"Come on, pick up your daughter!"
As these words were uttered, Slenger's head shook as if he had received a heavy blow, and his entire body became dumbfounded.
He was completely dumbfounded and didn't respond to the voices behind him no matter how much they prodded him.
The corners of the corpse baby's mouth slowly grinned, and then cried out "Wow ~" and ran away.
Eleazar sighed darkly and went out after him with his sword.
"Boo!"
Crashing through the door of the room, he swept his eyes searchingly down the corridor, once again picking up speed to catch up, summoning his blade, flipping his wrist, and stabbing viciously beneath him.
"Wait a minute ..."
Stumbling out behind him, Sreng reached out, but all he saw was a glimpse of the ghost baby being impaled by a sword.
With an eerie puff of black smoke rising, the corpse baby once again left a row of small, blood-red footprints and disappeared from the mansion.
His eyes were frozen and he couldn't say a word.
Eleazar puts away his invisible blade, looks deeply at the tycoon, and turns to head upstairs.
Only after the commotion outside had completely stopped did the butler run out with a trembling body.
"Master, are you all right?"
Sreng let the other man help himself up and returned to his room disoriented.
Meanwhile, Eleazar has found the anomaly upstairs.
It was a room that was completely sealed off.
But that didn't stop him at all, and with a little force, even the door frame was removed.
Feeling around on the wall, Eleazar turned on the lights.
It was a large sitting room that had just been unoccupied for so long that it looked very cluttered.
Tipped over tables and chairs, various miscellaneous items scattered...
Standing in the center of the room, Eleazar looks around.
There was a wedding picture on the wall of none other than the slightly younger Mr. Sreng and a pretty lady.
Inside the room was a luxurious king-sized bed, but unfortunately there was only a layer of dust there now.
"This should be the master bedroom of the mansion..."
"They argued?"
Eleazar found a few long hairs on the house posts that had been back-hooked by wooden spikes.
A mental simulation of what it would have been like back then...
It should have been the mistress who was pushed away and then leaned heavily against this room post, her body slipping and her hair being hooked off in several places.
That's when Eleazar noticed another puddle of blood found under the pillar.
"She was injured? That must have been a heavy push at the time..."
Following the backward footprints, Eleazar walks to the table in front of him.
Two chairs, the one with the woman's back intact and the one opposite tipped back.
At the same time, the desktop was swept away, fanning out onto the floor to the left.
Crouching down, he picked up a cup and sniffed it.
"It's the wine..."
Standing up, Eleazar rubbed his brow.
The scene was roughly recreated in his mind.
Men and women sitting face to face should be discussing something, which may not be a pleasant discussion, the man begins to drink mulled wine, the back should be the two sides of the negotiation break down, angry man will desktop things a sweeping, the woman saw the situation will get up and ready to leave, and the man at the same time stood up, the force of the force and even brought over the seat underneath, the two began to argue, and finally the man pushed the woman heavily, and will her The two began to argue, and finally the man pushed the woman so hard that he knocked her against a pillar.
A woman who was pregnant at the time would have aborted at that time...
Eleazar glances lightly at the wedding photo, then walks over to the closet and slowly opens it.
Ruffling the adult clothes hanging above him, at the far end, he saw a neatly stacked pile of small clothes, in both male and female styles.
She was so prepared, there was even a little bassinet in the closet.
And the corpse baby, resurrected from this cradle.
It had been imbued with too much love before it was even born, and when it died unexpectedly and prematurely, it unsurprisingly erupted with a resentment that was hard to put to rest.
After a long moment of silence, Eleazar held out the cradle.
While pondering what to do with this item, walking down the stairs, he found instead a light reflecting at the end of the hallway, and in the door of the broken room, the Slengar tycoon was drinking again.
In the dim light, he was half propped up on the tabletop, holding a bottle of wine and pouring it by the glass, lifting the glass and pouring it into his mouth, drinking until his face was red and his eyeballs were covered with blood, and only a short while later, he was already stinking of alcohol.
Eleazar walks up to him and looks at him for a long moment, faintly:
"You aborted your wife?"
"Crack!"
The wine glass was crushed by a sinewy palm, broken glass stubble sniffing and stabbing into the flesh, and blood flowed at once.
Slengar turned slowly, his wide eyes looking dead at Eleazar. the butler tugged desperately at the side, pleading in his eyes.
Just when Eleazar thought he'd lose control again and get up to hit someone, Slenger squeezed out a sentence with immense difficulty.
"Please, don't bring up that incident again..."
Sreng gripped his chest, gritted his teeth in death, and let out an agonized plea from deep in his throat.
"Please..."
Eleazar took one look at the sad man and didn't irritate him anymore.
Carrying the cradle, he walked slowly down the stairs.
"Prepare yourself mentally, you have to tackle that corpse baby tomorrow..."
"Master, you have to stop drinking!"
...
...
By noon the next day, Eleazar was looking around the courtyard for a site to dispose of the cursed objects.
But he didn't feel like it fit anywhere, it always felt like something was missing.
Grabbing a random servant, he asked, "Do you know that Madam..."
"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know anything!"
Before he could finish his sentence, the servant's face turned pale on the spot, breaking away from his hand with force and fleeing in fear.
"That much of a reaction?"
Eleazar couldn't help but frown.
But thinking about the previous nature of the mansion's owner, it wasn't hard to guess that probably all the people who had been talking behind his back had been cleaned up severely.
Since he couldn't seek help, he had to find it himself.
This time, Eleazar took a serious turn, completely turning the place upside down, and then actually found a special place.
A small garden is enclosed by railings.
At the lustful looks of several gardeners behind him, he walked right in.
A dream-like hideaway, surrounded by flowers, bright sunlight casting in sparsely from a wicker frame, a white hanging chair woven from trailing vines swaying gently in the center.
If that accident had never happened, there would have been a gentlewoman sitting here every afternoon, gently coaxing the baby in her arms...
"Wha-"
A baby's cry rang through the villa, startling everyone.
Eleazar jerks his head up and wakes up, only to realize that he's been sitting in a chairlift for some time and has burst into tears.
Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he murmured to Cradle:
"No matter how unwilling you may be, what's done is done, and those accidents can no longer be remedied..."
"Sleep first, and soon you will be at rest."
Eleazar then burned the place down with a single fire.