I Founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Chapter 374: The False Lord of the Tomb Keepers

Although Heber Butler could not hear what Xingbu said, he knew that the other party must be communicating in a way that he could not perceive by looking at the eyes of the two people opposite him.

And looking at the intimate attitude of the two people before, he suddenly felt a strong jealousy and resentment in his heart. He envied the boy in front of him, and he resented the boy in front of him... He wanted to replace him.

Unexpectedly, his inner resentment seemed to have been noticed by Mr. Carville. The other party's nose twitched slightly, as if he could smell the sour and bitter taste of jealousy and hatred, and looked at him with some extremely indifferent eyes, as if he was looking at a pile of garbage or a weed.

"Kacha Kacha (Noisy guy... Miss Mary, do you mind if I punish you?)"

"Mr. Watson, please." Mary Morstan smiled and tapped her toes.

"Kacha (Thank you.)"

Then Heber Butler saw Mr. Carville stretched out his hand and flashed in front of his eyes. His consciousness suddenly became dazed, and the world seemed to be spinning.

When he woke up again, the night sky was already blooming with the dawn.

The faint morning light fell on the local Shanxin Mountain, and some rays of morning sun passed over the mountain and flowed into the basin below the mountain, reflecting the ruined ruins of Persepolis.

Although only a few broken carved columns and broken city walls were left, one could still see the grandeur and magnificence before it was destroyed by Alexander. This was once the largest and most magnificent enclosed stone palace in the world.

Heber Butler shook his confused head.

He had just woken up and felt very weak. His kidneys, which had been accidentally stabbed in his early years, were aching again. He couldn't help but want to punch his abdomen twice, using direct and significant impact pain to suppress the vague and difficult pain.

A series of cardiovascular diseases caused by the loss of a kidney also took effect at this moment. Heber Butler felt that his heart was weak and powerless, and there seemed to be blood clots in his head again. Dizziness and pain came like waves.

He couldn't help wanting to vomit, and he staggered from the seat of the carriage, struggling to stick his head out of the window, wanting to vomit as much as he could, to eject the food residues that were churning in his stomach.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was fruitless, and his stomach felt as heavy as if three pounds of soil were stuffed in it.

When he struggled to exhaustion and felt dizzy, he raised his head with difficulty and saw two figures that were also covered with golden light slowly coming down from the Kindness Mountain, which was covered with the golden light of the morning sun, like two little golden men walking on the golden mountain, reflected in his only remaining left eye.

The woman was charming and soft, and the man was strong and tough, just like a perfect pair.

It took Heber Butler three minutes to remember that these two were the distinguished guests who had arrived last night, Miss Sholto and Mr. Cavell.

He immediately recalled his professional qualities as a hotel butler, patted the inner wall of the carriage to wake up the coachman who was also sleeping with his head tilted, and ordered him to move the carriage slightly to welcome the two distinguished guests who had finished viewing the scenery, especially not to let the two guests see the smelly pool of blood he had vomited on the ground.

Heber Butler patted his cheeks hard, forcibly awakening a trace of healthy blood, and then squeezed out a well-trained professional smile.

"Good morning, Miss Sholto, Mr. Cavill!"

"Have you finished viewing the scenery of Persepolis? Do you need me to explain the history of this ruins to you... This Persepolis, in fact, is also called 'Takht-Jamshid' by the locals, which means 'Jamshid's throne'. The locals believe that this stone city was originally built by Jamshid, and the ancient Persian Empire was established on its old site-"

"Okay, no one wants to listen to you talking nonsense about historical documents here." Mr. Cavill interrupted him impatiently, opened the small door of the carriage and rushed in, and directly ordered: "Take us back to Shiraz."

Heber Butler couldn't help but tremble slightly, but still kept smiling and nodded.

For some reason, when he faced Mr. Cavill, who seemed to have just reached adulthood, he always felt a fear that was difficult to describe in words, as if he had met Mr. Cavill in a dream before.

But in that nightmare, he was just a beast tied to the slaughter table, and Mr. Cavell was the butcher holding a sharp knife.

