Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 584 - 584 One hundred and three

584: One hundred and three.

The last guest 584: One hundred and three.

The last guest The tavern covered in frost, a crisp crack shattered the frozen silence.

By the table near the door, the torso of the petrified Rock Demon began to crack, slowly extending to its entire body, filled with fissures.

Crash——

The body of the Rock Demon shattered, turning into a pile of rubble covered with ice crystals.

After a few seconds of stillness, the rubble spontaneously reassembled itself, reforming the body of the Rock Demon.

Red flames ignited in the crevices of the reconstituted stones, melting away the frost on its surface.

Restored to its original state, albeit in a more tattered form, the Rock Demon raised its hand to adjust its jaw, with a loud click, snapping it back into the correct position.

It looked around at its “old friends,” whose surfaces were also beginning to shed their frost, coming back to life.

The once frozen tavern returned to how it was in the beginning.

An Advanced Demon glanced at the Rock Demon, which had shattered and reformed itself, and cursed, “Idiot.”

“It’s too arrogant.”

“It’s just a Devil’s Son…”

The Hell Creatures complained to the Humanoid Demon behind the counter, babbling all at once.

They had been warned by the old devil before the arrival of the Iceheart Demon and had conspired to put on a play for this arrogant Devil’s Son.

The Humanoid Demon had long since returned to its original form, with the frost starting to thaw from underneath, dispelling the chill that didn’t belong to the tavern.

“Old devil, you got the short end of the stick in that deal, didn’t you?” a hoarse-voiced Advanced Demon mocked.

Those a bit smarter guessed the purpose of the Devil’s Son’s visit, “Did that human leave in a hurry because of it?”

“Why didn’t you let us teach that Devil’s Son a lesson?” said the Rock Demon gruffly, though it looked more like a Flame Demon now—its excessively fragmented stone body was completely enveloped in flames.

Even though the Rock Demon could always gather new stones from outside to form a new body, it had formed a deep attachment to these stones that had accompanied it for decades.

“Save your energy,” said the Humanoid Demon to the pitiful Rock Demon.

“By the way, the tavern’s closed tomorrow.

You won’t need to come back.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Old devil, are you actually scared?”

“You must be joking with us, old demon.”

“A simple tavern no longer needs to exist,” the Humanoid Demon said, waving a hand dismissively.

“Just a heads up, save your souls from now on.

In the future, you ugly creatures will thank me for it.”

Having said that, the Humanoid Demon began to collect the empty glasses on the counter and, like an ordinary waiter, started wiping down the tables.

The Hell Creatures in the tavern exchanged glances—the old devil was the owner of the tavern and the most powerful among the Hell Creatures, even though it had grown old.

But the words of a devil often carried a prophetic, bizarre and fantastical aura.

What they said usually came true.

“Old devil, make it clear,” the Four-Armed Demon hoarsely inquired.

The Humanoid Demon, with its back to them as it organized the bar, responded without turning.

“The psychic who just left was the last guest in hell.”

The Hell Creatures suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness, far more terrifying than the power of that Devil’s Son.

“Am I the only one who didn’t understand what the old devil meant?” asked the Rock Demon blankly.

A voice cursed, “The old devil is saying there won’t be any more souls coming to hell, you blockhead.”

…

The Skeleton Horse galloped across the scorched earth leading to the mountain’s summit.

The aura of Hell Creatures served as a warning to the low-level demons not to get near.

Those more advanced demons weren’t scared of a lone Skeleton Horse, but the presence of the Rock Demon on its back deterred them, warily watching as the Skeleton Horse crossed their territory.

The slope of the black volcano didn’t discomfort Lu Li and his companions on horseback; its speed hardly affected the steadiness they felt.

“Do you know about the Wind of Death and the Great Rift Valley?” Lu Li asked.

“I only know that it’s very dangerous.”

Ruth, not yet privy to the secrets of Hell, fell back into a silent trek.

The occasional abrupt rock walls were like flat ground to the Skeleton Horse, which climbed nearly right-angled walls with ease.

Ruth clung to Whitely in fright, only to find they were firmly secure on the horse’s back, in no danger of falling off.

Even when crossing rivers of molten lava, the Skeleton Horse stepped directly over them, unmindful of the boiling, scorching magma below.

Within minutes, the Skeleton Horse had reached the middle of this mountainous volcano; the abandoned town at the foot was no longer discernible, and the endless sea of lava that unfolded before Ruth left her speechless in amazement.

This was far more awe-inspiring than the ocean.

Whoosh!

The fire that the Skeleton Horse had drawn into its chest suddenly blazed, enveloping the three figures on its back in flames.

Ruth started in alarm, quickly realizing the fire wasn’t scorching but rather felt as warm as hot water.

They had entered the region of the Wind of Death; the Skeleton Horse’s flames were protecting them.

Lu Li’s gaze shifted from the lava sea to their surroundings.

A faint grey mist enveloped the vicinity, obscuring visibility.

But as they drew closer to the summit, it became denser, clouding their view.

Strangely, looking up from the mountain’s base you couldn’t see the mist formed by the Wind of Death.

The vast and majestic sight of the lava sea quickly vanished within the thickening Wind of Death.

The surroundings started to grow dimmer, the dominant fiery red hues of Hell becoming dark and eerie.

Minutes later, even the sheer walls of lava couldn’t stop the Skeleton Horse from suddenly swerving to the side and tracing an arc as if to avoid something.

Lu Li looked in the direction the Skeleton Horse dodged and glimpsed a stark white figure standing out several dozen meters away.

“It’s that…”

A gasp came from behind him, and Ruth knew its origin.

“That’s a terrifying Hell Creature.

What appears as its body above ground is merely bait; its real body is hiding underground.

Anyone daring to approach it will be devoured in an instant.

I’ve heard that even demons and the Devil’s Son steer clear of these beings.”

Ruth got this information, naturally, from the tavern.

It wasn’t alone; there seemed to be creatures like these everywhere in the Wind of Death of the Black Calamity Volcano.

The further up they went, the more frequent they became.

Afterward, the Skeleton Horse continued to trace protective arcs.

During this time, Lu Li and Ruth saw at least a dozen of these strange Hell Creatures.

Amidst the soul-erasing Wind of Death, these white figures stood rigidly like scarecrows on the parched earth, eerily unmoving.

Beyond them, there were many other entities, even Ruth didn’t know the origins of.

Ruth was losing hope in their journey—if they encountered so many terrifying things even before reaching the Great Rift Valley, how horrific must the valley be, a place even Hell Creatures fear and avoid?

Just then, the Skeleton Horse beneath them suddenly picked up speed, and the hoofprints it left no longer burned.

“What’s going on?” Ruth asked, perplexed.

Responding to the Skeleton Horse’s warning, Lu Li said, “It’s telling me that an evil presence is pursuing us from behind.”

“The Devil’s Son?”

“Most likely.”

Hope seemed to vanish completely.