love and loved ones.

But this time, Adam can't wait to be summoned separately, and he wants to summon his father William and his mother Aurora at the same time, summon them out of Leviathan hell, and reshape their bodies.

Two hundred kilograms of blood is enough.

But this is a matter of one sentence for Franche, the richest man in Columbus.

"I have an unbreakable blood and kinship with them." Adam's gaze swept over Dean, Otis, and Frankie, and then turned and walked to the box next to the séance, and pulled out a dagger from it, "I've never been so eager to see them in my life as I am today, so I'm sure I'll make it." ”

Self-hypnotizing, Adam took a deep breath, grabbed a dagger and slit open his left wrist, and the fish-like wound was immersed in four plastic buckets in turn.

Blood mixed in.

Otis turned a tamper and whirred for a bucket.

Dean unleashed his telekinesis to manipulate the movements of the remaining three stirring rods.

Frankie's eyes widened, and he slowed his breathing excitedly and apprehensively, listening quietly to the changes in the hall.

The liquid in the barrel swirled in circles of scarlet, making a rattling sound, as if urging Adam to act.

Adam resisted the bloodthirsty desire to bury his head in the bucket and drink, and dragged the plastic bucket to the séance,

"William White, Aurora White."

Adam crouched down and read, using a blood-stained finger to trace the blood diagonally along the outermost circle of the pentagram.

"Those who have been forcibly brought into hell, you have left bonds in the world, and your connection with me has not been severed, and I am here to pave a path of rebirth for you."

The blood-stained fingers quickly outline the first corner of the pentagram, representing the left hand.

"Hell is only boundless loneliness and pain, and it is not worth nostalgia."

The second horn is outlined by blood, which represents the right hand.

"There is fire and light in the world, and I stand in a warm tower to illuminate you."

The third corner, which represents the left foot.

"Come on, follow my voice and climb up."

The fourth corner, which represents the right foot.

"William!"

"Aurora!"

The fifth horn, representing the head, Adam's voice became more and more high-pitched,

"Look up, the light is overhead!"

Adam endured the stinging pain and pressed the wound on his wrist to the center of the pentagram, and the blood stained the entire séance red.

He uttered the incantation at this moment—

"I am here, to answer you, to return to the world!"

"Come back!"

"Hell is not a fire, it's winter!"

Bang dang!

He jerked over four plastic buckets.

Blood flooded the entire séance, and waves of blood washed along the perimeter, staining the nearby floors and the vamps of the Dean's shoes red.

The wind is blowing in place.

Curtains popped against the windows.

The lights on the ceiling flickered on and off.

The white hair on Frankie's forehead covered the corners of his eyes.

Otis's eyes bulged out in excitement, bloodshot.

In front of Dean's eyes, from the perspective of "skill", in the dense and incomparably stable grid-like space nodes in the entire hall, the upper part of the séance began to flicker unsteadily.

Tear pull –

The node automatically opens, revealing a bloody miniature scene - flying and spinning steel nails, saw blades, scalpels, iron hooks, patches of muscles and internal organs exposed to the air, twisted and crushed exposed bones.

The cracks in the nodes blew out bone-scraping chills, disgusting gore, and wails and screams.

Immediately after, a translucent human hand reached out from the node,

A vague humanoid with a pale red body drilled out of the gap and sat down on the "hotbed" of the séance.

Everyone's eyelids jumped.

I saw that the blood on the table and around it was instantly attracted by an invisible force, turned into earthworms, crawled up along the soles of the human shape, and transported to the position of the left chest of the body.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of blood condensed into a heart.

Puff puff puff.

The heart beat twice, and the white ribs stretched out from the left and right sides, and gradually condensed the entire rib frame downward.

Then there are the cervical vertebrae, lumbar vertebrae, and skull.

This strange scene made several people around him fascinated, and they didn't dare to breathe.

In just five seconds, half of the blood on the ground disappeared, and a thin layer of muscle grew on the pale skull, supporting him to stand up from the séance and move his limbs like a dried corpse that had just crawled out of a grave.

Blood clings to the bones and muscles, braided white and smooth skin, brown hair, blue eyes, and a pale beard.

