Romania.

The sunset and the sea of ​​flowers, the castle is still quiet, perhaps even quieter than before. The procedures for this country have been completed and everything in this castle and the family have been inherited. Osmon, the super lucky person in the eyes of the outside world, thought so.

The fact that the Ceausescu family members, especially the young generation, almost died, seemed to have become a burial secret.

Without the arrival of the police, and without the inquiries of the troublemakers, everything is like a script that has been written.

He acted as the protagonist of the script, inherited the entire Ceausescu family, and then... became a puppet called the Black Cult.

It's indeed a puppet.

Although he has a lot of freedom in life, these freedoms need to be continuously served by this mysterious cultivator in order to be enjoyed.

Inheriting the Ceausescu family, Osmon knew that he was just a tool used by the Black Cultivator to control the huge wealth of this family.

Looking out from the terrace on the upper level of the eastern wing of the castle, looking at the place in the center of the atrium flower sea maze... Osmon couldn't help but frown.

This is no longer what the ancient well looks like.

During this period, under the command of Lamias, it had become a huge box made of steel plates. He didn't know what his sister, the sister of the fraternal twin, was doing in the secret room under this ancient well every day.

Only... the whisper of the demon in the strange sarcophagus was gradually becoming clearer day by day in his ears.

"Mr. Osmond, today's document."

Knocking in the door was a tall, light yellow-skinned Indian woman. Sonam... a woman who represented the Black Cult - or was appointed to assist him in dealing with the Ceausescu family.

It is undeniable... when Osmond saw this capable Indian woman for the first time, he felt moved.

"Somna, do you know what my sister, Lamias is doing there?" Osmon asked suddenly-even though he inherited this huge wealth and even though he looked extremely beautiful on the outside, he instinctively resisted this feeling of being manipulated.

"That should be, it's better for you to ask Miss Lamias in person." Somna, who appeared in a black suit and high heels, looked like a secretary, easily avoided this question.

If she asked her...what she could say would not be asked here. Osmon muttered to himself.

To be honest, he was not willing to be alone with the woman wearing a nun's suit, but she seemed to be hiding a violent and bloody beast in her body. Even if the woman made it precisely that she came to this world a few minutes earlier than him.

"Give the documents, they're just signatures anyway."

...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sarcophagus was shaking constantly, and the sound was also coming from the sarcophagus, as if the things inside could break out of the coffin at any time.

At this time, there were seven black-clothed priests surrounding the sarcophagus, holding silver crosses in their hands and kept murmuring.

"Depend on the situation, at least twice the number of people needed to suppress the left hand of the piercing male."

Lamias, a nun with a somewhat solemn expression, was now communicating with the management of the sect in a distant place using a satellite phone.

On the other side of the phone, the male voice was calm and slow.

"Didn't it mean that the Ceausescu family will successfully complete the seal every night whenever the inheritance alternates?"

"There may be some things that Jonathan did not reveal back then." Lamias frowned and said, "The only thing I know about here is what he once told my mother. When the heir was established in the secret room, the seal will continue - even for Osmon, I will let him participate in the end."

"In any case, the left hand of the piercing male cannot be easily broken through the seal like this. Now, I don't believe that with our current technology, it is not as good as the ancient seal hundreds of years ago. Lamias, come back first, the Cultivation Council has a new task for you to carry out. I will send someone to follow up on the seal of the castle."

Without saying anything, Ramias, who simply responded, then closed the communication, then walked out of the secret room and returned to the ground.

At this time, a helicopter landed on the lawn in the distance and a man in a suit holding a black suitcase came down. Lamias walked forward, and the man opened the suitcase in his hand, "According to your request, it has been rebuilt."

Lamias nodded and reached out to pick up the revolver of the new ten-gun nest placed in the suitcase.

Not long ago, she lost the usual handful in this place and has not been found yet - this fact is too strange!

The nun holding the gun squinted his eyes and aimed at the canopy of an oak tree in the distance with the new weapon in his hand - don't let me know who stole my big gun!

Bang —!

...

...

Hajiu--!

Sneeze!

Although it was not very loud, at least it still shocked Zhang Qingrui, who was concentrating on work, and the small piece of mud in her hand was hanging down and it didn't fall off.

She couldn't help but look at Luo Qiu sitting on the other side of the workbench and found that he was also rubbing his nose lightly.

"Have you caught a cold?"

Luoqiu shook his head.

If he still gets sick now, then as the leader of the club, it would be too LOW, "It should be mud and dust."

The brush kept sweeping the soil attached to the bones, which made the mud and dust easily become naughty and hit into the nose. Zhang Qingrui nodded, and lowered her head to start sweeping a piece of her hand.

Because the skeleton obviously has a long history, it becomes extremely fragile. Each piece requires great care to avoid damage to it - and the two students, who are nicknamed as the major that will only be chosen after being reduced, are basically novices, so their work is very slow.

It has been several days since it has only been about halfway through - but what exactly these bones were before they were broken can be observed at this time.

"This should be...a female skeleton."

Zhang Qingrui, who was sweeping the bone blocks, did not look up, but suddenly said something.

"It should be true, depending on the structure of the pelvic bone." Luoqiu also responded.

Zhang Qingrui suddenly stopped and looked up at Luoqiu again, and asked curiously: "Luqiu, aren't you curious?"

“??”

"Where did Professor Qin Fang dig out this skeleton? Logically speaking, if this kind of thing is unearthed, it is usually built on the spot and then dug it out carefully. But this is just packaging the thing, um... directly?"

"so?"

"Aren't you curious?" Zhang Qingrui looked at Luo Qiu in surprise and said, "This is obviously not the skeleton of primitive people. Paleontology is often exploring the evolutionary process of organisms, right? If this is just a skeleton of an ancient person, it is logical that the professor has no reason to transport it back from thousands of miles away."

This bone is naturally strange, Luo Qiu thought to himself. But he did not intend to discuss or study this issue with Zhang Qingrui.

But at this moment, Miss Zhang, opposite the workbench, suddenly stood up.

She had no expression on her face, her eyes were lost, and she didn't say a word, but she walked towards the door, but she gently buckled her hands around her waist, walking with slender steps, like a weak willow and a wind... as if she had changed her own.

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PS1: I didn’t see the lord of “典” last night, so this chapter adds (1/2) to “典”.

PS2: Don't forget to vote =.=
Chapter completed!