Wisps of black mist overflowed from the mummy and entered along the wound on Mrs. Sidra's chest. This was a kind of guidance. She used her body as a container and her soul as a lubricant to use herself.

as a carrier of consumption.

The totem inheritance of many tribes is actually this way. Evil spirits are fostered in the bodies of prophets from generation to generation, so the lifespan of prophets is rarely long.

As the black mist continued to be drawn out, although the body of the mummy did not become white, it showed a strange crystal luster. He wanted to get up to stop it, but found that the already weak body was now even more fragile.

When he wanted to use the edge of the coffin to stand up, his palms just cracked and then spread apart, as if they had become excessively brittle.

Before he died, he used his own life to seal the evil spirit. In order to retain its own existence, the evil spirit had to maintain his body. Now, with the withdrawal of the evil spirit, this body has also been lost.

support.

"Honey, I don't know what's going on, but I want you to stop."

"I can't stop." Mrs. Sidra looked at her "husband", "My husband is dead. He died at the moment when he sealed the evil spirit ten years ago. Over the years, I have always felt that you are still alive.

You are just sleeping here, because I can wake you up.

But now, I find that I have been deceiving myself. You are gone, and I have just left a trace. In fact, what is the difference between you and the old clothes my husband once wore?

If it is used to commemorate, clothes as relics are actually more suitable than corpses, right?

well,

My husband was not very good-looking to begin with, and he became even uglier after he became a mummy."

A ferocious face began to appear on Mrs. Sidra's chest, and a feminine voice came from Mrs. Sidra's body:

"Oh, my dear madam, I have been coerced by your husband for ten years. He tied me tightly to his side and refused to allow me to leave. I have always been forced. Hahaha, madam, can you

Don't blame me."

"Lord Evil Spirit, I will give you freedom. I can even take you back to Gunson Peninsula and your totem homeland, but before that, you must serve me for one year."

"Of course, ma'am. Compared to your husband's body that has been drained long ago, ma'am, your body fascinates me very much, but I have a condition."

"explain."

"I need to eat. I am too weak. I need the flesh, blood and soul of the priest to replenish the ten years I have lost."

"Is it okay for the Priest of Order to be used as a sacrifice?"

"I'm so scared, hahahaha, madam, I'm so scared, but I'm so excited at the same time. It's a taboo taste, tsk... I want to taste it."

"I will help you hunt down the Priest of Order, and you don't have to worry about anything else. My current identity can protect you and me as much as possible."

"I look forward to it, dear madam."

The sound disappeared, and the ferocious face on Mrs. Sidra's chest began to change, turning into a bright red rose.

Although it seems a bit rustic, it also seems extremely normal.

The mummy was sitting in the coffin, and all around his ears was the crisp sound of his body collapsing.

"Dear, I don't know what happened, but if you are lost, please wake up from this state quickly."

"Perhaps, I am really lost, but it is like being drunk. There is no end in sight before I completely faint."

Mrs. Sidra stroked the red rose tattoo on her chest with one hand and stroked her belly with the other hand, and continued:

"I feel like I am pregnant now. Another life is being given birth to in my body. They use our deaths to cultivate new existences. Can't I use them to cultivate my new life?"

The mummy began to chant, and a faint halo of order flowed in front of him, which was a warning signal.

Mrs. Sidra reached out and grabbed the head of the mummy, exerting a slight force, and the mummy began to disintegrate faster.

"You are not him."

Finally, the mummy completely disintegrated.

Mrs. Sidra raised her head, with tears in her eyes:

"Although I know that even if he really comes back to life, he will not agree with what I am doing and will definitely stop me."

Mrs. Sidra ignited a flame in her palm and slapped it on the coffin, and then the flame of order began to spread and swept through the entire basement.

All traces are being burned, but nothing has changed.

When Mrs. Sidra wiped the tears from her eyes and walked to the basement door, she closed the door.

"Bang!"

All the furnishings in the basement were completely destroyed, as if no one had cleaned them all year round and had accumulated thick dust.

Picking up the bag, Mrs. Sidra came to the pickup truck at the door. After throwing the bag in, she got into the driver's seat and started the truck.

"Oh, dear mother, when do you plan to take your daughter for her first meal?"

The voice of evil spirits sounded. Apparently, she could always hear the sounds outside.

"Did everything I said to my husband over the years end up falling on your ears?"

"Yes, because your husband died a long time ago, and the one who has survived in his body is actually me. Although I am sealed and too weak to do anything, at least I can still listen to the words from my mother.

