Chapter 389 Lament of the Cemetery

Chapter 388 The Naked Female Ghosts <TOC> Chapter 390 Little Sister

Translator: SumTLMan

The black coffin lay exposed to the elements, without a tombstone. The lid was nowhere to be found, revealing the skeleton inside.

The skeleton was small, with a tiny skull, tiny frame, and even short limbs. Angel estimated its length to be around 1.2 or 1.3 meters.

—Clearly, this was the remains of a child.

Angel’s gaze shifted from the remains to a shining point near the neck bone.

He noticed the coffin because when lightning streaked across the sky overhead, a reflective point appeared within the coffin.

Angel took out the reflective object, which was a necklace. The silver chain held a heart-shaped red gem as its pendant. The gem was crystal clear and had been cut by a jeweler into sixteen diamond-shaped facets. As the lightning flashed, the smooth facets reflected a bright radiance.

Angel rubbed the gem and felt a mechanism at its edge. With a soft click, a small secret compartment opened.

“Just as I thought.” Angel had noticed earlier that the gem was polished with sixteen facets, using the reflection of the diamond-shaped surfaces to make it difficult to perceive the gem’s true depth. It appeared to be fully encased, but in reality, it was just a thin layer, creating an illusion merely because the eye was deceived by the light and shadows.

Hiding things in personal accessories is a favorite pastime of most nobles. Of course, because the accessories are small, the hidden items are not too valuable. But what the bored nobles seek is not value, but a novelty and a surprise, or perhaps, an additional topic of conversation during noble gatherings.

Angel also had this habit, such as hiding his holographic tablet in the secret compartment of his pocket watch.

It was precisely because Angel was aware of these intricacies that he was able to quickly unlock the gem’s mechanism.

When the secret compartment opened, a damaged silk cloth fluttered out.

The silk was thin, but its stitches were dense and uniform, a quality not accessible to ordinary households.

Perhaps the child’s remains once belonged to a noble.

Angel unfolded the silk, which was small, just the size of a palm. On it was a painting of a curly-haired girl with a happy smile, a somewhat flat nose, and a face full of freckles. She wasn’t very pretty, but her smile was bright and adorable. To her left was a young man with his arm around her shoulders, but his face was damaged and his features indiscernible. Her right hand was raised high, and a patterned bird resembling an eye or peacock feather spread its wings on the back of her hand.

At the bottom of the silk, there was a line of tiny writing.

However, the writing was messy and ugly, like a child’s doodle. Angel struggled and waited for several flashes of lightning before he could barely make out a few words.

“…Little sister’s ninth birthday… gift…”

It seemed to be a gift for the little girl’s ninth birthday from her brother or sister. If the person who painted on the silk was the giver, it was likely the gift was from the young man with the indiscernible features.

Angel stuffed the silk back into the hidden compartment of the necklace and placed it back beside the corpse inside the coffin. If nothing unexpected had occurred, the child’s corpse was that of the little girl in the painting. She appeared to be a noble lady, but it was unknown why she had died in the cemetery of the inner world.

Not obtaining any information from the coffin, Angel didn’t care much. He hadn’t held any expectations to begin with.

Walking around the coffin, Angel slowed his pace and slowly headed toward the previous large pit. If he wanted to take a shortcut to the cemetery gate, he would have to go around this pit.

This time, when he approached the edge of the pit, it did not cause any disturbances.

As Angel walked around the pit, he became increasingly uncomfortable, not due to any eerie power, but because the flashes of lightning illuminated the scene within the pit…

Ancient bones, rotting corpses, and fresh corpses, all entangled together.

Setting aside the bones, those unrotted or semi-rotted corpses had a strong impact on the eyes. The pale skin, resentful and lifeless expressions, and rigid final poses were all tangled together, forming a dark, bloody scene of intertwined corpses.

In particular, all of these corpses were naked women, adding a hint of sexual suggestion to the scene, making it even more eerie and twisted.

From the degree of decay of these corpses, it could be seen that they died at different times; some may have died recently, while others had been dead for a long time.

Their bodies were clean, except for a dark red wound on their chests. Angel estimated that the fatal injuries of these women were likely caused by that.

This place was close to Black Castle, so the killers were probably people from Black Castle.

But why did they kill these women? And so many of them?

Moreover, being able to give birth to so many ghost meant that they might have suffered extreme pain before death. Otherwise, how could their resentment reach the sky and form groups of ghost?

Angel looked up at the towering castle at the end of the winding path. At this moment, a faint disgust for Black Castle rose in his heart.

