The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 98: “Angelo”

That was a "meat ball" stored in a glass bottle.

Or rather.

It was a long-dead embryo.

...What is this?

Lin Yiyi endured the pain and her mind went blank.

Her heart was filled with a strong sense of discomfort and disgust, and the barrage disappeared again:

"This is it...as long as there is this..."

A gasping, somewhat crazy voice came from the mouth.

The "painter" coughed and touched the glass bottle.

The basement, which was still churning with flesh and blood, suddenly became quiet.

The restless and restless flesh and blood polymer on the ground returned to calm, as if it had lost its life.

"...What's going on?"

And the skeletons...

The skeletons all looked at the painter.

Lin Yiyi suddenly felt that they seemed to...

...laughing?

But how is this possible?

"Ai Lei, Ai Lei... protect me!"

The painter stroked the bottle containing the "meat ball" and murmured in a low voice: "Let Angelo wake up...can you hear me? Ailee? Ailee?!"

"You said..."

Finally, the middle-aged man holding the hammer spoke.

He slowly walked into the light.

His right arm melted like liquid, falling to the ground and blending into his flesh and blood. The flesh was mixed with his blood and became quiet.

The green pupils were like a wild wolf that had lost everything.

His voice is not old, it can even be called young, but it is very vicissitudes of life.

"Is this Elle's child? Is his name Angelo...a good name."

The man whispered.

Then he stretched out his left hand to the painter and grasped it slightly in the air.

"[vomiting]."

He ordered.

Suddenly, the painter froze.

He suddenly started coughing violently and lost all strength.

With a surge in his throat, he could no longer hold the bottle containing "Angelo" and dropped it to the ground.

But because of the flesh and blood flowing on the ground, the bottle did not break... but floated lightly toward the man holding the hammer as if it had fallen into the sea. The faint sound of baby laughter filled the air.

But the painter suddenly gasped in fear, as if he had asthma, and his coughing became more severe.

Finally, he coughed up something.

He reached out his hand and pulled out the thing blocking his throat.

Then he was stunned.

That's...

An umbilical cord.

After he coughed it out, the umbilical cord suddenly ignited with colorful flames. As if he was electrocuted, he was bounced away by the umbilical cord and fell to the ground.

And the umbilical cord floated towards the man holding the hammer.

"...I see, [Stillborn Reincarnation]. Are you planning to use this ritual to resurrect Ai Lei?"

The man sneered: "Do you think the things you sacrificed can be resurrected by such a ritual with a low success rate?"

"Ai Lei? Ai Lei?!"

The painter ignored the man.

His voice was very frightening, even a bit sad: "Don't abandon me, Ailei! Ailei!"

"Ai Lei's... who do you think you are from Ai Lei's?"

The man holding the hammer had cold eyes.

"I, I am Ai Lei's father!"

The painter was wailing on the ground like an abandoned dog.

"——Shut up!"

The man with green eyes shouted angrily in a low voice: "I am Ailei's father!"

Hearing this, the painter's trembling body suddenly stopped.

His pupils dilated.

"You, you are...Baker..."

The painter said incoherently: "But you are not dead..."

The man holding the hammer just walked down and waved his left hand holding the umbilical cord gently - the umbilical cord was like a rope, and the other end was tied to the meat ball in the transparent sphere.

The end close to him went directly into his palm.

After the flesh ball was connected to the umbilical cord, it quickly began to expand. It gradually becomes huge and crushes the bottle.

It is like a balloon, suspended in the air and getting bigger and bigger.

The man holding the hammer became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But his eyes did not wander at all.

"I'm not dead."

The man called "Baker" said coldly: "You are just my substitute... From whom do you think Clara got her knowledge and rituals? She didn't dare to attack me. That’s why I found you after divorcing me.

"If I had been a week late, you would have been sacrificed to the 'Black Widow' by her. I saved your life now. I didn't plan to kill you at that time because Ai Lei needed a father... a There was no healthy mortal father haunted by the curse. So after killing Clara, I left the Frozen Water Port.

"It was my fault. I should have taken all the books away... This is my fault, I admit it. I was the one who harmed Ai Lei."

Baker's voice was filled with thick and deep malice.

The right side of his face also melted into black sludge, which fluctuated with his voice and echoed heavily: "I shouldn't believe in the self-control of mortals. You and Clara are basically the same person.

"But that's okay. I'm alone now, without any hope, without any memories... In this way, I have nothing to be afraid of."

He said, raising the hammer.

This ordinary-looking hammer is actually some kind of powerful curse.

After he aimed at the painter and raised the hammer ~IndoMTL.com~ the painter's body became frozen and unable to dodge...

But not before the hammer falls.

"Angelo" floats in the air like a balloon, the son of the painter and Elle.

But somewhere where Bucker couldn't see, he suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth.

Dive.

One bite.

——He bit off "Baker's" head directly.

His body below his head instantly turned into mud and fell to the ground.

The painter was stunned when he saw this scene.

Lin Yiyi was also shocked.

Even Annan, who was watching this scene from outside, was shocked.

What's going on?

The painter was still cowering in place in fear, panting heavily, without any sense of being saved: "...ha, drink...ha?

"Ai, Ai Lei? Is that you?!"

The "balloon" that swallowed Bakker's head did not reply.

It just suddenly began to expand, and colorful flames ignited on the surface. The air echoed with baby laughter.

Then it started to get bigger, bigger...

Never-ending growth.

Suddenly, Annan thought that there seemed to be a sentence mentioned in the newspaper:

"——After he rushed to the Morrison Gallery, he found the police officers fighting a "giant colorful flesh ball with flames all over its body."

Could it be... this?

This dead baby called "Angelo"?

An idea suddenly came to Annan’s mind:

If it is said that Airei’s soul has been sacrificed to Lord Skeleton, but Morrison’s “resurrection ceremony” was really successful...

...What kind of mess did this painter who knew nothing about the supernatural world bring to life?