Chapter 83: The Two Minutes that Seemed to be Longer than Eternity(3) (1/2)

The Mortician could also be considered as a monster just below the big three in Mount Spirit Sword Asylum.

He was far powerful than the average patients, but he also had a special place in Mount Spirit Sword Asylum. He may not be as strong as the Benevolent Father, Arthur Chase, and the Butcher but none of these three dared to offend him.

It was because the Mortician was a madman.

He was a known corpse collector and none of the patients, even the big three knew what he did with those corpses. All they knew was that the Mortician liked to collect them and he strived to keep the cleanliness of the asylum like the Butcher.

Speaking of corpses, Calvin's group had just encountered a mountain of corpses earlier.

Perhaps, the reason why they bumped into the Mortician was that the Mortician was going towards that room and they were coincidentally using the same route as the Mortician. No matter what the reason was, there was something certain in their current situation.

This was bad...

After all, if the Mortician was here, those cultists should be nearby!

Calvin's mind madly spun.

They could not turn around for the Tiyanaks were behind them, but they also couldn't move forward for the Mortician was right in front of them. With the appearance of the Mortician, those cultists would be here soon. As the leader of that cult, the Mortician couldn't possibly be alone.

Once they were surrounded by those cultists, it would be game over for Calvin and the entire group.

Calvin took a piece of crumpled paper and hurled it at the Mortician.

”Kalayo, gawas... Release!” Calvin made a gesture with his fingers and uttered an incantation.

In a blink of an eye, the piece of crumpled paper transformed into a fire dragon that swallowed the Mortician whole!

”Let's get the hell out of here! Run!”

Calvin then gave his command as he rushed past the Mortician. The others followed suit, they didn't dare to slow down at all as they struggled to keep up with Calvin's pace.

”He's fast!” Hugo couldn't help but comment upon seeing Calvin's speed. Hugo's specialty may not be cardio, but he considered himself as a fast runner.

But Calvin's speed was double, No— triple than him! He sped through the entire corridor as Hugo clicked his tongue and matched his pace with the others.

He couldn't possibly increase his speed anymore for that would mean that he would leave the others behind. These women may be strong-willed but in the face of the monsters in this nightmare of an asylum. They couldn't possibly stand a chance!

Scarlette and the others saw that Hugo was matching their pace and they couldn't help but feel grateful. They hated themselves for judging Hugo as a dangerous man back when their nightmare in this place had just started.

But while they were feeling grateful towards Hugo's gesture, Jannette suddenly interrupted their train of thought.

”What is that?”

Medea's expression paled upon seeing the bright lights near the end of the corridor. Those lights looked dim and ethereal. It seemed as if they could vanish at any moment. However, despite the weak light that they emanated. Medea felt a shiver down her spine upon seeing those lights.

The group continued on and upon reaching about ten meters before those bright lights, they could finally see the pale faces within those lights. Medea stopped running and shouted at Calvin, ”Calvin stop! Those lights are Santelmos!”