Chapter 90:
In the heavy rain, the silhouette of the sanatorium loomed like a crouching beast.
The broken windows were like empty eye sockets, staring at the uninvited guests.
Yang Jian stood beside Celeste. The rain automatically parted around them.
"Are you always this violent?"
"Otherwise? Invite it for coffee?" Celeste narrowed her eyes as she scanned the surroundings.
She wanted to see if there was anything abnormal, but the result left her disappointed.
"Last time, a rookie exorcist tried to reason with a ghoul. Now his left leg is still in some demon's collection room."
The two walked toward the rusted main gate. Yang Jian suddenly said,
"That cross around your neck is quite interesting."
Celeste instinctively touched the necklace. "It was the last gift my father left me."
She hesitated for a moment. "Why?"
"The craftsmanship is very special."
Yang Jian said lightly, "There seems to be something flowing inside the gem."
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. The two looked at each other.
Celeste frowned slightly: "You can see it?"
Yang Jian pointed at his eyes: "Super vision. You know?"
Celeste: ......
She felt it was a bit ridiculous. This man was ridiculously powerful.
Thinking of this, she lowered her voice: "This is a secret of the Karstein family. Legend says a drop of angel's blood is sealed inside the gem."
Yang Jian looked at her and gave a meaningful "Oh." He was about to speak when the gate suddenly creaked open by itself.
A cold wind carrying a rotten stench blew against their faces.
From the depths of the corridor came the faint sound of iron chains dragging on the ground.
"A warm welcome ceremony."
Yang Jian shrugged and turned to look at Celeste.
"Mind if I ask you a question?"
"Uh… go ahead. You seem curious about everything." Celeste gripped her silver sword tightly and cautiously stepped into the building.
The corridor had only faint lighting. If Yang Jian wasn't beside her, she would never have dared come alone.
Yang Jian followed behind her and asked casually.
"After you get your revenge, what do you plan to do?"
Celeste's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly.
She fell into thought. A few seconds later, she sighed.
"I haven't thought about it. Maybe continue taking jobs and paying off the mortgage?"
Thinking of this, she smiled self-mockingly. "After all, holy silver bullets don't grow on trees."
At that moment,
A giggling sound came from the depths of the corridor, like countless children laughing at the same time.
Celeste was about to say something, but when she saw Yang Jian beside her looking completely calm, she stopped.
Damn it, with a teammate like this, what exactly was she worried about?
"Sounds pretty miserable."
Yang Jian casually snapped his fingers. Flames ignited in his hand, and the firelight illuminated the dense claw marks on the walls.
It wasn't hard to see what had happened here before.
"How about joining me? Room and board included, plus equipment provided." Yang Jian continued.
Celeste rolled her eyes at him: "And then what? Follow you around fighting demons every day?"
"Better than having your underwear bitten to shreds by a werewolf neighbor."
Celeste: "..."
They continued walking deeper inside. Their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.
Celeste suddenly stopped: "If we encounter danger later, what should we do?"
"Encounter danger?" Yang Jian lazily interrupted her.
"Just hide behind me."
"I mean," Celeste looked at him seriously for once.
"Don't expose too many of your trump cards to save me. The Black Crow Cult is best at exploiting people's weaknesses."
Yang Jian met her gaze for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Don't worry. They won't force me to use my trump cards."
Celeste was stunned. Before she could say anything—
Boom!
The ceiling suddenly collapsed! A several-meter-tall stitched monster smashed down between the two of them.
It was pieced together from countless corpses.
"ROAR!!"
The monster roared. Its grotesque eyes looked at the two of them.
Then, dozens of arms simultaneously reached toward Celeste, who was closest to it!
Celeste was shocked and tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
The stitched monster's dozens of rotting arms got closer and closer to Celeste.
But soon, they all suddenly froze.
"You know," Yang Jian's voice came from beside her.
"This kind of stitched monster is most afraid of two things."
He slowly walked to Celeste's side and casually struck the monster beside him.
"The first is fire."
The stitches on the stitched monster suddenly began to burn. Golden flames spread along every seam. The monster let out a shrill howl. Dozens of twisted human faces opened their mouths and screamed at the same time.
Celeste seized the opportunity to draw her silver sword and warily retreated two steps.
"And the second?"
Yang Jian smiled faintly: "The second is me!"
