Marvel With Zanpakuto - Chapter 538

[Chapter 444 Contradiction Spiral (End)]

Erin Karthner aside…

that handsome young man with brown hair, namely Wilbur Whateley, is the central figure of the whole incident!

Nexia mentioned this person several times and called it the ‘Origin of Calamity’, which contributed to all the weirdness of the Canossal Hotel, and even the Weeping Angel and the Spiritual Hell. I have a deep connection with this person.

From the first time we met, Lorde had a weird feeling, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong when he got deeper.

This kind of strange feeling of disharmony is extremely obvious in Wilbur Whatley, as if it is out of tune with this world, and there is a strange aura everywhere, which makes him feel inexplicably disgusted.

While Lorde was thinking, Constantine had already walked into the crowd at the banquet, and was surprised to find that these people could not see him, not only turned a blind eye to his existence, but even did not respond to being pushed on purpose.

In the eyes of these people, he is like a ghost that does not exist.

“They have long since died, and now it’s just a repeat, the ‘established fact’ that has happened in the past.” Nexia reminded at the right time, asking Constantine to stop trying.

“A repeat of… death?”

Lord’s eyes locked on the crimson wall clock, and the time was now ten thirty.

The banquet was still going on as usual, and everyone had a smile on their face.

When the atmosphere came to a climax, a man was drunk and behaved rudely, without the British gentleman’s style, cursing George VI wantonly in his mouth, and even started to smash the utensils on the table.

The woman next to her couldn’t stand it anymore. She got up and tried to pull the angry man away, but she was slapped fiercely. After falling to the ground, she was beaten and kicked by the man. The whole body was curled up in pain, and she burst out. A burst of lamentation.

Constantine could see clearly from the side that they were the family of three who died before.

And the cause of this furious man’s death was that the woman hit the skull with a blunt object, and was finally stabbed to death with several knives. Now it seems that this man is completely unworthy of sympathy, and even a little gloating.

With the abuse of the angry man, the banquet was finally called off.

Everyone was so troubled that they lost the mind to continue playing, so they walked out of the banquet hall together and went back to their own rooms.

“Follow.”

Lord said softly, and then followed everyone out of the room.

Wilbur Whatley also seemed to be drunk, and was supported by Erin Kassina, but after all, the weights of the two were not in the same order of magnitude. With only a weak woman, he wanted to help the drunk man move forward. It was still a little difficult, so I quickly landed at the back of the crowd.

When passing through the other floors, Lord deliberately kept an eye on it.

Every time they passed a room, they would throw a surveillance bacterium in it until they followed the Wilburs back to the fifth floor of the hotel.

It is still the familiar hotel corridor, but this time the carpet is no longer dark red soaked with blood.

Erin Kasner opened the door of the room, and then walked in carefully with the help of her husband. Lord and others followed closely and came to the room to observe silently, waiting for the next ‘plot’.

After settling the drunk Wilbur, the exhausted Erin undressed and went into the bathroom to clean up the dirt.

Tick tick… tick tick…

The hour hand in the room is slowly turning, and it is slowly coming to ten forty.

Irene finally finished washing up, and walked out of the bathroom naked, with proud twin peaks and round legs. This scene made Konstantin’s eyes widen and he couldn’t help swallowing. The supermodel body

is still very attractive to men.

Nexia took a peek at Lord, wanting to see how his father’s reaction was.

However, Lorde was expressionless and did not react at all, as if he was looking at a dead body, his eyes were extremely cold and silent.

As expected of his father…

Nixia’s emerald green eyes were curved into crescent moons, and the corners of his lips evoked a smile of joy. It seemed that his father was an upright man, and he was definitely not as lecherous as his mother said.

Irene sat on the edge of the bed with Erlang’s legs crossed, picked up a bath towel and wiped her wet hair, humming a modern pop song, and occasionally beat the beat with her free left hand.

Wilbur Whatley, who was still drunk and sleeping, suddenly stood up stiffly as if being manipulated, put his hands on Erin’s round shoulders, and then slowly began to move down.

Feeling those hands sliding over her body, a trace of desire gradually took over her brain. A seductive smile crossed the corner of Erin’s mouth. Just as she was about to turn around and hug her husband for love, Wilbur Whateley’s eyes suddenly turned red. The light was faintly revealing an evil and tyrannical aura.

The next moment, Wilbur opened his mouth and bit Irene’s slender neck fiercely.

Don’t get me wrong, Wilbur is not a vampire, and he doesn’t have sharp fangs. He just uses flat teeth, gnawing and biting like a crazy beast. Irene screamed and waved her hands indiscriminately, and the large artery in her neck was torn. Broken, blood poured out like a fountain.

Soon, Erin stopped struggling.

But at this time, she has not completely died, her consciousness is still in the blurred boundary, her pupils are dilated to the limit, with an unbelievable expression, she whimpered silently, and gurgled blood from her neck.

Wilbur let out a weird wicked smile, turned around and walked into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he was holding a bone-chopping knife in his hand.

What happened next, even Constantine couldn’t bear to look directly.

Wilbur Whatley took advantage of the fact that Irene was still alive and still had pain and consciousness, and cut the woman to pieces one by one, walked up from her legs a little bit, and finally cut off the woman’s head. And put it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

“It’s exactly eleven o’clock.”

Lord looked at the clock in the room and found that it was exactly eleven o’clock.

A flick of a finger opens a projection that monitors bacteria.

In all the rooms on the other floors, various ways of dying were staged at the same time, as they had seen before.

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and the only one who did not die was Wilbur Whatley.

After Wilbur Whatley dismembered his beloved wife Irene, he slowly opened the door and walked towards the bottom. Lord hurriedly followed, and the other two walked out after him. Room.

The carpet in the entire corridor has turned dark red.

This scene is exactly what they saw when they came over and saw the tragic situation in the hotel room.

But when they looked up, they found that Wilbur was gone.

“Sure enough…”

Lorde showed a complicated expression and sighed: “Everyone in this hotel is in a weird cycle, and will continue to die, like a …a process of reincarnation in miniature.”

“Repeat death, pervert!”

Constantine asked in confusion, “Why does he repeat this process?”

“Repeat death, observe death.”

Lord was exhausted. Rubbing the corners of his eyes, he sighed, “If I guess correctly, the reason why Wilbur Whatley did this may be to explore whether there are differences in the death of human beings through the continuous cycle of death.”

“You’re only half right, Father.”

After they triggered the conditions, Nexia could reveal another part of the plot: “Accurately, Wilbur wanted to find a way to break through the repeated death of humans.” The established fact’ method.”

“Oh, the spiral of contradictions.”

Lord sneered and said, “With such a similar method, I thought he was going to pursue the root cause.”

[End of this Chapter]