Not long ago, he had met the current owner of Black Castle, the Dusk Queen Isabella. She was the one who, upon seeing him, went from smiling to ordering her shadow to kill him without a second thought.

When someone so twisted is in power, it is only natural for their subordinates to commit atrocities like killing women. Furthermore, it is possible that these acts were committed directly by the person in power.

Isabella, the madwoman, could have done such a thing.

Angel walked around the pit and smoothly made his way to the cemetery gate.

The cemetery gate was open, and to Angel’s surprise, he saw a row of footprints on the ground at the entrance.

Judging from the pattern of the prints, they were quite similar to the boots worn by Shadow. Perhaps not long ago, Shadow had left from here as well?

As Angel was pondering this, he suddenly felt his chest pocket move.

Toby was inside the chest pocket, but why did he start moving at this moment?

Angel carefully took Toby out of his pocket. Toby’s eyes were still closed, which indicated that he was still unconscious. However, his wings began to flutter, as if preparing to fly.

Seeing Toby’s condition reminded Angel of the situation on the sacred mountain, which was almost exactly the same.

Could there be a Soul Bead nearby?

But there was still a considerable distance from Black Castle. Angel was full of questions as he saw Toby about to take flight and quickly grabbed him.

The outside was full of ghost, and as soon as he left Angel’s side, he would undoubtedly be discovered by them. If Toby were awake, it would be fine, as the ghost couldn’t catch up to him, but now that Toby was in a “sleepwalking” state, unaware of the dangers outside, Angel didn’t dare let him fly freely.

He could only rely on determining the direction Toby was flying and walk there with Toby.

Upon seeing the direction Toby was guiding him, Angel furrowed his brow.

The direction Toby was pointing was not towards Black Castle but rather back towards the other side of the graveyard.

The place where Angel landed was on the right side of the graveyard, but the direction Toby guided him was on the left side. Recalling the situation he saw when he jumped off the cliff earlier, there seemed to be nothing unusual about the left-side graveyard, nor was there a mass burial pit like the one on the right side. Instead, it looked like a normal cemetery with tombstones.

Angel thought for a moment and decided to walk over.

If there were indeed a Soul Bead or something beneficial to Toby’s soul, he couldn’t ignore it.

The left-side graveyard was slightly neater than the right side, with fewer exposed coffins. As Angel walked by, he could still hear the weeping of women but saw no ghost.

Many of the tombstones were empty, but some had names written on them. However, these names were written in blood, not engraved, and many had been turned into bloodstains by the damp air.

Looking at the different handwriting on the tombstones, an image emerged in Angel’s mind: a naked woman, crying tears of blood and resentfully writing her name on the tombstone with her finger.

—Could the names on these tombstones have been written by the deceased themselves?

If that were true, it would be too horrifying.

Angel shuddered and continued to follow Toby’s guidance.

Finally, he stopped at a well.

The well looked ordinary from the outside, and there was no strange smell inside. However, the presence of a well in the graveyard was strange in itself. Moreover, Angel noticed that there was a faint magic aura surrounding the well. This magic aura had a strong dark quality, and any ghost that entered the vicinity would be “purified” by this dark magic.

Clearly, it was deliberately arranged by someone.

Standing by the well, Angel could not even hear the cries of the ghosts, showing how strong its “purification” ability was.

A strange well, the magic to expel ghosts… All these signs indicated that there was something unusual below. However, the direction Toby was guiding him was precisely beneath this well.

In the end, Angel jumped into the well.

In less than two or three seconds, he landed on the ground. The well was dry, without any trace of moisture. As there were no resentful spirits nearby, Angel boldly used the Light spell.

As the Light spell illuminated the surroundings, the scene was revealed.

To his surprise, the bottom of the well was a cave-like area, with stalagmites resembling small spires on the ground. Behind the layered stalagmites, a dark entrance leading to an unknown destination appeared.

The direction Toby was guiding him in his sleepwalking state was precisely the end of that entrance.

Being cautious about the unknown cave, Angel advanced slowly.

Not far ahead, Angel heard the low sobbing sound once again. However, compared to the plaintive wailing he had heard outside, this sobbing sound was much purer. It felt like a sincere cry without expressing any emotions.

Angel continued to move forward, and soon he reached the end of the cave.

At the same time, he saw the “owner” of the crying sound.

A little girl in a yellow dress.

Chapter 388 The Naked Female Ghosts <TOC> Chapter 390 Little Sister

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