Chapter 116: The Power of Sound

Silas looked at the messy basement and the exploded rotting flesh around. Having lost their mystical effect, these pieces of rotting flesh gradually returned to their original appearance.

Silas saw fingers, saw arms, saw skin, saw various organs and tissues of the human body.

Retch, retch, retch…

For a moment, Silas felt intense nausea.

The three Night Watchers were already accustomed to this. At this moment, they were searching for important remnants inside.

Just as Silas was about to follow, he suddenly heard faint whispers in his ears.

"So hateful! Why did he kill my child? What did my child do wrong? Damn Elijah…"

Hearing this voice, Silas remained composed. Through his control over sound, he knew this was the residual echo of some souls that were about to dissipate, gathered here.

"The nature of a corpse infant is similar to that of a resentful spirit. Both are evil thought-forms formed by the gathering of countless resentful emotions. It's just that the way the two manifest is completely different."

"This voice should be that of the murdered pregnant woman, and the child she mentioned should be the corpse infant. As for Elijah, he should be the culprit who killed the pregnant woman and turned the infant into this state."

"There should be quite a few dead people here. While the mysticism hasn't completely dissipated yet, there should still be some other residual echoes."

Thinking of this, Silas closed his eyes and condensed his spiritual energy, forming a virtual large bell in his mind, simulating the large bell on the warship and emitting similar ripples.

Dong!

A heavy and deep sound emanated through spiritual energy, forming countless ripples that spread outwards.

"Huh? Did you guys hear a bell?" Bobby, who was searching for something, twitched his ears and suddenly asked.

Marx nodded slightly. "I think I heard it too, but it was too illusory, like a trick of the mind."

Logan, in front, glanced at Silas and said calmly, "Don't think too much. Focus on searching."

Here, as the bell sound spread, Silas began to search using his own method.

"Oh, lost souls yearning for tranquility, heed the guidance of the Evening Bell's sound, follow your instincts, and gather. Merge into this Evening Bell, rely on the endless wings of my Lord, and obtain salvation and peace."

Less than three seconds after the thoughts were transmitted with the bell sound, Silas felt the echoes of five broken souls appear from nowhere and quickly gather towards him.

The consciousness of these people was already completely blurred. Everything followed instinct, leaving only a few scattered words or a few sentences.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

"There's human blood in the coffee… it tastes quite good."

"There's excellent food in that restaurant…"

"I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

"What kind of meat is this hamburger made of? It's delicious."

Five residual souls, five disjointed fragments of speech.

But they all pointed to one event: eating.

Silas opened his eyes. "These five people all have a special penchant for eating. This means that the person who killed them and threw their bodies here lured them through eating. Coffee shop… human blood… it's indeed related to ghouls."

While Silas was contemplating, Marx smiled and asked, "What? Not coming over to take a look?"

Silas immediately shook his head. "I'm not ready yet. Next time!"

This scene was truly too disgusting.

Marx didn't insist and changed the subject. "Having experienced this battle, how do you feel?"

Silas recalled the series of actions of the three just now and answered seriously, "Cautious and careful, advancing step by step."

"Incisive!" Marx gave a thumbs-up.

"Spot on!" Bobby said with an approving look.

Logan turned to look at Silas's pale face and constantly moving throat, then smiled. "Since you're not participating in the aftermath, don't suffer here. Your mission is over. You can go home now."

Hearing this, Silas didn't refuse at all. After thanking them, he turned and rushed out.

"Haha!" Looking at Silas's retreating figure, Marx laughed heartily.

Sitting in the Church's carriage, Silas leaned back in his chair, recalling the battle just now and his own performance.

"Although physical methods are effective against these things, they are not the most effective method," Silas said, looking down at the longsword in his hand.

The battle just now had given him some insight.

"Can I, like Mr. Logan, directly attack invisibly through mysticism? For example, through my Evening Bell's sound."

"The sound wave blades formed by my spiritual energy have good mystical cutting properties and also good insight. Alas, this series of actions today was too constrained by my status as a Priest. My training in sound has not improved at all. I need to pay attention to this. My true life-saving and combat-enhancing trump card is this power of sound. I must train it up as soon as possible."

In the past ten-odd days, Silas had not practiced in terms of sound. After all, he lacked too many things and needed to build a solid foundation first.

"After this matter is over, I'll find some mystical books related to sound to read… Wait, don't I have one in my hand?"

Suddenly, Silas thought of The Evening Bell of the Secluded Valley in his hand.

"My tolerance was not good enough back then. Looking at it now, it should be time to start exploring the secrets in this book."

Just as Silas was contemplating, he suddenly heard faint panting in his ears.

This panting was very heavy and strange, as if a mouthful of phlegm were stuck in the throat, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.

Hearing this sound, Silas immediately became extremely vigilant, his whole body tensing.

Because this strange sound was the unique panting of a small ghoul.

As the sound approached, Silas felt a shadow loom over him.

"Still trying to mess with me?" Silas's eyes widened.

Silas, having had experience once, instantly reacted.

Dong!

He once again struck the spiritual energy bell in his mind, and thick ripples spread out.

While spreading, Silas began to adjust the ripples of the bell sound.

"Sharp blades!"

As his voice fell, those thick ripples instantly surged, transforming into countless spiritual energy blades with terrifying cutting power.

An incredibly harsh sound, like scratching glass, rang out.

The invisible shadow directly shattered and dissipated.

"The effect is not bad!" Silas nodded with satisfaction, turned his head, and looked through the carriage window. He happened to see a figure in a black suit under the dim light at the street corner.

That figure slightly raised its head, revealing a rotten face and a ferocious large mouth under the brim of its hat.

He gave Silas a bizarre smile, then disappeared.

Silas stared in that direction, his expression calm, and muttered to himself, "What on earth do you guys want?"

The carriage continued to gallop, and Silas soon returned to his warm home.

In the living room, Ada sat at the table, praying.

When she saw Silas return, she let out a deep sigh of relief and smiled. "Goddess bless!"

Silas threw all his worries and problems to the back of his mind, put on his most relaxed expression, and said with a smile, "Goddess bless! Let's eat!"

"It's all ready!" Ada smiled and turned to walk into the kitchen.

The most sumptuous dinner of the year was about to begin.