Chapter 375: Forgetting and Abandoning

Suburbs of Shiraz.

An explosion as loud as thunder suddenly sounded, and the raging flames were like a giant fire beast descending from the void, and in an instant, the entire secret manor was completely swallowed into its flaming mouth.

The raging flames were as thick as blood, and the fire beast seemed to have countless fine and sharp fangs in its body. In half an instant, it attacked the buildings, land, traces, corpses, and the two ill-intentioned visitors in the manor, vowing to chew these useless things into pieces.

Crushed things are the best fuel.

The shattered construction waste and blood and flesh residues further contributed to the size of the fire beast. The scarlet flame column that soared into the sky was clearly visible within a mile radius. The ignorant and foolish mortals knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, chanting, "Oh, great Allah, please calm down, please forgive our sins, please forgive this sinful world."

These foolish and ignorant mortals, as a first reaction, attributed this terrible power to the power of their Lord Allah - only God can create such great destruction, only God can create such gorgeous destruction!

Who can survive this terrifying power of divine punishment? All the evil, all the misfortunes, all the pagans in the world will be destroyed under the divine punishment of my Lord Allah!

This group of foolish believers, shocked by the power of their Lord Allah, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, chanting chapters of the Koran, but no one dared to look up and look directly at the blazing fire.

But if there is really a heretic who dares to overcome his inner stupidity and resolutely raises his head to look at the blazing flames as sticky as blood, then he will see another terrifying reality that can subvert his self-cognition.

I saw that in the burning scarlet flames, there were two dark figures that were incredible!

The two figures seemed to be completely unharmed by the flames, and were slowly walking out of the flames, until the two human figures with their bodies burnt black finally walked out of the blazing fireball.

Every time the two charred figures took a step, pieces of burnt and hard skin would slowly fall from them. The abandoned burn injuries suddenly fell to the ground, and immediately released the power of suppression and deception, and a small flame flower ignited with a bang.

After the human figures withdrew their burnt skin, they also exposed the pink and bright or dull and dark red texture inside. The textures like fine silk threads were twisting their slender bodies wildly, as if they were screaming and dancing heartily.

Some incomprehensible, difficult to repeat, and difficult to explain strange syllables rode on the hot waves of fire and entered the heads of ignorant believers who were kneeling on the ground nearby to worship the great deeds of Allah.

Their hearts could not help but beat rapidly, and an irresistible desire for exercise arose in their hearts.

With a strange cry, the first fool who lost control jumped up, raised his toes and waved his arms facing the blazing fireball, playing the traditional and ancient Persian dance.

Under the inexplicable excitement, the fools with rapidly beating hearts also jumped up and joined the dance to worship Allah.

"Oh great Allah, you are our only Allah, you are the creator and master of the universe!"

"Oh great Allah, you are eternal, you are independent, you are destruction."

"Allah is everywhere! Allah is omnipotent!"

"We are willing to dedicate all we have for you, we are willing to dedicate all we have for you!!!"

Singing the words of praise, the atmosphere of the dance quickly became fanatical. This touch of enthusiasm, this touch of madness, this touch of devotion, has built an invisible bridge of connection with the two charred human figures outside the fire of divine punishment that they dare not look at in the distance.

The foolish believers who fell into absolute fanaticism seemed to be able to build a channel of connection with their Lord Allah. They all listened to the teachings of Allah without exception, but the voice of Allah in the minds of some people was a female voice, while the voice of Allah in the minds of others was a male voice.

"My believers, dedicate your heart and life to me, and I will lead you into the supreme paradise."

"Waste! Hurry up and offer everything you have to please me!!!"

As the two completely different voices of Allah resounded in the skull, the faces of the ignorant believers were also filled with satisfied laughter of reaching the peak of bliss. Their smiles were mixed with fanaticism, weakness, and a faint gray death color!

Two charred and cracked terrifying human figures have gradually stepped into the crowd of people dancing in revelry.

