Chapter 98: Angelo

It was a Ball of Flesh stored in a gla.s.s bottle filled with wine.

To be more precise, it was a long-dead embryo.

What is this?

Lin Yiyi endured the pain. Her mind was blank.

Her heart was filled with a strong sense of discomfort and disgust. The bullet texts disappeared again,

Its this As long as I still have this

A panting, frantic voice came from her mouth.

The painter coughed and touched the gla.s.s bottle.

The bas.e.m.e.nt, where the flesh was still tumbling, fell into total silence.

The restless flesh on the ground returned to calm as if they had lost their lives.

What happened?

The skeletons

The skeletons all looked at the painter.

Lin Yiyi suddenly felt that the skeletons seemed to be smiling.

But how was that possible?

Elle. Elle. Protect me!

The painter stroked the bottle with the Ball of Flesh in it and muttered in a low volume, Let Angelo wake up. Can you hear me? Elle? Elle?!

Did you just say

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

He slowly approached the light.

His right arm melted like a liquid and fell to the ground with ticking noises. The liquid diffused into the flesh. Then, the pool of flesh mixed with his blood calmed down.

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

His voice was not off old-age but could even be considered young. He had seemingly gone through the vicissitudes of life.

Is this Elles child? Is his name Angelo? What a good name.

The man whispered.

Afterward, he extended his left hand to the painter and held it slightly in the air.

[Vomit].

The man ordered.

Suddenly, the painter froze.

The painter (Lin Yiyi) started coughing violently with strength escaping his body.

With something seemingly surging out from his throat, he could no longer hold the bottle containing Angelo and dropped it to the ground.

Since the flesh was flowing on the ground, the bottle didnt break as if it had fallen into the sea. Instead, it floated towards the man holding the hammer. Baby laughter came in the air.

But the painter gasped in panic suddenly, like asthma. Then, the coughing became more intense.

In the end, he coughed out something.

He reached out his hand and dragged out what was clogging his throat.

Then, he was stunned.

It was an umbilical cord.

After the umbilical cord was coughed out, a rainbow color flame suddenly ignited. The painter was electrocuted. The umbilical cord shook off from the painters grasp, making him fall to the ground.

The umbilical cord floated toward the man holding the hammer.

So thats it. [Deadborn Reincarnation]. Are you planning to use this ritual to resurrect Elle?

The man sneered, Do you think that what you sacrificed can be resurrected by this kind of ritual with a low success rate?

The painter ignored the man with a hammer but called out, Elle? Elle?!

His voice was terrified, even a little fierce, Dont abandon me, Elle! Elle!

Elle. Who do you think you are in front of Elle?

The man with the hammer threw cold stares.

The painter wailed on the ground like an abandoned dog. Im Elles father!

Shut up!

The man with green pupils roared, Im the real Elles father!

Hearing this, the painters trembling body suddenly stopped.

His pupils dilated.

You are Buckel.

The painter said incoherently, But, arent you dead?

The man holding the hammer just walked down. He gently waved the left hand holding the umbilical cord. The umbilical cord was like a rope, and the other end was tied to the Ball of Flesh in the transparent sphere.

The other end in the mans grasp plunged directly into his palm.

After the umbilical cord connected the Ball of Flesh, it soon began to swell. It gradually became huge and burst the bottle.

It was like a balloon floating in the air, getting bigger and bigger.

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

But his eyes were unfazed.

Im not dead.

The man called Buckel said nonchalantly, You are just my subst.i.tute. Where do you think Claras knowledge and ritual got from? She didnt dare to attack me, so she found you after the divorce.

If I were a week late, you would have been sacrificed to the Black Widow by her. I saved your life now. I didnt plan to kill you at the time because Elle needed a father A healthy mortal father not entangled with a curse. So after killing Clara, I left Freezing Water Port.

I was wrong. I should have taken all the books away. It was my fault, I admit it. I was the one who killed Elle.

Buckels voice was full of intense malice.

His right cheek also melted into black mud. His voice fluctuated along, echoing heavily, I shouldnt believe in the self-control of mortals. You and Clara are just the same kind of people.

But its fine. I am alone now without any hope, without attachment. In this way, I have nothing to fear.

He said, raising the hammer.

This ugly hammer was some kind of powerful curse vessel.

After Buckel aimed at the painter and raised the hammer, the painters body was frozen and unable to avoid.

But, before the hammer fell, Angelo (the painter and Elles son) floating in the air like a balloon suddenly opened his eyes and mouth wide in Buckels blindspot.

A sharp dive.

Then, it was followed up by a bite.

It bit Buckels head off directly.

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

The painter looked at this scene and was shocked.

Lin Yiyi was also shocked.

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

How does it turn out like this?

The painter also shrank in horror, gasping for breath, with no sense of being saved,

Ha

ha

ha?

Elle? Is that you?!

The balloon that swallowed Buckels head didnt reply.

It began to expand, and a colorful flame ignited on the surface. The babys laughter echoed in the air.

Then it started to grow bigger and bigger

It grew endlessly.

Suddenly, Annan recalled a sentence mentioned in the newspaper:

After the drunk man rushed to Morrisons gallery, he found that the police officers were battling with a burning Colorful Ball of Flesh. [1]

Could that line refer to this?

The dead baby named Angelo?

Suddenly an idea came to Annan:

If Elles soul has been sacrificed to the Venerated Skeleton, but Morrisons resurrection ritual has succeeded.

What is this thing brought back to life by this painter who knows nothing about the Transcended world?

[1] I have made an error in Chapter 53. This sentence and Chapter 53 are adjusted accordingly.