Chapter 277 Binding Array (5K)

"I just listened to my inner voice and followed my inner choice!"

Delming was praised with tears in his eyes. His artistic behavior was finally recognized by someone.

The person in front of me is not like those experts who talk nonsense.

Those people have always randomly added his great achievements to some wandering murderers, but this person truly understood his heart and his art.

The behavior of those experts made him angry.

He has always looked down on those murderers. They have only known brutal massacres and have no idea how gorgeous the 'fireworks of death' are.

"But there's no denying that you helped me."

"At least, I should express my gratitude to you Liao!"

Thorndike released his palm from stroking his cheek and said softly.

The disappearance of the skin-to-skin contact with his close friend made Delming feel a sense of loss. The last time he was so happy was who knows how many years ago.

Thinking about it carefully, it must have been the first time the tip of the knife was pierced into my sister's heart!

Delmin only had one idea at the moment, to make this man his most outstanding specimen and let him accompany him forever.

If you have a close friend in life, what more can you ask for!

"You're welcome, I have no intention of asking for anything in return." Delming was still declining shyly, but suddenly he saw scarlet light radiating from the wall, like blood spilling out.

Then the wall shook and cracked, and a long and thin black shadow slowly walked out of the crack in the wall.

"What are you going to do? What's going on?"

Delming, who was kneeling on the ground, was frightened by the changes in front of him and leaned back.

"Oh, this is not an easy moment!"

"Your soulmate sold your soul to eternal damnation, Mr. Delming."

With wails and the jingling of chains, the keyhole monk stepped out.

"But don't worry!"

"This curse is just a short-lived pain."

As the cold words fell, dozens of iron drills flew out carrying iron wires, pierced Delming's body, and turned into thorn balls that suddenly grew out of his body.

Delmin, the murderous artist who murdered dozens of people, was torn to pieces.

After finishing all this, the keyhole monk turned his head and looked at Thorndike, who was slightly stiff at the side.

"Brings back good memories, Thorndike?"

As he spoke, the iron thorn ball slowly retracted into an iron drill and disappeared into the room.

Thorndike breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the hell torture instruments disappear, and then said angrily:

"It's so beautiful, I'd rather lose my memory!"

He glanced around, walked to the corner, and put on the dirty old clothes that were piled aside haphazardly.

Stacked here are the remaining clothes of the victims.

"You made a very wise choice to present Mr. Delming's soul."

"His relevant experience will surely become a clever pawn in the jihad."

The keyhole monk who had taken away Delmin's soul was still staying in the room at this time, with no intention of leaving.

"What a nice thing to say! When my skin was pierced by your iron drill for the first time, you must have been pretending like this, right?"

Thorndike had already put on his trousers and picked up an old brown shirt. He followed the unclosed basement door and walked into the bedroom.

"It grieves me so much, Thorndike, that you should speak of the days we spent together in such a tone."

"Forget it, for the sake of our old friendship, I still have to advise you." The keyhole monk slowly walked out of the basement, showing a joking expression, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Thorndike. .

"Stop it, I don't want to hear those confessions of pain."

"Now, I have to get out of the way before the police rush in and find Delming!"

Thorndike walked to the door and reached out to twist the handle of the door lock, only to find that it was stuck tightly, as if it was welded to the iron door and could not be twisted at all.

He knew that this was definitely the work of the monks from Keyhole Hell.

"Open the door, open the door, why is the door lock stuck!"

"What's going on!" Thorndike, who was twisting the door lock wildly, suddenly felt a burst of dizziness and severe pain throughout his body. The endless soreness and weakness were impacting his brain.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at the keyhole monk, and said angrily: "Despicable, you didn't keep your promise!"

"Damn devil, you tricked me again!"

"You can't say that. The deal is over and you got what you wanted." The monk slowly approached from the basement door.

"What are you talking about? It's all your rhetoric!"

"My. My finger!"

Thorndike suddenly felt a strong sense of weakness in the palm of his hand holding the doorknob, and he lost consciousness.

Looking down,

His palms and even his entire arms turned black and blue, his skin was translucent and swollen, and the subcutaneous fat was like bubbles in fermented dough. The skin bulged and broke one by one.

