Chapter 472 Spider, Cocoon
The gray fog should not be affected by the temperature, but after Alger finished reading this complete ballad, his body could not help but feel a chill.
He glanced around in fear, and then looked straight at Mr. Fool. From Mr. Fool's smiling calmness, he gradually overcame the fear from the bottom of his heart.
"The King in Yellow, the Lord of the Star Sea in the distant starry sky..." Little Sun Derrick whispered twice, shook his head and said, "I have never heard of this name, and there is no relevant record in the history of our Silver City."
"Hehe, how many years of history does your Silver City have?" Emlyn habitually taunted, coughed lightly and said, "I will look through the vast and great history of our blood clan after I go back, and I believe I can find relevant descriptions."
Audrey, Fors and others cast their eyes, glanced at Emlyn, and then looked away in disappointment. They did not hold much hope for this.
"I have heard the legend of the Yellow King many times on the sea."
Cattleya spoke up and popularized the late-night street legends on the harbor to Audrey and others for free.
The stories and legends about the Yellow King and his followers have only begun to spread on the sea in recent months.
It is said that many lucky people have encountered the Yellow King and realized their wishes. Of course, many unlucky people have been punished by the Yellow King.
After listening to Cattleya's story, Alger also echoed: "Yes, this is a legend that has only become popular on the sea in recent times. As for whether it is true and credible, only those who have experienced it personally can know."
Audrey and Fors, who had also ventured on the sea for a while, did not speak, for fear of accidentally exposing their identities.
After all, the combination of three people and one dog was still well-known on the sea.
After discussing for a while, the Tarot Club members couldn't help but look at Mr. Fool, wanting to seek his answer.
"The Yellow King, the incarnation of an ancient." Klein spoke slowly.
He did not directly point out that the King in Yellow might be the incarnation of the stars, but used an Ancient One as a substitute.
This was to avoid exposing the stars' true colors, so as not to interfere with what the stars wanted to do. After all, Mr. Fool had a good relationship with the stars.
The incarnation of the Ancient One?
Is he the same existence as Mr. Fool?
The Tarot Club members understood something in their hearts, and tacitly did not continue to discuss the King in Yellow, but instead focused on the organization of the Yellow Monks and their increasingly frequent activities recently.
"Don't go out late at night, or you will meet the Yellow Monks."
Klein controlled the world to give a small warning to prevent the Tarot Club members from taking risks.
After the Tarot Club ended, Klein washed his hands in the bathroom, wiped his cheeks with a towel, tidied his clothes, and then walked out.
When he went out, he got on a carriage and went to pick out a bunch of delicious and latest ice creams in person.
At night, Klein fell asleep early to avoid another complaint from Will.
When he said that he needed a drop of Will's blood, he was immediately strongly opposed by Will.
Fortunately, he had made sufficient preparations this time. He kept throwing out the temptation of ice cream, and finally persuaded Will to provide a drop of blood at the cost of providing the latest ice cream for three months.
"There is one more thing you need to pay attention to for me."
When Klein was about to end the dream, Will hurriedly called him.
Klein looked at him deeply. He was really cunning. He waited until he promised to provide so much ice cream before saying that he had something to trouble him.
"Ahem, as a qualified gentleman, you shouldn't be so fussy with a child."
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
"If you meet someone who can't peek into fate recently, or a pair of scissors that can cut fate into pieces, remember to help pay attention."
"Scissors?"
"I'm not sure, it may be something similar. Anyway, just be careful."
After saying that, Will hurried away.
It was a bit confusing, but it felt a bit important.
Klein thought for a while, but didn't come up with any clues, so he stopped thinking for the time being.
...
Late at night, on the streets of Backlund's dock area, a group of more than a dozen yellow-robed monks were walking along the coastline.
The light of the stars in the sky dotted on the sea, reflecting the sparkling sea surface.
The street lamps along the street not far away still shone with the same dim light as last night.
The people who followed the indescribable figure walked in the kingdom of the night under the shining of the stars.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a gust of wind, whistling, blowing the dim light of the street lamps on both sides of the street intermittently.
