There was an abandoned chapel in the middle of Williams Street, with dead vines covering the walls and gray stones scattered here and there.

Inside the chapel, excrement and sundries are intertwined, and stone piles and withered grass are interspersed.

In a half-collapsed corner, a middle-aged man in black tights moved away the stones that concealed the entrance of the cave, and carefully and excitedly drilled into the tunnel with excavation tools, lighting equipment and a soil basket.

His temples are gray and his eye bags are swollen. He is the descendant of the Quaternary Tudor family who was hidden from Baron Rafter Pound who was considered mentally ill by the outside world.

This dude who was always entangled with high-end call girls had a serious expression and bright eyes at this time, showing no sign of being addicted to sex at all.

With his elbows on the ground, he quickly crawled down the slope, as if the end of the tunnel hides his greatest and only hope in this life.

It didn't take long before he touched the wet soil and cold stone in front of him.

This didn't extinguish Rafter Pound's enthusiasm, and he repeated the movements that he had become extremely proficient in for a while.

While digging, moving, and transporting, suddenly, a dark underground palace appeared in front of him.

Rafter Pound's expression suddenly went crazy with excitement, he suddenly leaned forward, and grabbed a black iron coat of arms.

There is a hand holding a scepter on the coat of arms, and Raft Pound's eyes are shining, as if they are burning.

As soon as he put the black iron coat of arms on his chest, everything in front of him suddenly shattered. He was still in the narrow and irregular tunnel, and there were still wet soil and cold stones ahead.

No, besides that, there was another person quietly "watching" him.

That's a man with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no eyebrows, no ears!

Rafter Pound's pupils shrank, and he felt numbness rising from the waist down, along the spine, and straight to the back of the head.

He didn't even think about it, immediately dropped all the utensils, and frantically backed away.

His elbows slammed into the ground, bloody and bloody, but he didn't feel any pain.

Finally, Rafter Pound left the tunnel and returned to the abandoned chapel.

Because the lantern was lost, at this moment he could only see the deep darkness and the dim "Crimson" shrouded in the edge.

Suddenly, the withered vines climbing on the wall swayed like snakes, and a figure came out from the night.

She was wearing a gothic court dress and a small black bonnet. She had a face that was so pale that it was almost transparent, light blond hair that was not human, and blue eyes.

Rafter Pound almost yelled, the appearance of such a woman in such an environment is no different from ghost stories in folklore!

Da da da!

He took a few steps back, almost tripping over a stone.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, suppressed his fear, and showed an expression of anxiety and hope, excitement and anticipation: "You, are you that evil spirit in the underground palace?

"Yes, it must be you!"

Your Excellency the Baron, you seem to have misunderstood something... "Faceless Man" Klein came out of the tunnel and stood quietly in the shadows.

His and Sharon's plan was originally to scare Rafter Pound away by pretending to be a ghost, so that he would never dare to spy on the underground ruins again, but the other party's reaction was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Sharon stood still for a second, and asked tacitly, "What do you want to say?"

Rafter Pound breathed out quietly, drew the corners of his mouth and said: "After so many years of trying, I think you should have understood that killing the descendants of the Tudor family will not help you break the seal. JrNovels.com