The soft muscles can no longer hold the nails in place and begin to fall off piece by piece.

His face also felt wet and bulging, and from time to time, skin fragments fell off, falling to the ground like aspic and turning into a gel-like substance.

He is rotting!

"Oh, decay, decomposition, fading. What an intuitive and wonderful process this is!" The keyhole monk made a sound of admiration.

"I really need a doctor! Find a doctor to save my life. I don't want to die! I want to live!"

Thorndike exclaimed and touched his face with his hand in fright.

However, like an overcooked pickled fish that had been poked and picked up by chopsticks, a large piece of his face immediately fell off, exposing his yellow cheek bones.

His body is decaying and dissolving at an accelerated rate.

In just a moment, only a skeleton was left.

"You are indeed reborn, Thorndike!"

"But your new body is made of dead people, you know."

"Dead things must rot!"

The monk from Keyhole Hell approached step by step, and the cold voice that gradually became clearer forced its way into Thorndike's mind like a virus.

"Dead things must rot. Dead things must rot."

"No, you are a liar, damn devil, I will never go back to hell again!"

The skull-like Thorndike was on the ground, crawling along the corner of the wall and walking toward the bedroom.

"Are you going to abandon your home in hell? You've been out for a while and it's time to go back."

".What?!"

While looking at Thorndike with mocking eyes, the keyhole monk who slowly approached was suddenly stunned.

The sarcastic words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Because he did not walk along the corner like Thorndike, he stepped on the living room carpet.

Although the skinny boy has been killed by Del Ming, Wu Heng approves of his work progress.

At least,

He finished drawing the dissolution formation in the 'Sacred Liturgy'.

"There is actually a binding spell formation here!"

"Thorndike, your soul is in such a situation, but you still have the thought to arrange for someone to carve out a binding formation. It seems that your potential has room for deeper exploration."

"But you pissed me off too!"

The keyhole monk stood there unable to move any longer, and he said in an angry tone.

This kind of behavior is a trick on the defenders of order.

It's something unforgivable.

"Do you think this terrible binding spell can trap me for how long?"

The keyhole monk pressed his hand into the void in front of him, and a layer of protective shield-like ripples appeared out of thin air within the bounding array.

He exerted a little force, and his needle-like nails actually pierced the transparent cover of the restraint formation.

After a while, the first joint of the finger also stretched out, and then spread faster.

And the crawling skeleton Thorndike,

Although he heard the monk's roar, he didn't know what he meant or why he was so crazy.

Regarding that book, it was actually just Delmin's behavior. He was pursuing the path of art and was always looking for inspiration. The bloody scenes in that book gave him a lot of tips.

Thorndike didn't care about this. Since the monk could no longer move where he was, that was a good thing.

He immediately struggled and climbed into the bedroom,

Arriving at the end of the bed.

He held on to the wall with difficulty and huddled up. His bones made a cracking sound. This was because it was not only the flesh that would rot, but also the bones.

Although bones can last longer than meat and fat.

Thorndike had no time to care about this. He only had one thought in his mind at this time:

"Close the opened channel."

He stretched out his trembling bone claws, groped up, and approached three keyholes that had been enlarged several times.

He inserted a bone finger into one of them and started to twist it,

As the lock turned in a circle, like a hydraulic clamp being tightened, Thorndike's fingers were completely turned into bone powder by the shrinking lock hole, and broke from the root of the finger.

This was repeated twice more.

With three fingers missing, vibrations were heard all around, and the basement walls began to move.

"Thorndike, you can't escape, I will make you repent!"

The keyhole monk, who had broken through most of the bondage formation and was about to escape, shouted, and a burst of electricity came out. His body became illusory, and he was sucked into the keyhole and disappeared.

The lock on the wall was completely rotten and fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

Thorndike also lay completely powerless on the floor. His bones were too rotten. At this time, he hoped that the police could quickly track down Delmin and discover this place immediately.

"Looks like it's over."

Wu Heng, who had been hiding in the distance, noticed the disappearance of the cold hell atmosphere in House No. 4c, and knew that the hell monks had left there.

"What a pity for that young man. If he had taken the time and not pretended, he would have had time to leave after drawing the dissolution formation."