He pressed his hand on the burning monster and gave it a gentle push.
Boom!
The three-meter-tall monster instantly exploded into countless pieces. The burning chunks of flesh scattered like fireworks, but strangely turned to ashes before they even hit the ground.
Celeste's silver sword was still raised in mid-air: "..."
She was increasingly feeling that having a good teammate was really useful. What the hell kind of cracked-version game clear was this?!
"Let's go."
Yang Jian patted nonexistent dust off his hands. "The main boss is waiting for us."
His gaze turned to the other side. Celeste followed his line of sight.
At the end of the corridor was a bronze door carved with a crow pattern.
Dark red light seeped through the cracks. Faint sounds of painful groans could be heard from inside.
Yang Jian had already walked out and didn't wait for her.
Celeste suddenly reacted and quickly grabbed Yang Jian's arm: "Wait."
She took off the silver cross from around her neck. "Since you can see the angel's blood inside, can you also see other things?"
Yang Jian raised an eyebrow and looked at the woman.
She even knew how to hug a thick thigh at the right moment.
"You want me to help you look at the seal?"
"No."
Celeste took a deep breath. Her thoughts turned to her family.
"My father told me that when the crow appears again, I should unseal it. I didn't understand what he meant before, but now…"
She handed the cross to Yang Jian: "Besides, I've tried every method and couldn't open it."
Yang Jian took the cross. The sapphire felt slightly warm in his palm.
A trace of golden light flashed in his eyes. Super vision instantly saw through and analyzed it.
"This thing is very simple. It requires angel bloodline to unseal."
"But our family is just ordinary exorcists!"
"No, you're not."
Yang Jian became a little interested. This woman clearly had the female protagonist template.
Missing parents, abnormal family, unexpected encounters, being led to dangerous places.
It was too classic!
Without him, she might have discovered the function of this sapphire herself.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian directly crushed the sapphire.
"But I'm not either. However, I can change its function."
A drop of golden liquid floated in his palm, emitting pure and powerful energy fluctuations.
The temperature in the entire corridor suddenly rose. The mold on the walls quickly faded, and those eerie claw marks gradually disappeared as if illuminated by sunlight.
Celeste's eyes widened. She was madly complaining inside.
"Is this real angel's blood?"
"Call it whatever you want. You can even call it the tears of a Seraph."
This thing had been infused with a bit of his own energy and had completely turned into something else, but it still retained its original use.
Yang Jian flicked his finger lightly. The drop of golden liquid merged into Celeste's brow.
"Now, you're an angel too."
Celeste's body suddenly tensed. She frowned tightly as she felt something rampaging inside her.
A few seconds later, her body erupted with a burst of golden light. A pair of semi-transparent light wings suddenly unfolded behind her!
She looked at her own hands in disbelief, feeling the sacred power surging within her body.
Wuwuwu, having a big shot feels so good!
"Why are you helping me?" Celeste took a deep breath and asked seriously.
But she suddenly realized that Yang Jian was no longer in his original spot.
She hurriedly turned around and saw that Yang Jian had already pushed open that bronze door. Hearing her words, he turned back and winked at her.
"Because I thought your haggling over holy silver bullets looked too pitiful."
Celeste: ......
This guy is good at everything except that mouth.
She adjusted her breathing and quickened her steps to follow him through the door.
Behind that door, Yang Jian stood in front while ahead of them—
A man wearing a crow mask stood in the center of a blood pool. Dozens of black-robed believers knelt around him.
The atmosphere was eerie and terrifying.
The masked man slowly turned his head. He saw the light wings behind Celeste.
Then, the masked man let out a piercing laugh.
"Finally! The angel bloodline has awakened. The final sacrifice is in place!"
Celeste frowned. She had a strong sense of déjà vu with this plot.
But she didn't think too much about it. She raised her silver sword. The blade was now covered with a layer of golden flames.
"You damned bastard. My father's blood debt must be repaid."
Yang Jian leaned against the doorframe and made a "go ahead" gesture: "Go on, newly promoted angel lady."
Celeste nodded. The light on her body grew brighter and brighter.
Meanwhile, the liquid in the blood pool suddenly began to boil. Countless bubbles burst, releasing thick smoke with a sulfur smell.
Celeste had already moved. Her light wings sliced through the smoke as her silver sword, carrying golden flames, slashed straight down!
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