But the foolish believers who were so close to them did not notice that the two severely damaged and ruined human figures were approaching, and they did not realize that as the two terrifying human figures approached, the words of Allah resounding in their heads became clearer and more obvious... Their lives were also slipping away more and more quickly.

The gray and dead color condensed on the foolish believers' silly smiles. Until the moment they died of exhaustion, their eyes were shining with joy and pride - Ah! I have seen the true face of my Lord Allah, I have listened to the teachings of my Lord Allah, and I have ascended to the infinitely beautiful paradise!!!

These were the last words of this group of ignorant believers before they died.

When they decided to wholeheartedly believe in the revelation of Allah that resounded in their skulls, pieces of charred, dry and hard cracked skin also flew out from the surface of the new Lord Allah they believed in and landed on their foreheads. Those who had been deceived and concealed The suppressed raging flames roared and reappeared in the world, igniting all the fanatically dancing foolish believers and turning them into dancing, living torches.

Under the flames as scarlet as blood, there are decayed bodies that are already withered and thin - their lives and health have long been selflessly dedicated to the two Gods who speak different words.

When all the flames and pain of fraud and deception were transferred to these foolish mortals, the two charred bodies completely lost the burn marks on their surfaces, completely exposing the pink and dark red texture inside.

The life-giving power derived from deception was also fully unfolded at this time, and wisps of white, smooth, or bronze-tough viscous liquid flowed out from the gaps in the texture fibers. The mucus quickly penetrated out, exposing the two bodies to the air. The horrifying form enveloped him, like melted wax dripping onto a living human body.

A chaotic and wild dark wind blew quietly, and the thick gelatinous wax solidified.

The shocking figure that was covered in burns and scars a second ago has now transformed into a naked man and woman.

The female body has well-proportioned bones and muscles, and every trace of fat and muscle has just the right amount of beauty, making it appear both plump and charming, as well as slim and graceful.

The male body is lean and strong, and every muscle seems to be hardened steel, and it seems that it can be turned into a killing weapon with every move.

The newborn male twisted his neck, and there was a crackling sound of bones. The surrounding human torches that had completely lost all signs of life immediately fell to the ground and shattered into pools of coke-like powder.

The woman took off the clothes that were dried in a nearby residence and wrapped them around her body to cover her important parts. She looked back at the flames that were still burning, and the scarlet fire seemed to be burning vigorously in her beautiful eyes.

She smiled a pitiful and sad smile, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that we two mothmen would be deceived by a lion."

"It's so ridiculous and sad~~~"

Watson also turned back to look at the scarlet flames that almost burned the two of them until they could no longer be burned. There was a faint light of doubt and thinking in his left eye, but a strong fighting spirit was also ignited in his right eye. fire.

"Secret Master of the Tomb Guardsmen... I will repay this pain to you thousands of times!!!"

Mary Morstan smiled and said: "Mr. Watson, let's go back first. It seems that the secrets of the Tomb Keeper family for thousands of years are not so easy to crack... This time, we were indeed hasty."

"Um."

The two figures left the scene in an instant, leaving only humanoid charred traces on the ground and scarlet flames burning not far away.

………………

At night, in the temporary residence of the manor.

Herb Butler, who had been sleeping for a whole day, finally woke up. With a pale face, he tremblingly called to the servants to bring him food, and listened to the daily report of his subordinate secretary.

As the only agent of Heb Transportation Company in the Qajar Dynasty, Heb Butler wakes up every morning and needs to listen to the intelligence information collected and reported by his subordinates, and summarize and select the information that may have certain value, and summarize it in Daily work reports are uploaded to higher-level leaders.

But when he heard the news that an unprovoked violent fire broke out in the suburbs of the city today, and the locals on the periphery of the fire were incredibly burned into a puddle of human-shaped coke powder.

Herb Butler knew that this matter must be inextricably linked to the two guests he received yesterday.

"No! It's not as simple as being connected. This matter must be caused by Miss Sholto and Mr. Cavell!"

"Are they really here for the lost tombs of the Shadowless Kings? No wonder they asked me to take them to Persepolis to watch the sunrise over the fake kings' tombs as soon as last night."

