Chapter 90 Rookie

North District, Arka Street.

Copusty Reed was sitting in an easy chair in the living room, dazed, with a fireplace burning charcoal in front of him.

As a senior public school teacher, his salary is more than 4 pounds a week, which is enough for him to live quite well as a single person. However, the clothes he wears at home have many patches, and the tea cups on the table are also very simple.

Without taking off her wig, Copusti is most notable for her high cheekbones and slightly dimpled breasts—a deformity in which the breastbone protrudes forward.

A collection of poetry written in the ancient Fusac language was spread out on his knees, but he hadn't turned a page for a long time.

Kapusti stared blankly without focus, and suddenly heard someone chuckle next to his ear:

"I'm very puzzled. You didn't run away and stayed at home. Aren't you afraid of the police coming?"

The voice was deep and hoarse, like a boy undergoing a voice change.

Kapusti shuddered and almost jumped out of the easy chair.

He suddenly looked sideways, and saw a figure sitting on the sofa a few steps away!

The figure was wearing a summer linen shirt and light trousers, and his face was hazy, making it difficult to see clearly.

"You, who are you? What are you doing here?" Copusti asked repeatedly while holding the handrail tightly.

Klein, who had used his hallucination ability, leaned back, clasped his hands, and said leisurely:

"Last night, heh, it should be early this morning. I just saved you."

"Saved us?" Kapusti relaxed a little when he saw that the other party didn't seem to be too malicious, "You, are you that person in the woods? You solved the dead body we awakened?"

While speaking, he moved rather awkwardly, showing obvious fear.

He could sneak in without me being conscious, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to resist... A similar thought flashed through Kapusti's mind.

"You are lucky enough, I just passed by, otherwise there would be a lot of corpses, corpses that were bitten into pieces." Klein smiled and said, "Back to our question just now, I'm curious, how dare you stay?" at home,

Do you know what crime you have committed? "

From Kapusti's performance before and after the "Resurrection Ceremony", he confirmed that the other party is a rookie, and it is impossible for him to have the skills to hide his true emotions. Finally, check it with divination.

"I, I know that buying corpses without permission and digging up other people's graves are all crimes that can land me in prison for more than ten years, and, moreover, I will definitely be punished by the church." Kopp, who looks less than 30 years old Steve took a breath and smiled bitterly, "However, as long as there are no major problems, those children and their parents will not report on me, because they did the same thing, even if they made meritorious deeds and their sentences were reduced, You'll end up in jail for a while, too."

"Heh." Copusti laughed at himself, "Some children have already told their parents about my identity, and they asked the gangsters to warn me and ask me to resign within a week and stay away from school. I agreed."

Klein nodded slightly:

"It's a good thing to change the environment. Of course, don't do similar things again. It is a great evil to deceive ignorant children to commit crimes."

"No, never again. I actually didn't expect it to be so dangerous. I just saw that they have the same hobbies as me, so I wanted to teach them and lead them to find the mystery of eternal life. As for digging graves, A long time ago, as did many doctors," Copusti sighed with horror.

His emotional color matches his current state... It doesn't sound like he is a member of the Spiritual Cult... Klein thought for a while and asked directly:

"Where did you learn the 'spirit dance'?"

"Spirit dance? Ah, I call it the death dance." Copusti was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "It was taught to me by an old gentleman."

"An old gentleman?" Klein asked.

Kopusti was in a trance with the memory:

"He was a homeless man who passed out on my doorstep due to a serious illness."

"I didn't know he was sick at the time. I thought it was just fainted, so I helped him back home, gave him a hot towel, and applied medicated oil to him."

"When he regained consciousness, asked me not to send him to the hospital or clinic, and mentioned that death is not the end."

"I have experienced the death of my parents and several relatives, and I am very interested in similar things, so I chatted with him and found that he has profound knowledge and amazing philosophy in this area. His curiosity about me seems to be I was also very satisfied, and finally even performed the miracle of killing a mosquito and waking it up again.”

From the beginning... I have read at least ten similar books in my previous life, all of which kindly picked up a dying grandfather to return home, and then got an adventure... The corner of Klein's mouth twitched and said:

"So, you left him at home?"

Kopusti nodded solemnly and said:

"Yes, if not for the lack of time, I even want to be his student."

"In those few days, he taught me the death dance and taught me a lot of knowledge. Unfortunately, this time was too short. As soon as I entered the state, he died, leaving only a copper whistle."

