Chapter 111: The Terrifying Clinic

Inside the main gate, it was pitch black. Silas didn't enter rashly. He reached out and fumbled by the door, turned on the gas lamp inside, and carefully examined the situation.

There was nothing special inside; it was a relatively small triangular room.

The empty room, combined with the ice-blue walls, gave a feeling of a cold laboratory.

On each wall was a black iron door. As Roland had said, the door on the left was the largest.

"Three walls, truly a strange structure," Silas said, then turned and firmly locked the pneumatic door behind him with a padlock to prevent it from accidentally locking shut.

Having watched all five Final Destination movies and numerous horror films, Silas attached great importance to such escape doors.

After confirming that there were no problems, Silas strode to the door of the morgue. Just as he was about to open it, Silas suddenly stopped. As a precaution, he once again activated his inspiration to test if there was any threat inside.

However, this time, after activating his inspiration, Silas instantly felt his hair stand on end. His entire skin felt as if countless insects were wriggling on it, a very terrifying sensation.

Instantly, Silas's eyes widened, and he abruptly took a step back.

Thump! Thump!

Silas suddenly heard a sound in his ears, like a lump of rotting flesh repeatedly hitting the ground.

Screech…

At the same time, the main gate, which was locked with a padlock, seemed to be pushed by some enormous force, causing the steel padlock to creak.

Splat!

A fist-sized lump of flesh squeezed out from the crack of the morgue door. Then, an infant's eyeball appeared in this pile of rotting flesh. The bloodshot eyeball stared fixedly at Silas, exuding an indescribable terror.

Without a word, Silas instantly rushed forward, exceeding his usual limit speed, and dashed out of the room.

"Awooo ss sss gaa!" An incomprehensible, harsh scream came from inside. The steel padlock on the door instantly shattered, and the entire pneumatic door slammed shut.

Swish!

Fortunately, Silas was fast enough. Just as it was about to close, his body shot out like an arrow. Then, he rolled on the ground and, greasing his feet, rushed out of the corridor. While rushing, he roared with a grave expression, "Go! Go! Go!"

Roland, hearing this, instantly knew something was wrong and turned to leave with the two bodyguards.

Bang! At this moment, the main gate suddenly closed, and then another lump of rotting flesh seeped out from the crack of the door.

"Close your eyes! Don't look!" Silas roared, instantly unleashing all his spiritual energy and infusing it into his staff.

Spiritual Energy Infusion: Infusing spiritual energy into substances or weapons with mystical affinity, forming a dense mystical structure, can temporarily replace Silver Blood Potion. However, doing so consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Instantly, the staff, nourished by spiritual energy, was rejuvenated and then burst forth with a biting cold wind.

Roland and the others, at this moment, felt their souls instinctively tremble, shivering with fear. Following their instincts, they obeyed Silas's words and closed their eyes.

However, the bearded man from before had some curiosity in his heart. In the instant before closing his eyes, he glanced at the squeezed-out rotting flesh.

Ahhhhh!

Instantly, a piercing, miserable scream erupted from his mouth. Then, his face could be seen becoming incredibly twisted. His entire skin began to rapidly rot, and his hair turned grey.

"Eat you!" A sinister and terrifying scream came.

After his body decayed, becoming incredibly terrifying and disgusting, he abruptly turned his head, grinned, and bit at Roland and the other bodyguard.

"Don't open your eyes!" Silas flicked the staff in his hand, instantly transforming it into a longsword.

With a quick step, he simultaneously swung the longsword, instantly severing the bearded man's head. Then, with a spinning kick, he sent his burly body flying a full two meters.

While turning, Silas grabbed Roland and the other bodyguard's clothes and said in a low voice, "Follow my force!"

With that, he took a step forward, and the longsword in his hand, carrying a biting cold wind, fiercely stabbed into the lump of rotting flesh.

Screech, screech!!

A strange sound came from the rotting flesh. Then, the severely injured rotting flesh instantly contracted.

Silas's body tensed. Then, his legs and waist suddenly exerted force, and with a powerful shoulder strike, he forcibly smashed open the sealed door.

"Go!"

Silas roared in a low voice, pulling the two and rushing out frantically.

Ga-ga-ga…

At this moment, a piercing scream came from the door. Silas looked back and saw a pile of deathly white minced meat accumulated at the door, gradually forming a boneless, terrifying infant crawling on the ground.

Bang!

That infant seemed unable to leave the clinic. Under its pale and horrifying gaze, the main gate slammed shut, and everything returned to normal.

"Silas, how is it?" Roland asked tentatively, listening to Silas panting heavily.

Silas took a deep breath. "Open your eyes, but don't look at the clinic. Get in the carriage and go quickly, to the Church of Holy Blood! This matter has completely escalated!"

The two, at this moment, no longer had any hesitation or doubt. The miserable screams of their companion just now, as well as those inhuman screams and the strange, putrid smell, had already let them know that this matter far exceeded their original expectations.

Without a word, after getting Markok into the carriage, the bodyguard, his face pale with fright, drove the carriage at the fastest speed towards the Church of Holy Blood.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, inside the Moonflower Chapel of the Church of Holy Blood.

Markok's sleeping body lay on a platform built of white stone.

Beside him were three people.

Silas, Father Anthony, and Logan, dressed in a black robe.

An hour ago, Silas had brought Roland and the other two in through the east gate of the Church of Holy Blood, which had relatively fewer people. The two were temporarily arranged by a nun to pray and wait in the main hall, while Silas, carrying Markok, directly found Father Anthony, who was on duty today.

After explaining the matter in detail, Father Anthony was instantly extremely shocked. Then, without Silas's request, he led Silas to the Moonflower Chapel, which was specifically used for Night Watchers to rest during the day.

When they arrived, Logan and the other two were sleeping soundly.

Logan was very alert. He quietly woke up after the group entered and went out to greet Silas.

After listening to Silas's detailed description, Logan decided to first conduct a comprehensive examination of Markok's body to determine the cause of the matter.

At this moment, Logan held a silver hip flask with complex reliefs in his left hand. He took a sip, then closed his eyes and waited for a while.

Silas, beside him, clearly felt a dense wave of spiritual energy flash by, then Logan suddenly spat out the wine.

Instantly, the wine mist in the air turned into countless ice-blue particles, which, under Logan's control, transformed into a miniature raven and slowly seeped into Markok's body.

The next second, Markok's body began to wriggle violently. His entire face was extremely pained, his throat constantly moving, yet he couldn't wake up, as if having a nightmare.

Logan clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and muttered.

Half a minute later, retch, retch, retch…

Following Markok's violent vomiting, a large amount of undigested minced meat and foul-smelling rotting flesh was vomited out…