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Shiraz, the so-called city of nightingales and roses, the hometown of poets.

But even with these beautiful titles, it cannot cover up the poverty and backwardness of this city.

Women wrapped in dark headscarves and men with beards came and went on the streets piled up with loess, but without exception, they showed awe and fear for the luxurious four-seater carriage galloping in the middle of the road.

The moment they saw the carriage driving into the street, the local residents hurriedly made way on both sides of the road so that the distinguished British guests could drive on the road unscrupulously.

Watson and Mary stayed in a manor that was not luxurious but could be called spacious and exotic. The servants and gardeners stood in front of the door and waited tremblingly. Judging from the deep eye sockets, they had obviously not slept all night and had been waiting for the arrival of the distinguished guests.

The two of them just took a short rest, then declined the so-called pilaf feast on the table and walked straight to the street.

Mary Morstan's blond and blue-eyed appearance immediately attracted the attention of many locals, and these eyes were mixed with awe, admiration, fear and unbearable evil desire.

Such a high-profile and conspicuous appearance is obviously not suitable for completing the secret work of investigating the secret master of the tomb keeper.

So Watson and Mary turned into a dark alley where no one cared, and when they came out, they had completely changed their appearance, becoming a bearded local man pulling his wife with a cloth wrapped around her head.

According to the clues obtained from the tomb keeper cavalry, they should follow the guidance of the beating drums and the guidance of the hot breath to find the door symbolizing the residence of the secret master of the tomb keeper.

Neither of them has the fiery casting phase, nor is it a qualified person with the blood of the tomb keeper, so they can't feel the hot breath guiding the way.

But Watson and Mary are both Wuxi people with heart phase, and their heart phase has grown to the fourth level, and the range of heart phase perception is already 500 yards away.

The two of them now divided the work and focused their telepathic perception in different directions, so that they could listen to all the heartbeats within a radius of 700 yards.

Weak mortals, young mortals, old mortals, mortals who were about to die... One heartbeat after another was highlighted in the telepathic map of the two people, but unfortunately, they were all fragile hearts, completely without any power.

The two of them did not give up, but just continued to walk on the street arm in arm like an ordinary local couple, measuring this decayed and dilapidated city with their steps.

At noon when the sun was high above their heads, the search work finally paid off.

"I found it." Watson stopped and looked at the yellow desert soil beyond the edge of the city.

In a high-walled manor 680 yards away from their location, he heard a hot and brisk heartbeat. The heart beat fast but lightly, and each contraction and expansion seemed to pump a hot flow like hot spring water - it was an infantryman who was guarding the periphery of the manor.

Mary immediately understood Mr. Watson's meaning and also converged the range of her heart perception, converging the 180-degree semicircle into a 30-degree fan, like a burst of thunder that cut through the night and dark clouds, shooting straight at the manor in the distance.

The invisible and intangible thunder of the heart had crossed a distance of 700 yards in an instant, and directly roared with terrifying thunder inside this secret manor!

The new tomb keepers inside the manor who had just understood the secret of thunder suddenly felt a sharp pain in their hearts, and couldn't help but let go of the swords they were holding for defense.

Some of the new tomb keepers who were practicing fighting with their companions were unable to control the strength in their hands. They threw the swords and pierced the chests of their companions who were in heartache and unable to resist. The eagerly beating hearts sprayed a lot of blood, splashing the face of the new tomb keepers who accidentally killed their friends.

Before the alarm was sounded, a dark fog that only existed in the imaginary world had enveloped the entire manor.

The palpitating and heart-wrenching new tomb keepers screamed in panic. They were just newcomers who had just entered the secret world. They had not even had time to complete the full set of training content of the tomb keepers. They were just a group of weak mental and physical recruits.

Screaming, struggling, fear, despair... All kinds of negative emotions began to erode their remaining reason and calmness as darkness gradually descended.

Everything visible in the field of vision seemed to be distorted, and the faces of the companions began to grow buds waiting to bloom, like colorful tumors, which made people feel unprecedented horror at a glance.

