"Impolite summoners, keep in awe and fear, from the rites of hell. ”

A dark red figure emerged in the endless sea of fire, like a horse, with horns on its head and the melodious sound of the piano echoing.

"It worked!"

Tang Ning was pleasantly surprised, looked at the figure that gradually became clear in the endless sea of fire, and quickly looked for the corresponding one among the six cards he wore on his chest.

"It's Andesia, Duke of Hell. ”

Hold the card in your hand and face the other person.

Then another figure emerged from the sea of fire!

A chariot with a blazing fire rushed out of the endless sea of fire with a loud tapping sound, and at the helm of the carriage were two beautiful girls, chanting melodious and cheerful songs.

Tang Ning quickly selected the corresponding card from the five remaining cards on his chest to confirm the identity of the comer.

"Count of Hell, Berial. ”

Once you've confirmed your identity, hold up the card to face the other person.

Approaching, the carriage hovered in mid-air, and the two girls held their heads high.

Next, a colorful flamingo soared out of the endless sea of fire, its crisp chirping through the void, hovering for a few weeks before landing on the edge of the carriage and appearing as a human.

"The Marquis of Hell Shan Calabi. ”

After confirming the card pattern, Downing repeated the previous action and pointed the card at the new person.

"There are already three people, and there should be three more. ”

Tang Ning observed the three of them, thinking like this, and continued to look at the sea of fire.

With a horse's roar, a winged flying horse galloped in the endless sea of fire, and immediately rode a handsome man, and when he got closer, he bent down slightly to signal.

"Prince of Hell, Syr. ”

In the end, two figures appeared at the same time in the endless sea of fire.

On the left is a person whose face is difficult to distinguish gender, holding a book in his right hand, and the flames in the sea of fire extend out of the flame steps, climb the stairs, and stop in front of him.

"Duke of Hell Dantarin. ”

On the right, a man holding a long whip walked forward in the void, and when he got closer, he waved the long whip with a loud noise, shaking the void and churning in an endless sea of fire.

"The Marquis of Hell Andumari. ”

Holding six cards in his left hand and facing the six people in front of him, and holding the orb scepter in his right hand, Tang Ning glanced at the huge waves of fire that seemed to be touching him in the endless sea of fire under his feet, and couldn't help but shrink his body.

He had a lot of things he wanted to ask and hope to get answers, but at the moment his mind was a little confused because of nervousness, so he didn't just need to start asking, he pondered for a moment and went straight to the point.

"How can I go back to the world I was?"

No one answered, and the demons of Hell who came let out a terrible laugh.

"Is there anyone willing to answer me?"

Tang Ning listened to the laughter and asked eagerly.

But then the six figures gradually disappeared, and the sea of fire under their feet gradually returned to normal land.

"Wait, you haven't answered my question yet. ”

Downing was desperate to catch up.

"Bang"

There was a crisp sound, and everything in front of me disappeared completely after the crisp sound, and the night reappeared, and the moonlight was bright.

The long-necked copper bottle in front of him fell to the ground, and the water flowed to the ground, blowing over the candles and triangular prisms.

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly went to the stream to fetch water, repositioned the copper bottle, then dried the candle with his clothes, re-lit it, held the glass triangular prism, carefully used his fingers to slightly repair the six-pointed star pattern on the sheepskin that was washed away by the water, and continued to silently recite the summoning spell.

But several times in a row, nothing worked.

A disappointed Downing stood in front of the sheepskin, a little lost, and the summoning was useless.

I didn't get the information I wanted to know, and I didn't get any special abilities!

It's like nothing happened.

"That's ......?"

Tang Ning was a little angry and scolded.

After cursing for a while, he looked lost, put away what he was looking at, and returned to his residence with the sack on his back.

Slumped on the edge of the bed, waited for his mood to stabilize a little, and thought about what he had just experienced.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with my ritual?"

The "Third Key" is only a fragment, and the information I see is naturally incomplete.

"It should be because the information is incomplete, we have to find a way to find more information about The Third Key, where is the rest?"

......

The bells of the early morning are rhythmic.

This is the standard funeral bell that rings when anyone in the town is buried, and is located at the top of the local chapel.

Awakened by the sound of the bell, Tang Ning realized that he had slept with his clothes last night, and he was so tired.

The bells signal that the funeral is about to begin!

I washed up quickly, rushed out the door, trotted all the way, picked up the breakfast that had been prepared from Ms. Tiffany's breakfast point, and rushed to the cemetery.

The cemetery of normal people is located a kilometer outside the town, which is not far away.

Arriving at the site of the cemetery, there were quite a few people.

Directly in front of the cemetery was a phalanx of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau, with members of the local police station on the left and only one person on the right, the judging samurai Royce from the Church Adjudication Order, who was apparently not in attendance.

The second camp is the members of the local Magical Society, including Strong Drake, who rents some magical artifacts to himself.

The third camp at the back is some of the local townspeople.

Alex has a good reputation in the town, so many people came to see him off spontaneously.

Except for the ruling samurai, a black coat and a black hat.

Downing tiptoed through the crowd and got to the back of the Paranormal Events Bureau phalanx, so that he could be noticed as little as possible about his late behavior.

It was only after he stood still that a voice came from ahead.

"Stewart, why are you here, come here. ”

Hearing this, Tang Ning was a little embarrassed, gestured to those who were looking at him, and then walked to the coffin next to the grave.

Cross stood in front of the coffin, which had not yet been covered, with a surprised expression.

"You don't look like a lazy person these days, and today is the time you shouldn't be late. ”

Faced with the accusations, Downing was a little overwhelmed.

"But the ceremony has just begun, it's not a big problem, you will help the coffin with us later. ”

Cross reassured him after reassuring him, and put a white chrysanthemum in the young man's chest.

According to the etiquette of this world, half of the coffin bearers are the closest people to the deceased, and it is an honor to be able to hold the coffin for Alex.

Downing stood by the coffin, and at this moment the clergy of the local chapel were praying for the deceased, and Mrs. Alex stood closest to the grave and sobbed quietly.

This form took a long time, and after the embarrassment was relieved, Downing was bored and looked around.

When his eyes touched the corpse in the coffin that had not yet been covered, he made a sudden "ah" sound.

This interrupted the ceremony, and everyone looked at it.

Cross looked back at the frightened young man, a puzzled expression.

"What's the matter, Stewart, are you sick and completely out of shape today. ”

Tang Ning's face blushed, and after he settled down, he pointed to the coffin.

"Corpse ......"

"Is there something wrong with the corpse?" Cross frowned.