"I just listened to my inner voice and followed my inner choice!"

Deerming, who was praised, had tears in his eyes, and his artistic behavior was finally recognized.

The person in front of him is not like those experts who are full of nonsense,

Those people have always added his great achievements to some wandering murderers, and this person really understands his heart and understands his art.

The behavior of those experts made him angry.

He had always looked down on the murderers, who had never known only savage slaughter, and had no idea how gorgeous it was to appreciate the 'Fireworks of Death'.

"But there's no denying that you've helped me."

"At the very least, I should thank you Liao!"

Thorndike let go of the palm that caressed his cheek and said softly.

The disappearance of this kind of skin contact with his confidant made Delming feel a sense of loss, the last time he was so happy, I don't know how many years ago.

If you think about it, I think it was the first time I plunged the tip of a knife into my sister's heart!

Deleming had only one idea at the moment, to make this man his most outstanding specimen, to keep him with him forever.

Life has a confidant, what more can a husband ask for!

"You're welcome, I'm not going to ask for anything in return." Deleming was still shyly refusing, but suddenly saw a scarlet light shoot out of the wall, like spilled blood.

Then the wall shook, cracked open, and a slender black shadow slowly walked out of the passage through the crack in the wall.

"What are you going to do? What's going on? ”

Delemin, who was kneeling on the ground, leaned back in fright by the changes in front of him.

"Oh, it's not an easy moment!"

"This confidant of yours has sold your soul to an eternal curse, Mr. Delming."

With wails and the clanging of chains, the Keyhole Friar stepped out.

"But don't worry!"

"This curse is only a trivial short-term pain."

As the cold words fell, dozens of iron drills flew out with wires, pierced into Delming's body, and turned into suddenly growing thorn balls, emerging from his body.

Deleming, the killer artist who killed dozens of people, was torn to shreds.

The Keyhole Monk, who had done all this, turned his head to look at Thorndike, who was slightly stiff to the side.

"Bring back fond memories of the past, Thorndike?"

As he spoke, the Iron Thorn Ball slowly retracted into an iron brazen and disappeared into the room.

Thorndike, who saw the disappearance of the hell torture equipment, breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and then said indignantly:

"Beautiful fart, I'd rather have amnesia!"

He glanced around, walked to the corner, and put on his dirty old clothes that had been hastily piled aside.

Stacked here are the remnants of the victims' clothes.

"It is a very wise thing that you have chosen to present the soul of Mr. Delming."

"His relevant experience will surely become a clever pawn in the holy war."

The Keyhole Monk, who had already taken Delming's soul, was still in the room at this time, without the slightest intention of leaving.

"What a nice thing to say! When my skin was first punctured by your iron drill, you must have pretended to be like that, right? ”

Thorndike was now trousers on, picked up an old brown shirt, and walked down the unclosed basement door to the bedroom.

"It makes me sad that you talk in such a tone about the days we spent together, Thorndike."

"Well, for the sake of old friends, I still have to advise you." The Keyhole Monk slowly walked out of the basement with a playful expression, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Thorndike.

"Save it, I don't want to hear those heartfelt complaints about pain."

"Now, I've got to flash before the police rush in to find Delming!"

Thorndike walked to the gate and reached for the handle of the lock, only to find that it was stuck, as if it had been welded to the iron door, and could not be twisted at all.

He knew that this was definitely the work of the Keyhole Hell Monks.

"Open the door, open the door, why is the door lock stuck!"

"What's going on!" Thorndike, who was twisting the door lock frantically, suddenly felt a burst of dizziness and sharp pain all over his body, and an endless feeling of soreness and weakness was pounding on his brain.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at the Keyhole Monk, and said angrily, "Despicable, you didn't redeem your promise!" ”

"Damn the devil, I've been tricked by you again!"

"You can't say that, the deal is over, and you got your wish." The monk approached slowly from the door of the basement.

"What are you talking about, it's all your rhetoric!"

"My. My fingers! ”

Thorndike suddenly felt a strong sense of weakness in his palm gripping the doorknob, and he lost consciousness.

Looking down,

His palms and even his entire arms turned black and blue, his skin was translucent and puffy, and the subcutaneous fat was like bubbles in a fermented dough, bulging out of his skin and shattering one by one.

