I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 145 - Black Rain Villa 119 (4300) (Thanks to Diān Sān

Chapter 145: Black Rain Villa 119 (4300) (Thanks to Diān Sān Dǎo Sì 111 for the reward of 5000 Qidian coins) _3

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Chapter 145: Black Rain Villa 119 (4300) (Thanks to Diān Sān Dǎo Sì 111 for the reward of 5000 Qidian coins) _3

If Secret Martial Art is considered the orthodox, then “Dentinist Gale Arrow Technique” is like some kind of heresy. It does have room for improvement, and its lethality is not weak. Compared, however, with the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art that Casio is practicing, it falls far short, and by several levels, at that.

He pondered a bit and inexplicably felt that the powers the Eerie Night Guests possessed, whichever school they belonged to, were somewhat deviant. He wasn’t sure if they had naturally developed this way or if there was some other reason.

“At dusk, there’s a small gathering for us crossbow users. If you’re interested, you can come”.

Black Blade patted Casio on the shoulder and then turned around and left.

Casio stood in his place and digested the information for a while.

Half a moment later, he pushed the door open and walked into his room, where he quickly settled in before picking up his suitcase and walked out the door.

He opened the main door of the crossbow users’ headquarters, and then Casio, umbrella in hand, walked towards the Baptism Church. He didn’t deliberately wander around because Black Rain Villa was not absolutely safe.

In the day, the Eerie Night Guests could wander around the Baptism Church, the Mission Hall, the Intelligence Hall, the bar and so on.

When nightfall arrives, most people would stay in their own rooms. There will be some weird things on the streets of the Black Rain Villa, and about once a month an unlucky Eerie Night Guest, disregarding warnings, would die horribly – serving the next day as a warning to the others.

In addition, even during the day, there are a lot of streets in the Black Rain Villa that you couldn’t enter. Part of this was because they were inaccessible, and another part was that it would be better if you didn’t try to enter. The reasons were the same as those applying at night.

Casio walked under the umbrella, and when he crossed an intersection, he suddenly had the feeling of being watched from the left. Glancing over with the corner of his eye, he saw from the second building next to the balcony on the left side of the street.

A white shadow stared back at him from a hollowed-out window.

Looking downward, there was a warning sign at the intersection.

It already looked old, and there were remnants of blood on its surface. Probably, some clever fool had ignored the warning and ended up dying here.

Casio ignored the white shadow and just briskly went his own way.

After walking for a short while, he came to a round intersection. In the center of the intersection was a statue that was more than half-broken.

Only half its leg was left standing atop the cylinder.

Casio came closer to take a look, and found that on the pillar underneath the statue’s feet were several lines of blurry poetry inscribed on the stone.

Collapsed in the blue thorns, sobbing with the red fever.

You abandoned us…

Those of us who died will wrap you in gold-woven clothes, and in the next life you’ll turn into a gold-foiled butterfly.

You are fire, and you are dressed in flames.

Painful flames, burning alive.

The ashes of the living fall onto the love poem on the forehead of death.

…

More lines were below, but they had been corroded to the point of being illegible.

“Could this statue be of the Manor Owner?”

This thought rose in Casio’s mind, but he doesn’t stay to investigate further. Instead, he moved briskly on, entering the church about two hundred meters down the street. The church’s sumptuous circular sanctuary, its gorgeous stained glass windows, and religious murals.

Walking past the pointed niches and ornate coffered ceiling, Casio sat in the seat in front of the prayer table. At this moment, it was just him alone.

On the back of his right hand, the shield-shaped logo kept flashing.

The tip of the shield began to rotate, seeming to be pointing a direction to Casio. Casio stood up and walked to the front of a door.

Inside, a simple secret room.

Upon entering, the door closed automatically behind him with a thud.

Just as Casio was about to look around, a low, raspy, emotionless voice that echoed was heard from nearby.

“Marker, offer the offering.”

“In exchange…for the power of the Secret Soul!”