aircannonsinc Chapter 344 Medici: This isn't...
Chapter 344 Medici: This isn't...
Chapter 344 Medici: This isn't...
Medici—No!
He should now be called Søren Einhorn Medici.
He was initially pleased to see someone else enter this damned ruin, as it meant his chances of escape had increased.
Moreover, he recognized that three of the people who came this time were the same group of kids who had peeked out the door last time but hadn't dared to go any further.
He had originally planned to corrupt the mind of one of the men when they ventured deep into the stone gate, and trick them into letting him out—but who would have thought that the group would just glance at the entrance and then turn around and leave!
He thought these cowards would never come back, but to his surprise, they returned just two days later, bringing with them a little boy with Tudor blood flowing through his veins.
So he secretly followed them and made some arrangements along the way.
In his best-case scenario, he certainly wouldn't let that descendant of the Tudor family go. As for the other two, it would be best if they could be intimidated into obediently helping him escape.
If he is unwilling to help, he can continue to wait for an opportunity, or he can simply use force to seize one of them and then threaten the other two.
To leave these "lucky ones" with an unforgettable impression, he specially prepared a special effects-filled entrance.
Who would have thought that just as his figure emerged from the shadows, he saw one of the young men slowly pull out a monocle from his pocket, put it on, and then look at him with great interest.
Damn it—this isn't it—
Soren Einhorn Medici's distorted face opened three mouths simultaneously, and he froze on the spot.
He trembled instinctively, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
On the other side, Lorne and the others were also a little confused when they saw the evil spirit that had suddenly appeared.
Originally, the way the other party made their appearance was very much like the final boss's entrance in a horror movie, with a chilling wind blowing and accompanied by arrogant laughter—why did they stop moving as soon as they appeared?
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■■Evil spirit————embedded————”
"——Insufficiency of wisdom————"
What on earth is going on here?!
Although the broken monocle was indeed not very useful, the scattered information it revealed still left Lorne bewildered. The only thing he could be sure of was that the blood-red creature in front of him was not a "vengeful spirit" like Sharon, but a real evil spirit formed from obsession and resentment.
Medici didn't move, and Lorne, Marich, and Sharon all watched each other warily, not daring to relax for a moment. Even Raft, who had been following behind, was momentarily stunned after seeing the evil spirit that had lived in his childhood nightmares for decades, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.
The scene fell into an eerily quiet silence.
After about twenty seconds, Medici swallowed what wasn't even saliva and broke the silence: "Yo, yo—isn't that Little Crow?!"
"What? You're the only one here?"
"Isn't that paranoid person around you?"
"A little crow?"
This strange title startled everyone present.
What the heck is that little crow?!
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Seeing no response, Medici continued, forcing a smile. "Are you remembering the time I burned all your hair off, so you're too scared to speak? Haha!"
Even after falling to such a state, Medici still tries to maintain the last bit of face he has as an elder.
Especially in front of Amon, the little brat he watched grow up, who ultimately stabbed him in the back!
Upon hearing this, Marich and Sharon both glanced at Lorne instinctively. They had noticed that the powerful evil spirit seemed to be conversing with Lorne.
Lorne naturally noticed the gaze directed at him by his companion.
But he was a little confused himself. He could swear that he didn't know this red-faced guy in front of him at all!
Could it be that...? He subconsciously reached out and touched the monocle on his right eye.
Does he think I'm part of the Ammon family?
This monocle is a heirloom of the Amon family, maybe it really is—Lorne realized this instantly, and at the same time his brain was racing to think of a solution.
This evil spirit is exceptionally powerful. Judging from the feedback from the "Calamity Premonition," its strength is estimated to have reached the level of a demigod—it can be dealt with with difficulty, but it certainly won't be easy. Moreover, the increasingly dense ominous aura around us indicates that this evil spirit must have other arrangements within these ruins.
After a brief moment of thought, Lorne decided to simply go along with what the other person was saying.
"I was just a little surprised that you were still alive."
"However, in your current state, you might as well be dead."
"hehe."
Seeing the other person's arrogant and unwilling-to-give-up attitude, Lorne chose what he considered the most appropriate tone to reply, one full of sarcasm and disdain. After all, even in this wretched state, still trying to save face, the "Amon" he knew was definitely not a polite person.
"You bastard!"
Medici couldn't hold back his anger upon hearing this.
I've become the way I am today, all thanks to you and that damn paranoid!
He was about to explode.
"calm!"
"calm!"
Medici's two cheeks opened their mouths simultaneously and made different sounds.
"Medici, you brainless idiot! What good will it do us to anger him now!" Soren on the left hissed.
"That's right, that's right," Einhorn on the right echoed.
"So many years have passed, and Alistair Tudor, that culprit, has been dead for just as long. We have absolutely no need to be enemies with Amon anymore," Soren patiently offered his solution.
"If you beg him for mercy now, maybe he'll be happy and let us out!"
"Bullshit! Me, beg for mercy? This is probably just an avatar of Amon. Me, beg for mercy from an avatar? Where are your brains? Oh, right, I forgot, none of you have brains anymore!"
Soren ignored Medici's sarcasm and continued, "All you've said is that you can't let go of your pathetic pride."
"Compared to escaping this miserable situation, what does your little bit of pride amount to?"
"That's right, Medici! Your pride is worthless now. You might as well take advantage of the opportunity to redeem it for some real benefits," Einhorn chimed in with his own "advice."
"Ugh, so annoying! Shut up, all of you!"
Everyone present was taken aback as they stared at the eerie ghost floating in mid-air, talking to itself as if it were schizophrenic.
Especially Raft, who was initially terrified when he saw this suddenly appearing ghost. But upon seeing its comical appearance, his fear dissipated somewhat, and he even felt a bit amused and exasperated.
The terrifying evil spirit that murdered so many of its own people—is this the kind of creature it is?
Just then, Lorne winked at Marich beside him.
The latter winked knowingly and quietly flipped the safety off the submachine gun in his hand.
After a few dozen seconds, it seemed that Medici and the other two had finally finished their discussion.
He cleared his throat, feigning magnanimity: "Ahem—back then, you were just an accomplice. I—don't hate you that much. If you can release me, I might forgive you."
"Uh—" Lorne didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he could only ask, "Interesting—"
"Then how can I help you?"
Upon hearing this, Medici fell silent once again.
"—You are not a little crow." He spoke slowly.
"He's not that easy to talk to."
Lorne's pupils contracted sharply. He glanced at Marich beside him, then slowly lowered his head.
"I think there might be a small misunderstanding between us."
The next second, he suddenly raised his head, and a black spear suddenly appeared in his hand!
"Da da da da da————"