Ten seconds.

Half of the blood on the ground was gone.

A handsome face with facial features similar to Adam's, but his eyes were numb from torture, and his handsome face full of vicissitudes and grief completely filled the skull frame.

William White blinked, took a deep breath of the earthly air, looked at his new body, and his expression was momentarily sad and joyful, and it was extremely complicated.

"Am I alive?"

Four pairs of eyes were fixed on the reborn.

Frankie, who was in a wheelchair, looked at the strong, energetic muscles, and a smile opened on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw a new self.

Otis, on the other hand, rubbed his hands together, enjoying the great sense of accomplishment summoned by the Assist Séance.

Dean looked at William with a life perspective, radiating red life light like the Hell Monk, and the intensity was about level 2, which showed that the Spell Disciple was far weaker than the orthodox Hell Monk.

Witness the whole process of his transformation from death to life, and the progress of the event has also reached 100%.

Adam fell to his knees at the séance table and looked up at the man, speechless with emotion.

William lowered his head, swept his gaze to several faces around him, and finally returned to the face in front of him, which was so thin that he could barely recognize it,

"Adam, how did you get so thin?"

"It doesn't matter."

"So you pulled me back?"

Adam excitedly stood up and hugged William tightly, tears welling up uncontrollably in his eyes, "Otherwise? Let me watch you suffer in hell! ”

"Hearing your words, I die without regrets." A hint of relief flashed in William's eyes, and he patted his son on the back, and grinned bitterly at the corners of his mouth, "But you saved me from torture and ruined my plans." ”

"What plan? What happened then and why did you go to hell? Will the séance fail? ”

"No, I succeeded." William shook his head with a gloomy expression, "I summoned Aurora, but she has lost her memory under the transformation of the Leviathan and led me to Hell as a stowaway. ”

Adam just wanted to ask.

Dean, who was watching the play next to him, suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes, and a slight sense of dissonance arose, and he instantly mobilized his mental power to roll up the two fathers and sons and move to the corner away from the séance.

In the next second, a red left hand stretched out from the open node above the table, the fingers were slender and delicate, but there was no skin or nails, and the tendons and phalanges were bloody in the air, opening and closing in horror, as if they were about to grasp something.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, a second humanoid creature descended from the node into the blood-stained hall.

She was covered in a black leather coat that covered her beautiful figure, with only her hands and face exposed, both of which had been stripped of their skin by torture.

Like most of the Hellish Monks, her beautiful face lacked eyebrows and hair, revealing the top of her head, and her skin and lips were as white as a dead man.

Two black rings pass through the corners of the mouth and join the collarbones tightly, forming two flag-like pieces of open skin.

And brown eyes swept coldly over the four people in the hall,

"Who, calling me?"

This voice is clear and tactful, but with a penetrating coldness, it goes straight into the cracks of human bones,

Adam, who had just been reunited with his father, swallowed his saliva uneasily, and a sense of familiarity from the depths of his soul welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but blurt out,

"You're Aurora?"

The pale face was exactly the same as the face of his mother that he had seen in photographs when he was a child.

But how did such a gentle and amiable mother become such a cold and unfamiliar appearance?

And William's heart was about to crack like a pain, and extreme remorse shot out of his red eyes, and he stretched out his right hand towards the woman from afar, as if he wanted to hold her hand,

"Aurora, I'm William, he's Adam, our boy, take a closer look at him, don't you remember?"

Child?

The tense face of the female Hell Monk slackened, and her indifferent eyes lost concentration and wavered for a moment, and then shook her head,

"I don't know Aurora, William, Adam, my name is Bloody Hand, the great Lord of Hell who stripped me of the skin of my hands as a warning because of my past sin of stealing the power of hell."

With her bloody hands clasped together on her chest, she slowly took a step closer to the four of them, and the tweezers, pliers, poke knives and other torture instruments around her waist rattled.

"And you, William, prisoner of hell, Leviathan's sentence is far from over, and you must go back with me to suffer."

"The callers of the transgression among you must also join this journey across the world."