He then turned into smoke and flew to room 4c.

If you dare to come here directly, you will naturally not just rely on breath judgment.

Although the locksmith was torn into pieces, the button-shaped pinhole camera that shot out with the fragments was still in the corner of the room.

The camera is pointed at the wall, and the picture inside the house cannot be seen, but the sound can be heard.

Including the conversation between Thorndike and the monk from Keyhole Hell, Wu Heng, who has excellent hearing, heard everything clearly.

If it was before the last plot,

He simply did not dare to engage in such prying eyes.

Because in the movie, even the descendants of the toy maker who made the Mourning Box use robots to open the mystery box in outer space.

Nailhead, who was summoned, can still detect people who are observing far away on the earth through satellite monitoring.

He even directly tracked the opponent's location.

With Wu Heng's previous level, if he wanted to monitor through the camera, he would probably be discovered by the Keyhole Hell Monk in an instant.

The peeping of eyes is a behavior that can be detected.

Not to mention the Hell Monk,

even ordinary people,

often feel that "someone is looking at him" for no reason, and can also feel the direction of the other person's gaze.

The reason why Wu Heng dared to do this this time,

is because he integrated the Lolaye Stone and formed a prison of thought.

This made his soul and his mind protected layer by layer.

His peeping did not come from the same space, and there were layers of dreams in between. The seemingly short distance was actually separated by an unknown distance.

It was like standing on the earth and looking up at the space. No astronaut would notice that the man was simply staring at him.

The same is true for the Keyhole Hell Monk.

In this era, there was no such pinhole camera, and even cameras had not yet entered daily life. He did not understand cameras and could not feel the peeping eyes on the other side of the lens.

Naturally, he treated it as an ordinary radio and ignored it directly.

It was only after he had fully confirmed the information in the house that Wu Heng pushed open the door and walked in.

He first glanced at the location of the carpet.

It had turned into a pile of rags, scattered on the binding array formed by the salt. The salt particles all turned black and showed signs of dissolution.

After feeling the surrounding atmosphere again, Wu Heng came to the bedroom.

Hearing the footsteps of someone entering the house, Thorndike immediately held a broken calf bone in his palm, lay on the ground and began to play dead.

He was too weak, his teeth became rotten, and he had to get blood immediately.

It would be best if he had a fresh body.

"Hello, it seems that your situation is not good. Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?" A gentle voice came into Thorndike's ears.

But the voice was two meters away from him, which was completely beyond the burst distance of his current state.

Damn it, get closer!

The skeleton version of Thorndike was motionless.

"You're not talking? It looks like you're dead. I'm leaving. Let's burn this bloody place down."

"Wait!"

Hearing the voice of leaving, Thorndike panicked. He immediately spoke out to stop him. If he delayed any longer, he would be "voluntarily" sent back to hell without the keyhole monk's help.

Thinking of the angry monk and the possible consequences, Thorndike shuddered. He must not let this happen!

"You can still talk. Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

"I'm an exorcist. There's a murderer in this house. He summoned a demon. I finally expelled the demon, but I became like this. Can you help me?" Thorndike lied hurriedly for his skeleton image.

After all, a talking skeleton is evil no matter how you look at it.

"How can I help you?" Wu Heng took a step closer and asked curiously.

"Help me up, take me to the basement, there are things I need!"

While speaking, Thorndike clenched the bone spur in his hand, shouting frantically in his heart: One step closer, as long as he gets one step closer, I can pounce on him.

I can live, I can live!

"So that's how it is." Wu Heng raised his foot and was about to step forward, but in Thorndike's expectant eyes, he took it back again.

"Forget it, I'll help you call an ambulance. After all, I'm not a professional rescuer."

Thorndike felt his bones turning to ash, and he was about to cry. He shouted, "Enough, don't mention the ambulance."

"I'm a skeleton. Can those human doctors save a skeleton?"

"Help me up quickly. Don't waste time talking nonsense. I'm dying!"

Hearing this, Wu Heng immediately put away his gentle smile, stared at Thorndike expressionlessly, stepped forward, and smashed all his bones, and picked up the remaining skull:

"You know it's a waste of time, but you still give me this?"

"I ask, you answer!"