Before the words fell, Kapusti took out a copper whistle with exquisite workmanship and no appearance of antiquity:

"This is it."

I also have one...probably ancestor-level...Klein complained, and asked thoughtfully:

"How long ago was this? What did he look like? Where did you bury him?"

"Half a year ago, his most obvious features were gray hair and red spots on the side of his face. He asked me to bury him in the garden behind." Kapusti calculated the next day.

It's not Mr. Azik, but there is a high probability that he is a member of the Spiritual Cult, and the sequence may not be low... Klein turned to ask:

"In addition to the 'Spirit Dance', you learned the 'Resurrection Ritual'?"

"I've just learned half of that ritual, and I can only improve it gradually based on the scattered knowledge and folklore I found." Kapusti replied very honestly.

Perfected by folklore? Oh, that poor black cat, may the goddess bless you... Klein resisted the urge to draw a crimson moon on his chest.

"Other than that?" he asked.

"Well, there is also this copper whistle, I think it is the key to communicating with the world beyond the senses." Kapusti raised his hand and blew, and said with emotion, "Every time I finish blowing, I can feel the surroundings become cold , I feel like someone is watching me, I feel like someone is pulling me..."

While he was speaking, in Klein's eyes with "Spirit Vision" turned on, patterns like water rippled on the ground, followed by a gloomy atmosphere, and the fire and lights dimmed a bit.

Immediately afterwards, a skull with three dead fish eyes appeared there, and around the skull were black, articulated tentacles entangled in a mess.

A tentacle stretched out, sometimes touching Kapusti's leg, sometimes pulling his clothes, appearing quite impatient, but Kapusti didn't respond at all, as if he didn't notice it at all.

This is the messenger, right? The copper whistle is used to summon the corresponding messenger... What do you mean by summoning it and not giving it a letter? Klein was a little dazed.

At this time, Kopusti looked at him excitedly:

"Did you feel it? It's getting cold around here! The gas lamps are dimming too!"

"Really, someone is watching me and pulling me!"

The scary-looking courier tried his best to touch Kopusti over and over again, but in the end he still didn't receive the letter, and he went back to the "underground" helplessly.

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly as he watched silently in his heart:

"I take back what I just said, he is not a vegetable, he is a pick of the vegetable."

"He's not a Extraordinary at all!"

"I thought he was the kind who just got started in occultism, but now it seems that he hasn't even found the door yet..."

"The 'Corpse Collector' of Sequence 9 of the 'Reaper' pathway can directly see ghosts and spirit bodies..."

Combined with Kapusti's performance of ordering the living corpse with a copper whistle after the ceremony, Klein completely believed that he was not lying, so he couldn't help but sighed silently.

Immediately, he thought of a question:

"If you write a note to the messenger just now, where will it be sent?"

"A real member of the Spiritual Cult? A senior member?"

Suppressing this thought, Klein nodded and said:

"It's gotten really cold."

After responding, he quickly changed the topic: "Since the death of that old gentleman until now, have you ever felt anything unusual?"

"Well... not before, but in the past two weeks, I occasionally feel that someone around me looks like a corpse, the kind that can be awakened." Kopusti asked half afraid and half puzzled, "Is this a hallucination?"

Consistent with Yatru's statement, he didn't lie... Klein glanced at the color of Kapusti's aura, and sincerely reminded:

"I suggest that you go to church at least three times a week for the next two months, attend mass, and listen to prayers."

"If you don't want to do this, you can reserve a tomb for yourself first."

"Okay..." Copustil responded slightly disappointed.

He thought it was a sign of his improvement!

Klein thought about it, and said in a commanding tone:

"Take me to see the old gentleman's body."

"Ah? Okay." Copusti wanted to refuse, but he recognized the reality in an instant.

He took the tools and led Klein out through the back door of the kitchen, into the garden with withered vegetation, and stopped in front of a crooked tree.

Klein stood by and watched Kapusti skillfully dig up the soil, exposing the stone slabs below.

After finishing the upper layer, Kapusti used tools to forcefully pry open the stone slab.

puff!

The stone slab was pressed against the soil dug out just now, and the crimson moonlight that faintly pierced through the clouds was sprinkled into the not-so-deep tomb.

Kapusti stared subconsciously, suddenly screamed, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

In the tomb, there were no rotting corpses, and no bones. The bottom floor was covered with patches of white feathers, stained with pale butter!