Hmmm-

Her eyes swept over Dean with a Mexican poker face in the distance, the bald professor Otis with fanatical and intoxicated eyes, and the seriously ill French who was worried and frightened, as if she felt that these three quiet scumbags had no emotional value at all, her eyes turned straight to Adam, her nose breathed hard, and she took off a pair of tweezers from her waist, "Young man, it's you, sad, shocked, confused... What wonderful desires and emotions you will surely bring us supreme enjoyment. ”

She smiled softly and sent out a sweet invitation,

"Before we go back to Hell, let's celebrate."

"I take care of you like a child and give you joy."

"Of course, pure pleasure from hell, tenfold hundredfold."

Without waiting for Adam to agree, she suddenly clamped her fingertips with tweezers and pressed and pulled.

Click!

Adam screamed, his left index finger snapping back, revealing bone, and his fingernail was pulled off along with a piece of flesh.

The pain of tearing his body that was magnified dozens of times made him foam at the mouth and almost faint.

The monk slashed his palm with a scalpel like lightning, and Adam's palm opened with flesh and bones, and the wail became even louder.

"Stop!"

Seeing that the child was injured, William shouted, and his body turned into a gust of wind, and he threw himself at the monk at a speed far beyond the limit of ordinary people.

Trying to stop her telecast.

But the friar raised her hand lightly, like a fly, and slapped William far away against the glass windows around the hall, causing tiny particles of tempered glass to emerge.

Landing on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of internal organ fragments.

"Can't wait to join the feast? Come together, then," the friar opened her hands, the corners of her mouth grinning to the base of her ears, and the iron ring hooked a layer of skin on her collarbone like an open fin, and she hooked her hands around the hall,

Jingle bells...

There was a violent sound of metal colliding and sharps breaking through the air from the ceiling.

Hundreds of chains with sharp iron hooks smashed into the top of the four people's heads, and the black pressure pressed a group of pythons like falling from the sky, and the cold and shining fangs were about to tear people to pieces.

The sound of the chains radiated a large black light that shook people's hearts,

Otis and Frankie opened their mouths as soon as the light shone on them, and the painful memories that had been in their minds for a long time came back to their minds, making them tremble.

William recalls the greatest mistake of his life, sobbing guiltily and kneeling on the ground to atone for his sins.

Adam watched this scene in despair, the iron hook had not yet reached him, and the cold air and the strong smell of rust already made him feel an indescribable tingling.

Flesh and soul are shattered and trembling under the hooks of these rays...

At the same time, his pupils reflect the afterimage of the past - the experience when he and his girlfriend were tortured by the Hell's Angels to the point that life is worse than death.

Humiliation, anger, made his eyes moist and unable to breathe.

Is that the end of it, the family reunited in death?

……

But he didn't feel the pain and suffering he expected.

A dazzling cyclone of white-gold energy swept across his head, dissolving the whistling iron hooks in the sky, crashing into the glass wall on the east side of the hall and flying towards the sunset in the sky with a crackling sound.

Crystal glass shards poured down from the window frames, and the entire wall disappeared into thin air.

The warm morning light dispelled the gloom in everyone's hearts, and the embers of the past disappeared with the wind.

Not far away, Aurora, the monk of hell, fell straight to the ground, like a beast with its limbs bound by invisible chains, a mummy nailed to a sarcophagus.

Her eyes widened as she looked in vain at the Mexican in front of her, whom she had ignored in the first place.

The man who felt fear for the first time after becoming a monk of hell faintly exuded a smell that made her hateful.

The movement was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, and he pressed one hand against her neck, like grabbing the seven-inch vital point of a snake, so that she couldn't move at all.

"Creating illusions, manipulating the instruments of hell, amplifying the human senses... That's all the hellish monks do? Dean shook his head at Aurora, "It's too weak, you better reunite with your family honestly." Professor William, come here. ”

William White, who had been named, had not yet reacted to the sudden change and was stunned.

"Don't bother, come here, I'll help Aurora remember the past!"

"Mr. Kenny can be trusted!"

Adam shouted.

William then walked to Dean with his son in his arms.

Dean continued, "Try to think back to the good old days when you and Aurora lived. ”

William nodded, and Adam held Aurora's bloody, cold hand as a popsicle from left to right.