"The burned manor has existed in the area for many years... was it originally the property of the Tomb Keeper family?"

"But how did the two of them learn this news?"

"Did I reveal the information about the Tomb Keeper clan to them last night?" Herb Butler felt his head hurt badly when he thought about it, "Fake! Fake! Fake!"

He couldn't help but hammer his head several times, as if the obvious pain could relieve the vague buzzing inside his head.

Herb Butler calmed down and recited the warning mantra assigned by the company in his heart, and then he felt that his spirit seemed to be sober again, and the weird clicking in his head seemed to have calmed down.

"Hopefully this is more than just psychological self-comfort."

"But why do I always feel like I'm forgetting something?"

"Has my current situation been mentioned in the employee handbook issued by the company? Have I been quietly plotted by Miss Sholto or Mr. Cavell?"

"Fake! None of these guys who study invisible arts are really normal. They secretly cast evil spells on others for no reason."

"I'm obviously on the same team as you two. If there's anything you want to know, can't you just ask?!"

Herb Butler cursed secretly in his heart, then turned to ask the exotic and graceful secretary who was waiting, "Are the two guests back?"

"Yes, Mr. Heber, Miss Sholto and Mr. Cavill returned to the manor in the afternoon and are now resting in their rooms." The wheat-skinned female secretary smiled charmingly, "And according to the testimony of residents near the suburban fire, the raging fire suspected to be caused by the power of Allah broke out at noon."

Heber Butler's eyebrows were entangled with a trace of worry again. He naturally understood the secretary's hint. It seems that the fire is indeed related to the two guests... No, this information must be recorded in today's work report and reported to the superiors. If these two guests keep making trouble like this, I don't have the energy to continue to cover it up for them.

"Okay, I know, you go out first, I'll call you in later." He waved his hand and drove away the secretary with a faint desire in his eyes.

After the secretary left in extreme disappointment, Heber Butler immediately opened the safe hidden in his bedroom, took out the special communication equipment equipped by the company, and put in an ancient copper coin containing a weak invisible force. The equipment lit up with a blue light symbolizing the smooth communication channel.

He typed out the words according to the company's internal code book, "Today, an unknown fire broke out in the suburbs of Shiraz, suspected to be——"

Knock knock knock, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

Heber Butler closed the communication device impatiently and asked angrily: "Who is it?"

And a soft and kind voice that made his heart flutter came from outside the door, as if a warm and harmonious spring breeze was gently caressing his earlobe.

"Mr. Heber, have you rested?"

"I have something I want to ask you for help, can you please let me in?"

"It's Miss Sholto!" This thought immediately emerged in Heber Butler's heart, and some emotions and desires that should have been forgotten rushed to his head again, quickly occupying the height of consciousness, making him lose his rational cognition again, and a silly smile bloomed on his face.

He swallowed deeply, took a black cloth to cover the secret communication device on the table, and then ran to the door in ecstasy, still daydreaming in his heart: Miss Sholto came to my bedroom late at night to ask me for help, what exactly does she need help with? It can't be that kind of thing... Hehehe!

Heber Butler opened the door, smiled flatteringly, and asked enthusiastically: "Miss Sholto, what do you need my help with?"

Miss Sholto stood outside the door under the silver moonlight, the light silver light fell on her shoulders, and she seemed to be shining.

Mary smiled, "Mr. Heber, I need your help... forget all this."

At this time, Watson, who was rarely alone, listened to the faint buzzing sound in another part of the manor.

He looked up at the pale arc moon like a skeleton, put his five fingers together and stabbed into his waist like a knife, and took out the crazy flesh hidden in the right kidney of his adopted son.

Then he threw the chaotic blood and flesh in his palm, whispering crazily, to the pale moon.

The blood and flesh, finally free and unrestrained, spread out its ugly wings of skin and flesh, soaring freely in the shadows that even the moonlight could not illuminate, and moved forward along the invisible road mixed with the rhythm of drums, the breath of heat, and the sound of clanging.

"Go, tell the master of the tomb keeper that I have something important to discuss with him."