The soft muscles, which can no longer hold the nails, begin to fall off piece by piece.

And his face also appeared moist and swollen, and from time to time, fragments of skin fell off, falling to the ground like jelly and turning into a gel-like substance.

He's rotting!

"Oh, rotting, decomposing, fading. What an intuitive and wonderful process! The Keyhole Monk let out a voice of admiration.

"I need a doctor! Get a doctor to help, I don't want to die! Lao Tzu wants to live! ”

Thorndike exclaimed, and was so frightened that he touched his face with his hand,

However, like a rotten sauerkraut fish poked and picked up by chopsticks, a large piece of his face immediately fell off, revealing his yellowed cheekbones.

His body was decaying and dissolving at an accelerated rate.

In just a moment, only a skeleton remained.

"You are indeed born again, Thorndike!"

"But your new flesh is made out of dead man, you know."

"Dead things will rot!"

Step by step, the Keyhole Hell Monk approached, and a cold voice that gradually became clear forced into Thorndike's mind like a virus.

"The dead will rot. The dead will rot."

"No, you're a liar, damn devil, and I'm not going to go back to hell again!"

The skeletal Thorndike was on the ground, crawling along the corner of the wall, towards the bedroom.

"Are you going to abandon your home in hell and come out and go back?"

"What?!"

While looking at Thorndike with mocking eyes, the keyhole monk who slowly approached suddenly froze,

The sarcastic words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Because he didn't walk along the corner like Thorndike, he stepped on the carpet in the living room.

Although the thin guy had been killed by Dai Erming, Wu Heng was receptive to his work process.

At the very least,

He drew the dissolution array on the 'Holy Rites'.

"Here, there is a binding spell array!"

"Thorndike, your soul is in such a situation, and you still have the heart to arrange people to carve the binding formation, it seems that your potential still has room to dig deeper."

"But, you've me off too!"

The Keyhole Monk stood still and couldn't move anymore, he said in an angry tone.

This kind of behavior is a joke and fool of the maintainers of order,

It is an unforgivable thing.

"Do you think this terrible bondage spell can trap me for long!"

The Keyhole Monk pressed his hand to the void in front of him, and a protective shield-like ripple appeared out of thin air within the bounds of the Binding Array.

With a slight force, his nails like sharp needles pierced the transparent cover of the restraint array.

After a while, the first joint of the finger also stretched out, and then accelerated its spread.

And the crawling skeleton Thorndike,

Although I heard the monk's roar, I didn't know what the other party meant, and what madness he was making.

About that book, in fact, it was just Delming's behavior, he was pursuing the path of art, always looking for inspiration, and the bloody pictures of that book gave him a lot of tips.

Thorndike didn't care about that, since the monk couldn't move anymore, that's a good thing.

He immediately struggled and continued to crawl into the bedroom,

I came to the end of the bed.

Holding on to the wall with difficulty, he curled up, and his bones creaked and cracked, because it was not only flesh that would rot, but also bones.

Although compared to meat and fat, bones can hold longer.

Thorndike had no time to care about this, and there was only one thought in his mind at this time:

"Close the open passage."

He stretched out his trembling bone claws and groped his way up, approaching the three keyholes that had been enlarged several times.

Stuck a bony finger into one of them and began to twist,

As the lock lane turned, like a tightened hydraulic pliers, Thorndike's fingers were completely churned into bone powder by the shrinking keyhole, breaking from the root of his fingers.

It was repeated twice.

With three fingers missing, a sound of vibration was heard all around, and the walls of the basement began to move.

"Thorndike, you can't escape, I'll make you repent!"

The keyhole monk, who had already broken through most of the restraint array and was about to get out of the trap, shouted, and a burst of electricity came out, and his body became illusory, and he was sucked into the keyhole and disappeared.

And the lock on the wall was also completely rotten, falling off the ground and making a loud noise.

Thorndike was also lying on the floor completely weak, his bones were too rotten, at this time, he hoped that the police could quickly track down Deleming and find this place immediately.

"It looks like it's over."

Wu Heng, who had been hiding in the distance, noticed the disappearance of the cold hellish aura in House 4C, and knew that the Hell Monk had left there.

"It's a pity that guy, if you hurry up and don't pretend to be forced, you will have time to leave after drawing the dissolution array."