The yellow monks who walked devoutly all the way were not disturbed, and they didn't even look sideways.
The street lamps seemed to be overwhelmed, and suddenly the last faint light was completely dissipated, leaving only a darkness covering the surroundings.
In the sky, I don't know when a dark cloud blew, briefly blocking the light from the stars.
A figure suddenly rushed out from the dark corner and took away the last person in the yellow monk team silently.
The team still didn't stop, as if they didn't notice anything.
As the team moved forward, the figure came and went, taking away the person walking at the end in the same way.
At this time, the person in charge of leading the team suddenly stopped, turned around and looked back, and the whole team also stopped.
After a whisper, they began to count the number of people, and were surprised to find that two people had disappeared from the original team of fourteen.
And there was no sign or movement.
The leader closed his eyes, trying to find some clues by searching for related fates, but it didn't work at all.
At this time, another figure rushed out and took away the third person.
This time, many yellow monks saw with their own eyes how the person at the end of the team disappeared silently in the night.
And the mysterious black shadow that had kidnapped three people did not give up. It was still hiding in the darkness, ready to kidnap the fourth person at any time.
"The Lord of the Star Sea in the Distant Starry Sky."
"The Chaos Formless Unspeakable One."
"The End of Endless Faith."
"The Great King of Yellow."
At this time, the leader prayed loudly to the Great King of Yellow, and the other yellow monks also made waves of prayer at the same time.
In the sky, the stars suddenly bloomed, dispelling the small dark clouds and scattering the light again.
The soft light of the stars was like a veil draped over the bodies of His devout believers, and like an indestructible armor that could resist the dangers from the outside world.
The mysterious shadow in the darkness finally slowly retreated into the darkness behind him, fearing that it would be illuminated by the light of the stars.
When everything returned to calm, the leader first led the other yellow monks to thank the Yellow King for his blessing, and then continued to check the team members.
There were indeed three people missing.
After a long silence, the leader continued to lead the yellow monks tonight along the established path.
The gods they believed in would protect every devout believer, and as for the blasphemers hiding in the darkness, they would eventually be punished by fate.
The next day, just after dawn, the dock workers who got up early to work found three bodies wrapped in white silk hanging on the Belrand Bridge and the winding river.
The three bodies were arranged in a triangle, and all of their bodies, except for the eyes, were wrapped in white silk threads and hung.
From a distance, they looked like three white cocoons hanging up.
Soon, the police who received the alarm rushed to the scene and untied the three bodies from the Belland Bridge.
Through inspection and analysis, they found that the so-called white silk threads were spider silk!
Although they were very tough to tear, they could be easily burned with fire.
But where did Backlund get such a big spider?
Or was it the kind of super-large spider that could spit silk to wrap people up?
The news spread quickly, and the headlines of today's news included words such as "Belland Bridge Murder Case, the Murderer Was a Super Spider".
In Queens, in a luxurious villa, Hasta sat at a small table in the garden, reading today's newspaper with his legs crossed and drinking Marquis black tea.
The Belrand Bridge, the hanging white cocoons, the big spiders that haunted the night...
Hasta's eyes looked through this sensational behavior and saw a twisted and dark heart hidden behind it.
The maid in charge of cleaning the garden walked over with a slightly heavier step than usual.
"What's the matter?"
"My Lord Earl, a pilgrim team was attacked in the dock area last night, and three believers were kidnapped by a mysterious black shadow lurking in the dark."
"Have you read today's newspaper?"
"I have."
"What are you going to do?"
"The gardener and the cook have gone to deal with this matter and will not be able to come back to work in a short time. I came to inform my Lord Earl."
"Anything else?"
"No."
"Well, then go down."
Hasta did not give any new instructions, so he asked the yellow monks to play with that person. He couldn't solve everything himself.
The maid didn't say anything else, and left here as she said, continuing to sweep the leaves in the garden that fell due to the wind last night.
This is her job.