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"You've been deceived, that's not Jean Austaat's relic!" Vieri told the truth, he didn't want to go to war with Joe Do.

"I'm listening!" Joe Du was noncommittal.

Vieri voiced his guess.

"Immortal?" Joe Du listened to Vieri's analysis, as a survivor of the Great Rift event, Joe Du was very familiar with those existences back then.

"One of them!" I guess," Vieri nodded, "perhaps, Jean Ostaat's will is among them." "

"The aborigines are always haunted," Joe Du said indifferently, "what do you think? Philippe Vieri!".

"I don't want to go to war with you!" Vieri shrugged, "let me contain the music box, and everyone will be happy!".

"I believe in your sincerity, Philippe Vieri!" Joe Du's black hole eyes swept over Vieri's 'Daredevil' and said mockingly, "If you can assure me that Jean Ostadt's will will not return to this land!".

"I'll try my best!" replied Vieri faintly.

"You know I don't have any affection for the betrayer!" said Joe Du coldly.

"I've seen it!" Vieri nodded.

"Peace?" Joe Du held out his rotting right hand to Vieri.

"Peace!" Vieri shook without hesitation.

"I don't represent the gravediggers!" Joe Du let go of his hand, "I only represent myself!".

"That's enough!" Vieri snapped.

Joe Du slowly left the carriage and disappeared into the night, the temperature returned to normal, Vieri stepped out of the carriage, the figure in front of the carriage disappeared, and the body hanging from the branches was gone, and only one body was still there, it was Vieri's coachman, who was wrapped around his neck by vines, rolled his eyes, and hung on the tree with his tongue out.

"May your soul rest in peace!" Vieri sighed, came to the coachman's seat, took the reins, shouted, and drove the carriage towards Santa Fe.

Although Joe Du said that he did not represent the gravediggers, his presence suppressed the gravediggers who were peeping in the shadows, so Vieri was not attacked by other gravediggers along the way, and made his way to Santa Fe without hindrance.

With Hasen's memories, he soon found the old Doon Mansion on the edge of Santa Fe, which was a century-old dilapidated mansion surrounded by vines and weeds, and seemed to have not been inhabited for years.

Vieri came to the door of the mansion and knocked politely, and the sound of slow footsteps came from inside, and in a few moments the old wooden door creaked open, and an old woman showed a half-wrinkled face, "Who are you looking for?"

"Miss Doon?" asked Vieri politely.

"It's me, who are you looking for?".

"Bang!".

A loud gunshot rang out in response to the old woman, and the old woman was blasted to pieces by the 'Night Demon' along with the broken wooden door, and the old woman's broken body splattered with flesh and blood and crashed back into the house.

"Rat Catcher Society!" Vieri said as he introduced himself as he stepped into the room, "I heard you have a rat infestation here, and I'm here to help!"

The old woman didn't die, she screamed and squirmed on the ground, the wounds on her body were bubbling with blood, and countless thin tentacles poured out of the flesh and blood, reassembling her flesh and blood.

"Bang".

The 'Night Demon' emitted a white light and shot a dazzling white barrage, which directly blew up the old woman's legs, and the old woman let out a piercing scream and rolled on the ground.

"Where's the music box?" asked Vieri, without mercy.

The

old woman did not answer, she pointed at Vieri with her only remaining right hand, and shouted an unintelligible language, and in an instant, a melodious and elegant music sounded, and all the doors and windows in the room were opened, and countless black arms emerged from them, rolling towards Vieri like a swarm of snakes, and at the same time, a cluster of arms grabbed the old woman and dragged her to the nearest doorway.

Vieri fired another shot at the old woman, but was blocked by the black arm, and the door slammed shut.

He watched the old woman disappear behind the door, and in the face of the black arm that was grabbing him, Vieri gave up resisting and let the arm pull him.

The black arms weren't corporeal, they rushed straight into Vieri's body like an illusion, and then frantically grabbed something in his body, but each palm failed to grasp, and the corrupt palm was empty.

"How do you catch a soulless man?" Vieri chuckled to himself, unconcerned about the black hand wrapped around his body.

"Bang!".

The door to the room was opened again, and out of it came out of it were glazed eyes, men and women, of all shapes, wearing clothes from all eras, and Vieri saw that Hasan Faber was among them, and the only thing they had in common was that their eyes glowed with a strange red light, and they bared their fangs at Vieri.

"Congratulations on your resurrection and immortality!" Vieri nodded to the slender, pale-faced man in the white doctor's coat in the lead, "Monsieur Jean Ostaat!"

Jean Ostaat, the necromancer dressed as a doctor, had a dark green glint in his eyes and led a large number of living corpses to surround Vieri, and when he heard Vieri say his name, he raised his right hand and the living corpses stopped moving.

"Glad to meet you, Philip Vieri the Rat Catcher!" Jean Ostadt greeted Vieri gracefully.

Vieri was not surprised at the name of Jean Oastat, the founder of the Gravediggers, the centuries-old Necromantic King, but only smiled faintly, "It seems that you devoured the Gravediggers not only gained their power, but also their memories!".

"You have a good brain, Monsieur Vieri!" said Jean Ostaat, "and it makes me want to study it academically!"

"Thank you!" Vieri laughed, "your brain is better." In order to become immortal, he directed and acted in this hundred-year-long play!".

"Salute to you again, Monsieur Vieri!" Jean Ostateapi said with a grin, "no matter how great a play is, it loses its meaning of existence without an audience, but it is thanks to you as an audience that it can be made great!"

"Let me think!" Jean Ostadt paused, thinking, "Do you want to tell me how you found out the truth?" I know that great detectives are always eager to tell how they solved their crimes, well, I don't want to hear it!".

After saying that, Jean Ostadt waved his hand, and the living corpse received the order and pounced on Vieri, without giving Vieri a chance to speak!

Vieri's expression was still calm, and he didn't even think of shooting, but he just smiled faintly in the face of the surging crowd of living corpses, "Mr. Jean Ostaat, an old friend meets you!"

As he spoke, countless gallows suddenly appeared from the ceiling of the room, and they accurately attached the heads of each living corpse like snakes, and then hung them all on the ceiling, like a lot of fruits!

"Joe Du!!" Jean Ostaert said calmly.

The ceiling cracked inexplicably, and a gallows rope hung from Qiao Du and slowly lowered, "Old friend, long time no see!".