It was a "meat ball" that was stored in a glass bottle by the wine.

Or rather.

It was a long-dead embryo.

…… What is, what?

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:

"That's it...... As long as there is this ......"

A wheezing, somewhat frantic voice came from his mouth.

The "painter" coughed as he touched the glass bottle.

The basement, where flesh was still churning and stirring, suddenly fell silent.

The restless agitation of the flesh polymer on the ground regained its calm, as if it had lost its life.

“…… What's going on? ”

And the skeletons ......

The skeletons looked at the painter in unison.

Lin Yiyi suddenly felt that they seemed to ......

…… Laughing?

But how is this possible?

"Elle, Elle...... Protect me! ”

The painter stroked the bottle containing the "ball of meat" and muttered in a low voice, "Wake up Angelo...... Can you hear me? Elle? Ellete?! ”

"You say ......"

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

He slowly walked into the light.

His right arm melted like liquid, dripping to the ground and merging into flesh. The flesh was mixed with his blood, and it fell silent.

The turquoise pupils were like a wolf that had lost everything.

His voice was not old, even young, but it was very vicissitudes.

"Is this Elle's child? Is his name Angelo...... Good name. ”

The man whispered.

He then stretched out his left hand to the painter and gripped it slightly in the air.

"[vomiting]."

He commanded.

Suddenly, the painter froze.

He suddenly began to cough violently, and his whole body lost strength.

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

But because of the flesh flowing on the ground, the bottle did not break...... And as if falling into the sea, it floated lightly towards the man with the hammer. The air was filled with the sound of baby laughter.

But the painter suddenly gasped in fright, like asthma, and the cough became more and more intense.

Finally, he coughed up something.

He reached out and dragged the stuff that was gagging his throat out.

Then he was stunned.

Is that......

An umbilical cord.

After the umbilical cord was coughed out by him, it suddenly ignited a colorful flame. As if electrocuted, he was bounced open by the umbilical cord and fell to the ground.

And the umbilical cord floated itself to the man with the hammer.

“…… I see, [stillbirth]. Are you planning to resurrect Elle with this ritual? ”

The man scoffed, "Do you think that the things you sacrificed can be resurrected by such a ritual with a low success rate?" ”

"Elle? Ellete?! ”

But the painter ignored the man.

His voice was terrified, even a little poignant: "Don't abandon me, Elle! Elle! ”

"Elle Elle's ...... Who do you think you are from Elle? ”

The man with the hammer had a cold look in his eyes.

"I—I'm Elle's father!"

The painter wails on the ground like an abandoned dog.

"—Shut up!"

The man with turquoise eyes whispered angrily, "I'm Elle's father!" ”

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

His pupils dilated.

"You, you're ...... Bakker ......"

The painter said incoherently, "But you're not dead......"

The man with the hammer simply stepped down and waved his left hand that held the umbilical cord like a rope, and the other end was bolted to the ball of flesh in the transparent sphere.

And the end close to him drilled directly into his palm.

After the ball is connected by the umbilical cord, it quickly begins to swell. Gradually become huge, squeezing the bottle.

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

And the man with the hammer is emaciated at a rate visible to the naked eye.

But his gaze didn't wander in the slightest.

"I'm not dead."

The man, known as "Backer", said coldly: "You are just a substitute for me...... Who do you think Clara's knowledge and rituals got from it? She didn't dare to do anything to me, so she divorced me and found you.

"If I'm a week late, you'll already be sacrificed to Black Widow by her. Your life now is saved by me. I wasn't going to kill you because Elle needed a father...... A healthy mortal father without a curse. So after killing Clara, I left Frozen Waterport.

"I was wrong. I should have taken all the books with me...... It's my fault, I admit it. I hurt Elle. ”

Backer's voice was full of sticky and deep malice.

The right side of his face also melted into black silt, which fluctuated with his voice, emitting a heavy echo: "I shouldn't trust mortal self-control, you and Clara are human beings at all.

"But that's fine. I'm alone now, without any hope, without any memories...... In this way, I have nothing to fear. ”

As he spoke, he raised the hammer.

This unassuming hammer is actually some kind of powerful spell.

After he aimed at the artist and raised the hammer, the artist's body froze and could not dodge......

But before the hammer falls.

"Angelo", who floats in the air like a balloon, is the son of the artist and Elle.

But in a place where Bakel could not see, he suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth wide.

Swoop.

Morsel.

- and bit off the head of "Bakr" directly.

His body from the head down instantly turned into a cloud of sludge and fell to the ground.

The painter looked at this scene and was stunned.

Lin Yiyi was also shocked.

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

What's going on?

The painter still cowered in fear, gasping for breath, without the slightest sense of salvation: "...... Ha, drink ...... Ha?

"Ai, Ai Lei? Is that you?! ”

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

It just suddenly began to swell, and a colorful flame ignited on its surface. The air echoes with the laughter of babies.

And then it starts to get bigger, bigger......

Never stop getting bigger.

Suddenly, Annan thought of it, and there seemed to be a mention of a sentence in the newspaper:

"—When he rushed to the Morrison Gallery, he found the officers fighting a 'huge ball of colourful flesh with flames burning all over its body.'"

Don't...... That's it?

This dead baby called "Angelo"?

An idea suddenly popped into Annan's mind:

If Elle's soul had been sacrificed to the Skeleton, Morrison's "resurrection ritual" had really succeeded......

…… What kind of mess has this painter who doesn't know anything about the transcendent world resurrected?