Not to mention that the densely packed tumorous flower buds on the face seemed to be vibrating slightly, and the gathered petals seemed to be about to bloom, making the stamens like slender long tongues start to dance wildly with excitement, and even licked my face! ! !

The new tomb keeper, who could not bear the horrifying scene in front of him, picked up the slippery and twisting blade snake with nausea, and suddenly shouted and swung the blade straight at the companion with strange flowers on his face, directly cutting off the disgusting and creepy face!

The wildly twisting blade snake in his hand became more and more excited after tasting the blood, and a small mouth full of fangs suddenly opened at the sword guard, bursting out a series of creepy shrill laughter!

This harsh and noisy laughter also spread to the minds of other new tomb keepers, who only felt extremely irritable and depressed in their hearts, and had an unbearable impulse to fight and kill blood.

"What the hell are you laughing at?!" The angry new tomb keeper drew his sword and chopped at his companion holding the laughing snake blade. With just one stroke, he cut off the opponent's arm holding the sword. Blood gushed out and sprinkled on the laughing blade snake, which stimulated it to laugh again and again.

"Stop making so much noise, so much noise, so much noise!!!" The manic new tomb keeper punched the laughing blade snake again and again, not realizing that his fists had been torn to the bone by the wild dance of the blade snake.

"Ahhh, I can't stand it. Your laughter is really too ugly!!!" The mentally collapsed new tomb keeper waved the blade randomly and cut off his ears directly. Now the world finally became quiet.

"Ahhh——Who is stabbing me in the back door!!!" A new tomb keeper was suddenly stabbed in the back by a malicious companion.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! My heart hurts so much! It hurts so much that it seems to jump out!"

The chest of the new tomb keeper with a hideous face was already bulging high, and the muscles at his heart were thumping and shrinking. He could no longer bear this heart that seemed to have self-awareness. He resolutely took out the training sword and cut open his chest, taking out the wildly beating heart. A small mouth full of fangs seemed to have grown out of the scarlet flesh and blood, grinning sinisterly.

With a snap, the grinning heart was thrown directly to the ground, and then a big foot fell from the sky and crushed it to pieces.

The heartless new tomb keeper fell on his heart that had been rotten into meat paste with a satisfied and peaceful smile.

When the two British visitors who had torn off their disguises slowly walked into this secret manor with blood all over the ground, only a group of half-dead new tomb keepers were left in the blood all over the ground. They were still shrouded in the darkness that could not be dissolved like thick ink. The light of reason had been completely extinguished, and they could not realize that the shadow of death was gradually spreading.

They couldn't even feel the pain in their bodies, rolling around in the pool of blood like children playing in the mud.

"Hehe, it's so fun, so fun, so fun~"

"Mud is fun! Blood is delicious! Minced meat is rotten~~~"

"Woohoo~ I already know the secret of blood and flesh. It turns out that this is what the heart looks like after being dissected... Hehe, I really should open up more chests of other people. I also want to see if other people's hearts also have a nasty little mouth... I want to tear up that stinky mouth that can only laugh all the time!!!"

"Hehe, butterfly, beautiful butterfly with gorgeous wings~~~ Woo, oh, ugly, thin and black moth... Mom, I want to find mom, woo woo woo~~~"

The butterfly and the ugly moth waded hand in hand through the pool of blood that was still steaming, and stepped into the sunny manor, just like slowly flying into the flower garden, flying into the bright flowers with rotten flesh and blood.

But when they followed the loudest heartbeat and entered the hall deep in the manor, what caught their eyes was a heart-shaped furnace made of sand and soil pumping out red-hot iron slurry, not the mysterious master of the tomb keeper.

This was just a casting furnace that could simulate a strong heartbeat.

The heart furnace that kept beating seemed to be able to sense the arrival of the two people with bad intentions, and suddenly began to beat abnormally excitedly!

Boom——

The beating heart-shaped furnace burst out with dazzling light and heat, and the violent heat completely engulfed the entire manor.

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