Talk.”

"I know you want to harm me. I know my final outcome is that you will swallow me up when your strength recovers to a certain level. I know I can't control you for too long...

But I don't care.

Because I want to do something, I want revenge, and I want to tell them that even if you are a believer in order, you will have to pay a price for betraying order."

"Mom, you don't have to speak so bluntly. I still hope to communicate more with you."

"I want to be free. Please hurry up. Let me move towards freedom step by step amid their desperate screams."

"I will, Mom."

"Just be silent. Venn is the private territory of the Cult of Kosmos. Since our next goal is to hunt down the Priests of Kosmos, we must be as cautious as possible."

"Yes, I understand, and I will listen to my mother, because it was because of my carelessness that I gave your husband the opportunity to seal me."

The sound disappeared, and even the red rose on Mrs. Sidra's chest disappeared at this time.

As they drove into the next block, Mrs. Sidra saw Karen walking in front of her.

Mrs. Sidra immediately laughed. She took out a cigarette and a lighter from her body, took out a thin cigarette, and lit it. The light mint flavor mixed with nicotine stimulated the taste buds and the brain in a harmful way.

After blowing out a smoke ring, Mrs. Sidra said to herself:

"Perhaps, it is good to choose him as the first target. He is an outstanding young man from the Cult. He must have been given high hopes by the Cult. Moreover, he is also very handsome. He is very handsome to use to make my daughter's first meal.

It has a sense of ritual.”

Karen had already reached the entrance of the funeral home and seemed to feel something. He turned around and looked far behind, where he could vaguely see a small truck parked there.

Mrs. Sidra did not escape, but continued to drive past Karen. When she passed by Karen, she waved her hand holding a cigarette to say hello to Karen.

Karen frowned slightly. Inexplicably, he had a feeling that Mrs. Sidra was a little different from before.

But what exactly was different, Karen couldn't tell, but he still smiled politely back at Mrs. Sidra.

"What a good-looking young man, and very well-behaved." Mrs. Sidra's smile grew stronger, and then she saw many purple-haired people running out of the funeral society, crying around Karen.

There was even a purple-haired girl who hugged Karen directly.

Mrs. Sidra always thought that her butt had become much bigger than before since she gained weight, but this purple-haired girl's butt was actually even bigger than her current one.

But unfortunately, girls are not fat.

"Oh……"

Mrs. Sidra pursed her lips, threw the half-burned cigarette butt out of the window unethically, and sighed:

"Forget it, I won't choose him."

…

Alfred was always too lazy to cover up when he was doing things, especially when he helped someone and deliberately concealed it from the other person, Alfred didn't bother to do it at all.

He told Xili bluntly that he was ordered by the young master to save her and her family.

Why not let the maid know? Why not let the maid be grateful? Why not let the maid be devoted to the young master and this family?

Alfred couldn't think of the disadvantages of doing this even if he tried hard, so he didn't think about it.

As soon as Karen returned home, she was hugged by Hilly.

After experiencing the crisis last night, Xili felt very panicked.

Moreover, Alfred was not only "straightforward", but also made some artistic processing. For example, in his statement, the young master asked him to save Hilly, and then the young master and himself went out.

The simple maid took it for granted that the young master went to save her last night, and since the young master did not come back all night, he must have been in danger.

Her thinking was still very confusing, and she hadn't realized that even Mr. Alfred could knead those two men in white robes like dough in front of her. So how terrible could her young master be?

You know, Mr. Alfred has always been respectful to the young master.

For various reasons, the maid broke through the restrictions of her identity. The moment she saw Karen, she rushed towards her and cried while hugging Karen. Hilly's family members next to her kept expressing their gratitude and thanks to Karen.

After all, if Karen hadn't offered Hilly a salary that was much higher than the average maid, the first few months would have been very difficult for them.

Pu'er sat on Kevin's back and said, "The big ass should hug Karen backwards, so that it can highlight its greatest advantage."

Kevin's eyes rolled up and a smile appeared on his lips. He was used to Pu'er's adult teasing from time to time.

After separating from Hilly, Karen prepared to take a shower.

Hilly immediately went to prepare the young master's clothes. Just as she was about to send them in, she was stopped by Alfred.

"I'll send it in for the young master."

"Mr. Alfred, why don't I deliver it?"

"Young Master is taking a shower. I'm afraid you might do something outrageous when you get in."
To be continued...