The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 817

The four figures turned a blind eye to the stench filled the air and the swamp that could swallow people at any time.

They quickly walked toward a mansion in the middle of the swamp.

The mansion looked like a courtyard house.

But all the bricks and tiles were dark.

When the light shone on it, it seemed to be swallowed up.

When seeing it, people couldn't help shivering.

From a distance, it was more like a huge coffin lying on the swamp than a courtyard house.

The four stopped in front of the courtyard and stood there quietly.

If not for the slight ups and downs in their chests, they would definitely be regarded as four clay sculptures.

After a long time, a tired voice came from the courtyard.

"Come in."

This voice belonged to Carson Montgomery.

However, his tone seemed to have exhausted all his strength. At this moment, he barely squeezed out of his throat.

The four of them stepped forward at the same time. Without any sound, they entered the gate, passed through the black courtyard, and arrived at the mansion.

The mansion was empty. There was only a long offering table in the innermost position.

The offering table was also made of black wood.

Behind the offering table was a real clay sculpture.

The clay sculpture should have been colorful, but now it was mottled and became no different from black.

However, what caught everyone's attention was that the clay sculpture had lost its head.

Judging from the fresh cut on the neck, the clay sculpture's head had just been cut off.

Carson Montgomery turned his back to the four people who had just walked in.

His shoulders kept shrugging, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he kept snoring.

After a while, with a satisfied sigh, Carson Montgomery turned around.

The corner of his mouth was still flowing with bright red liquid, like blood.

At his feet, the clay sculpture's head was bitten into a big pit.

In the pit, the color was very similar to the color of his mouth. There was only little left, which was particularly dazzling and strange in this dark room.

Carson Montgomery licked the bright red at the corner of his mouth with his slender tongue, and a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.

He looked at the people in front of him and said lightly, "Thank you for putting down what you are doing and coming here on purpose, seniors."

"We already know the details." The leader of the four waved his hand and said, "We came to Myriad Demons Burial Ground this time to help you achieve your goal. We dare not disobey your order, young master."

Carson Montgomery called them Seniors, but the four called Carson Montgomery Young Master.

It sounded strange, and people could not figure out the relationship between them.

However, Carson Montgomery and the four men did not feel anything wrong.

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point." Carson Montgomery nodded. "What have you four seniors done before?"

The person on the left took a step forward, took out a one-foot-wide wooden box from his storage pouch, and opened it.

Suddenly, a blue light lit up in the dark room.

There was a thin layer of frost on the beams and walls around the house.

In the box, there was a piece of backbone-like bone.