They all call me Great Master-Chapter 470 - 467: Fertilizer!
Silence!
It was too quiet!
Not a single sound on Cork Street!
Even in winter, when insect sounds were absent, the barking of dogs was certainly not rare, and those rats hiding in the gutters would make rustling noises at night.
But now, there was nothing.
There was only the sound of three people breathing—
Whoosh!
Eli sensed the breath of Walsh on his back, and goosebumps rose on his neck.
That breath lacked any warmth.
Instead, it was filled with a chilling sensation.
Like a leaky window on a winter's night.
Eli made no unusual movements but maintained his pace and continued walking forward.
The hand of the stalker who moonlighted as an intelligence trafficker, however, was slowly moving towards his chest.
But in the next moment, it was caught.
It was Doctor Lindster.
Doctor Lindster stretched out his hand and caught Eli's other hand. That palm was like metal from an ice cellar; not only cold but also firm.
Just by grabbing hold, Eli could no longer struggle free.
"Eli, what are you trying to do?
The dissection has just begun!"
Doctor Lindster said softly, and as he smiled, his lips parted to reveal sharp teeth.
...
Doctor Lindster was being dragged along.
"Stop! Eli stop!"
The doctor shouted loudly.
But Eli turned a deaf ear.
On the contrary, the stalker who moonlighted as an intelligence trafficker ran even faster, and the arm of the doctor he was pulling kept swinging violently.
Doctor Lindster was like a bouncy ball tied to a string, constantly colliding with obstacles around him.
Some were gates.
Some were trees.
Some were simply hard walls.
At the first collision, Doctor Lindster was already bleeding from the head.
At the second, his bones made a crisp sound.
By the third, Doctor Lindster was on his last breath.
However, it did not end there.
Eli's mouth let out bursts of strange laughter.
"Hehehe haha, look ahead."
Doctor Lindster, on the verge of death, tried hard to lift his head.
He saw a speeding carriage.
And in front of the carriage was…
His wife.
His oblivious wife continued to walk forward.
"No!
Stop!
Stop it now!"
Doctor Lindster screamed in utter despair.
And Eli's laughter became increasingly shrill and piercing.
...
Walsh slowly drew the Bone Sword, looking at Eli who was carrying him, head down, silent, just moving forward, this 'Pale Hand' novice didn't hesitate.
He thrust the sword straight out!
Thud!
Eli, his neck pierced through, looked astonished and collapsed to the ground.
Beside him, Doctor Lindster called out in a questioning shout.
"What are you doing?"
Without hesitation, Walsh thrust his sword again.
It was all fake anyway.
No need for concern.
The 'Pale Hand' novice thought thus.
Doctor Lindster fell to the ground, a sword through him, incomprehension on his face as he died.
Then...
Noises appeared, dog barks appeared.
"Murder! Murder!"
Everyone on Cork Street was shouting, only No. 2 Cork Street lights remained off.
No. 2 Cork Street, of course, was empty.
Because, that 'Spirit Medium' was still at Caesar Manor, I saw him there this morning.
Walsh thought to himself.
But the next moment—
Creak!
The door at No. 2 Cork Street opened.
'Spirit Medium' Arthur Kredos walked out.
His face, identical to what he remembered, was young and gentle, always wearing a faint smile. When his gaze met Arthur's, it carried curiosity and confusion.
As if he couldn't understand why Arthur would kill someone in the middle of the street.
However, when the 'Spirit Medium' clearly saw Doctor Lindster's body, a solemn look flashed in his eyes.
"Why did you kill Doctor Lindster?"
The 'Spirit Medium' asked.
"Ha, just an illusion!"
Walsh swung the [Bone Sword], striking directly at the 'Spirit Medium.'
Then, he was sent flying.
The [Bone Sword] spun and landed, embedding itself near him.
He himself was slumped on the ground, unable to muster any strength in his body.
"An illusion?
How ignorant!"
The 'Spirit Medium' scolded, then dragged him in front of the two corpses and whispered sternly, "If it were an illusion, could you feel its warmth?
If it were an illusion, would you feel pain?"
The voice was low, but it caused Walsh's eyes to involuntarily widen.
He looked at Doctor Lindster and Eli, who died with their eyes open.
He felt the pain on his own body.
He raised his hand to touch the blood.
He could feel its warmth.
"Is this all real?
No, it's false!
No, it's real!
This is... ah ah ah ah!"
Walsh held his head with both hands, wailing loudly.
Amid his wails, the people around him disappeared one after another, and the streets and trees also dissipated like smoke in the wind.
Only the 'Spirit Medium' remained.
The 'Spirit Medium' watched Walsh, his lips curling into a slight smile, and after binding him with a rope, he twisted it together with two other ropes.
On the other ends of the ropes were Eli and Doctor Lindster.
The three, bound by ropes, stared blankly, drooling from the corners of their mouths.
"Just one more!
The most important one!
You really surprised me!
But...
What will change the outcome?"
The 'Spirit Medium' whispered, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the faces of the three.
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"Eli and that 'bandaged swordsman' have already formed a bond, making the best bait!
Lindster was obsessed with his dead wife.
And you?
Walsh, you truly possess talent and are so useful.
So, all three of you won't die, I'll make good use of you."
The 'Spirit Medium' said, picking up one end of the rope and pulling it forcefully toward a spot in the darkness—light began to emerge in the darkness where the 'Spirit Medium' tread.
Thin cracks appeared within the darkness.
When these cracks interlaced, the entire darkness shattered like an eggshell.
Crack!
A light sound and it burst apart.
The darkness receded.
The night sky appeared.
Under the night canopy, Cork Street was peaceful, the occasional barking dog and rustling adding endless vitality to the street.
The 'Spirit Medium' stood in the middle of Cork Street, dragging the bodies, surveying the street intently.
"Still not quite enough!
Not quite perfect!
It lacks vitality...
I hope you can bring me a surprise, resurrectionist. You've been quite hard to find."
The 'Spirit Medium' muttered to himself, his gaze involuntarily shifting towards No. 2 Cork Street, his eyes immediately filling with wariness.
Especially upon seeing the [Death Serpent Banyan], his apprehension deepened.
He was all too aware of some of the Death Poetry Society's past.
The story of that 'The Sacred Tree,' he knew even better.
That Arthur maintained such a habit was quite telling.
"Truly a scary 'Death's Child.' Not only did you create a decoy to attract everyone's attention, but you also developed to this extent without anyone noticing.
If possible, I really don't want to be your enemy!
Unfortunately, there are no ifs!
What you have is too enticing for me, like this immature 'The Sacred Tree.' It's too beautiful! I can't imagine what it will look like when it matures!"
The 'Spirit Medium' exclaimed, but before his exclamation had finished, a reassuring voice resounded beside his ear—
"Hmm, I'm also looking forward to its maturity. So... how about you become the fertilizer?"
