The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

"Sir, Lord Murray has been found!"

"What? Where is he? Is he okay?!"

Several Westerners looked terrified and excitedly grabbed the constable to ask.

Originally, they all thought that Murray, missing for so long, must have been killed, and they had already divided up his estate. Now they were being told he's alive?

No, he must die!

Exchanging a silent glance, the Westerners quietly reached a consensus, their eyes filled with ruthless malice.

On the other side, facing the questions from the Western gentlemen, the constable could only twitch his face into a pained expression.

"Uh... not very well... Never mind, you'll see for yourselves..."

Saying this, the constable waved his hand, and someone behind him brought forward a bizarre "remnant" the size of a twenty-to-thirty-pound watermelon.

As that strange object was placed on the table, indistinguishable as human, everyone present swallowed hard.

"This... is Lord Murray?"

"Yes, confirmed by scent and the remaining fragments of clothing also matched what Lord Murray wore that day."

"But... how did he become like this?"

The Songjiang Prefecture Governor, with his braided hair, felt his scalp go numb, inexplicably reminded of sugarcane dregs squeezed dry!

"Cause of death? What was the cause of death?"

"He was probably put into a machine and crushed to death. Look, all his bones were crushed, even the marrow was squeezed out..."

The constable pointed to the thirty-centimeter remnant on the table and whispered heavily.

"He should have been a man over six feet tall, but when we found him, this was all that was left, brain matter, blood, organs, bone marrow... completely gone..."

Upon hearing this, the previously cheerful Westerners suddenly felt chills down their spines, inexplicably feeling a cold wind pouring into their collars, their bodies covered in goosebumps.

If the murderer could kill Murray, they could kill them too!

"Master Guo! You must give us an explanation for this!"

With despair and indignation, several Westerners who each bore their own agendas instantly united, glaring angrily at the Songjiang Prefecture Governor and shouting in grief and anger.

"Murray was our brother, our beloved family and friend!"

"He was killed on your Qing Country's land, and if you can't find the killer, don't blame us for taking action ourselves!"

Robbers by nature, always looking for trouble even in peace, now had a ready excuse, instinctively wanting to expand their colonial privileges.

And their Governor would undoubtedly support them!

This tactic of relentless pressure had worked unfailingly in the South Asia Subcontinent, and they believed it wouldn't be long before this vast and ancient country became their colony, the brightest jewel in the Empress's crown!

Surrounded by them, Guo Shoudong, the Songjiang Prefecture Governor, instantly broke out in a cold sweat, drops of cold sweat trickling down his plump face.

If this provoked the wrath of the allies, leading to another plunder of the Imperial City, he wouldn't just lose his official cap but might even lose his head!

"Gentlemen! Please calm down! Please!"

Guo Shoudong repeatedly bowed pleadingly, humbly appeasing them.

"I will solve this case as soon as possible and ensure your satisfaction!"

Upon hearing this, the Westerners still seemed unappeased, but just then, a priest walked in, and upon seeing the giant insect cocoon surrounded by everyone, instinctively made a cross on his chest.

"Oh God..."

"Father Mar!"

Seeing him, the Westerners immediately gathered around, as if finding their backbone.

"Father, you're finally here. Please take a look at what evil caused this!"

They led Father Mar to the table, and after examining the "insect cocoon" for a while, he noticed the inconspicuous remnant nearby, frowning as he asked.

"What's this?"

"This... is Lord Murray?"

"What?!!"

Father Mar's pupils widened in shock, unable to believe that this thing resembling industrial waste was actually the devout believer who attended church every week!

That was a tall, robust, kind gentleman!!

How did he become like this?

"Murray... how did he end up like this?"

"We don't know either, which is why we asked you to take a look. Do you think this might be the work of vampires?"

Faced with everyone's speculation, Father Mar observed for a long time and shook his head gravely.

"Vampires do not possess such power. Victims usually die from blood loss, not being squeezed into this shape. This is more like the remains of a sacrifice from some evil ritual..."

"Could it be local demons from the Qing Country?"

"That, I am not sure of..."

As they debated, a clear voice sounded from behind.

"May I take a look?"

Hearing this, everyone turned to notice a petite figure in a white gold cloak standing in the corner.

"Mr. Gabriel."

Father Mar, with a complex expression, invited the figure to the front. In the presence of everyone, she slowly pulled down her hood to reveal an exquisitely flawless face of unparalleled beauty.

Like an angel descending to the mortal world, an invisible Holy Light illuminated the room, captivating everyone present. They could only admire her reverently, as if finding the meaning of their existence.

"Oh God!"

Only after several seconds did the Westerners come back to their senses, subconsciously making a cross on their chests, and they peeked at Father Mar.

"Who is this?"

"A high-ranking figure from the local church..."

Father Mar muttered bitterly. Since her arrival in the Far East, she actually believed in the teachings about God's love for humankind, causing widespread discontent among local church staff, hindering many works to the point that even he dared not exorcise the little boy anymore!

However, the angelic young woman paid no attention to the others' gazes. She calmly observed the two eerie objects on the table, golden pupils faintly glowing.

"The authority of Exotic Realm Demon Gods, a very high position..."

Hearing her assessment, Father Mar couldn't help but ask.

"How high a position?"

She merely glanced at him and replied flatly.

"As high as mine."

"......"

You damn well think you're the Archangel Gabriel?!

Paying no mind to Father Mar's twitching gaze, the young woman drew a long sword from her waist, tracing a chilling arc through the air.

The enormous insect cocoon silently cracked open, oozing a nauseating pus, instantly filling the room with a stench akin to a rotting corpse.

"Ugh!!!"

In just a few seconds, everyone in the room rushed outside to retch, leaving only the young woman standing, frowning deeply.

After observing for more than a dozen seconds, she finally made her way out of the room leisurely, breathing in the fresh air outside.

"Two Hell Lord level demon gods have begun intervening in this world. I hope the church can send more priests to the Far East to quell this disaster quickly."

Walking to Father Mar, the young woman calmly instructed him.