He then turned into smoke and flew to Room 4C.

If you dare to come here directly, you naturally don't just rely on your breath to judge.

Although the locksmith was torn to shreds, the button-shaped pinhole camera that accompanied the debris was still in the corner of the room.

The camera is focused on the wall, and you can't see the inside of the house, but you can hear the sound.

Including the conversation between Thorndike and the Keyhole Hell Monk, Wu Heng, who was very good at hearing, heard everything clearly.

If it's before the last episode,

He simply did not dare to engage in such snooping.

Because in the movie, even the descendants of the toy craftsman who made the mourning box use a robot to open the mystery box in outer space.

The summoned nail head can still detect the people who are watching from the earth through satellite monitoring.

even directly traced the other party's location.

With Wu Heng's previous level, if he wanted to monitor through the camera, he would probably be discovered by the Keyhole Hell Monk this time.

The peeping of the gaze is an act that can be detected.

Don't say it's a hellish monk,

Even if it's an ordinary person,

I often feel that someone is looking at me for no reason, and I can also feel the other person's gaze from which direction it comes from.

The reason why Wu Heng dared to do this this time,

It was because he fused the Stone of Loraille to form the Prison of Thought.

This makes his soul, his thinking, protected layer by layer,

His peep did not come from the same space, there were layers of dreams in between, seemingly short distances, but in fact they were separated by unknown distances.

It's like standing on the earth and looking up at space, and no astronaut will notice that the person is simply staring at him.

The same is true for the Keyhole Hellfriars.

In this era, there is no such pinhole camera, and even the camera has not yet entered daily life, he does not understand the camera, and he cannot feel the peeping gaze on the other end of the lens.

Naturally, it was regarded as an ordinary radio and simply ignored.

It was only after completely confirming the information in the house that Wu Heng pushed open the door and walked in.

He first glanced at the position of the carpet,

It had turned into a puddle of rags, scattered on a binding array of salt, and the salt particles were all black and showing signs of dissolving.

Feeling the surrounding aura again, Wu Heng came to the bedroom.

Hearing the footsteps of people entering the house, Thorndike immediately held a broken calf bone in the palm of his hand, lay on the ground and began to play dead.

He was so weak that his teeth were rotting and he had to be replenished with blood immediately.

It's better to have a fresh body.

"Hello, it seems that your situation is not good, do you need me to call an ambulance for you?" A gentle voice reached Thorndike's ears.

But the sound was two meters away from him, which was completely beyond the burst distance of his current state.

Damn, get closer!

The skeletal version of Thorndike is motionless.

"Don't you speak, it seems that you are dead, then I will go, this bloody place, just burn it."

"Wait!"

Thorndike panicked at the sound of his intention to leave, and he immediately stopped him, and if he delayed any longer, he would be 'voluntarily' sent back to hell without the Keyhole Monk taking action.

Thorndike shuddered at the thought of the angry monk and the possible consequences, he must not let this happen!

"I can still speak, do I need to call an ambulance for you?"

"I'm an exorcist, there's a murderer in this house, he's summoned demons, I finally banished demons, but I've become like this, can you help me?" Thorndike hurriedly lied about his skeletal image.

After all, a talking skeleton is evil no matter how you look at it.

"How can I help you?" Wu Heng took a step closer and asked curiously.

"Help me up and take me to the basement where there is what I need!"

As Thorndike spoke, he clenched the bone spur in his hand and shouted frantically in his heart: One step closer, as long as he takes one step closer, I can fly up.

You can live, you can live!

"I see." Wu Heng raised his foot and wanted to step forward, but in Thorndike's expectant eyes, he took it back again.

"Forget it, let's call an ambulance for you, after all, I'm not a professional rescuer."

Thorndike felt his bones about to turn to ashes, and he burst into tears, yelling, "Enough, don't mention any ambulances." ”

"Lao Tzu has become a skeleton, can those human doctors treat skeletons?"

"Hurry up and help me up, don't waste time with this nonsense, I'm dying!"

When Wu Heng heard this, he immediately put away his gentle smile, stared at Thorndike expressionlessly, stepped forward, shattered the bones of his whole body, and pinched the only remaining skull:

"You know it's a waste of time, and you still give me this set?"

"I ask, you answer!"

(End of chapter)

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