Gazing gently at her face that had been transformed into a strange one, she recounted the sweet times she spent with each other in the past.

"Remember how we first met? Outside the library gate at Ohio University, we bumped head-on, and the books fell to the floor, and my heart fell..."

Dean took the opportunity to reach out and get a little blood from William's forehead and started licking the memory.

Then his eyes looked at Aurora's indifferent eyes and activated the "Illusion Abyss" skill.

Walking slowly hand in hand under the maple trees on campus...

Gently caress his wife's bulging pregnant belly, and listen to the child's naughty movements...

Let's discuss the name of our son...

The beautiful images that Dean read from his blood were all turned into vivid illusions and instilled in the mind of Aurora, the monk of hell.

Awaken her memories buried by Leviathan.

The woman's originally cold face melted, and the mean and cruel sneer at the corner of her mouth unconsciously turned into a warm smile.

She looked away, her eyes quietly moistened, and a few tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing this, Dean slowly lifted the telekinesis that restricted her voice.

"William, I remember..."

"Adam, my child, you've grown so big."

The woman's eyes swept gently over her husband and son who were around her, and the two looked at each other in surprise and clasped her hands firmly.

A family of three huddled together.

"Aurora, great! You're finally recovered! ”

"Twenty years, do you know how I've lived?"

The woman looked at the two dearest relatives and softly told her experience,

"After entering Hell, my humble and fragile body was torn apart by countless unnamed torture instruments, and I remained awake, staring at my remnants and letting out a silent wail."

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, calling you to save me."

These words broke the warm atmosphere at the beginning.

The smile on William's face stiffened, and he took a deep breath and lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I betrayed your trust, it was my inability to make you suffer in hell for twenty years." ”

"You have experienced that torture for more than ten days, and you should know how terrible it is," said the friar, staring at her former husband with tears in her eyes, "so I quickly broke down and hatred grew in my heart, and I began to hate you for why you didn't hurry up and save me, and leave me alone in hell to suffer alone." ”

"I was wrong," William's tone was even more guilty, "I'm sorry for you." ”

"No, Aurora, it's not William's fault." Adam began to feel that something was wrong, and defended his father, "He has been guilty for so many years, he has spent almost all his time saving you, even sleeping, trying to save you, and even forgetting about my son." ”

"Although he lived, the pain he endured was no less than that of hell!"

"Listen to me, I understand, child," the woman said, revealing a beautiful and evil smile, the blood rings at the corners of her mouth tinking, "but at the end of the long torment, when I was officially transformed into a monk by Leviathan, Lord of Hell and God of Twist and Desire, William, I began to thank you. ”

Di's head tightened, remembering the name of the deity.

"Thank you for making me experience such extreme pleasure."

"What was once torture has become a supreme pleasure, beyond the boundaries of soul and body, beyond all that I have experienced on earth... The warmth between husband and wife and the joy of family reunion are just a speck of dust in the face of this pleasure. ”

The woman's eyes were misty, and her pale cheeks were dyed with a sickly red,

On the contrary, the faces of the two fathers and sons were miserable.

What kind of devilish statement is this?

Not far away, Otis and Frankie, who were close to the glass wall, seemed to hear some extremely filthy words, and clutched their chests and retched.

"For a long time, I helped Leviathan collect pain, and I learned to 'have fun' myself."

"I can't remember how many times I've reveled in the sound of the torture instruments in action. But there is always a flaw in my heart, as if I have lost a piece of a puzzle that cannot be filled, and I have never been able to make this happiness more completely and completely carry through me, soak me, and transform me. ”

Her eyes looked at the two family members and she was moved,

"I now know what is missing—how can I enjoy the gifts of the gods alone? I lack a family member who accepts happiness together. ”

"William, Adam, join me! I will take you to listen to the sound of blood splattering and flesh breaking, and we will flow through this sea of blood and the crying mountain together, and enjoy the wonderful scenery of hell. ”

"Come, my dearest, accept the transformation together," Aurora's originally clear eyes turned blood-red, and a bewitching voice echoed in the hall, "From this day forward, we are no longer Aurora, William, Adam, humble and weak mortals, we are desire and pain. ”

(End of chapter)