Chapter 120 The Resurrection of the Devil

At the same time as the gunfire sounded, there was a rapid sound of footsteps from the stairs. At this time, the people upstairs tried to help Youbosu after hearing the gunfire. Perhaps it was because they ran so fast and too eager that they inadvertently hit the light switch on the stairs, so the semi-basement was suddenly covered with paint. Black.

"Ah! Who is it?"

I don't know who touched Yubosuf, and he was so scared that he shouted. Then he stood still, afraid of stepping on the body in the dark.

"How's it going?"

" Turn on the light!"

In the shouting, the light was pulled off again. The people who rushed over ran towards Rasputin with pistols. He lay on his back on the polar bear skin and saw a red dot in his light silk shirt. The wound was not big and there was almost no blood. The conspirators bent down and looked at Rasputin. He didn't seem to have died. They wanted to make up for it, but somehow, they didn't do anything. Rasputin, who was seriously injured, did not open his eyes again, but in a few minutes, he completely died.

"Lazzowell, check it out!"

After Rasputin's breath, the prince said to the doctor that Razzowell quickly bent down to examine Rasputin's body.

"The bullet penetrated the part of the heart. There is no doubt that he is dead!"

Lazowell's words only relieved everyone. Rasputin died, and everyone became excited. When congratulating Yuposuf, each of them believed that what they did today would save Russia from falling and humiliation.

According to the agreed plan, Lieutenant Suhogin will pretend that Rasputin will leave Yuposuf's home, wearing Rasputin's coat and hat, accompanied by the prince and Dr. Lazowell, and leave by car. Finally, Rasputin's will be sent to Warsaw Station to burn on the medical train of Priškovic. Destroyed, Prishkovic's car was also left at the Warsaw station, and he took a carriage back from the station to the prince's official residence, where he took the prince's car back to the Moika River. The prince's car wanted to transport Rasputin's body from Yuposuf's home to Petrovsky Island, which was the completion of all the plans.

"Lazzowell, when you leave, you drive better and better, and try to mess up the tracks left by the wheels, you know?"

When the doctor and others left, Yubosuf specifically told him.

"Don't worry, I have tied a broom behind the wheel without leaving any traces!"

After they left, in Yubosuf's study, there were only Prishkevich and Yubosuf. While waiting for the return of their friends, they talked and fantasized about the future of Russia after getting rid of the demon monk. It seemed that the future of Russia was beautiful, at least they were convinced of it.

"...I think that with the disappearance of Rasputin, Russia will start a new era, and we will receive support from all aspects. After getting rid of this demon monk, officials will definitely work together to ensure that Russia wins this war!"

"Isn't it? This is only the first good news. Now that Grand Duchess Mikhail has gone to China, she will soon bring more assistance to Russia, and even China may send his troops to Russia. And we have completed our mission!"

Prishkevich said excitedly there. At this time, in the middle of the night, they fulfilled their responsibilities to the Tsar and Russia together. When fulfilling this responsibility, the two only felt the sense of mission in the past and the future. Perhaps it was the sense of mission that made them stick to Now, and successfully completed my mission.

Thinking of the completed mission, Yubosuf somehow only felt an inexplicable fear. Suddenly, he ran to the place where Ras Putin was lying downstairs as if he was crazy.

"Yuri!"

Priškevich also ran over. When the two went down the stairs, he locked the door and opened the door. When he saw that Rasputin, who had been killed, was still lying there, Yubosuf was relieved.

"It's okay..."

"Yuri, he is dead. What's the matter? Are you worried that the dead will run away?"

ignored the ridicule of Prishkovic. Yuposuf walked towards the body instead. Rasputin on the ground did not move, but he touched the body and found that there was still some temperature on the body. Yuposuf, who felt a little strange, quickly bent down to press his pulse without a pulse reaction.

Rasputin must be dead!

The blood oozing from the wound flowed to the granite floor. Looking at the blood stain, Yubosuf seemed to be a little uneasy. Suddenly, he grabbed Rasputin's hands, shook it hard, lifted his body up, shook it to the side, and fell in the same place again. The body hung his head and turned sideways without any anger.

"Okay, my friend, he's dead!"

Iaring the comfort of his friends, Yuposuf stood beside Rasputin's body for a while. When he was about to leave, his sight was suddenly attracted by the slight beating of Rasputin's left eyelid. What's going on?

"Is his eyelids moving?"

"You must be dazzled!"

Bent down again, and Yubosuf looked at Rasputin's face. His face, which should have had no response, seemed to twitch more and more violently. Suddenly, his left eye suddenly opened... "Ah!"

Yubosuf, who was shocked, looked at it. He only saw that his right eye also jumped, and then he opened it! Two eyes! Rasputin's eyes were open, not that blue, but green, like snake's eyes, showing devilish ferocity, staring at him... Yuposuf was completely scared. He was stunned. His muscles were stiff all over his body and he wanted to run, but his legs and feet could not move without any reaction. He wanted to shout, that The throat seems to be blocked by something. Yubosuf, who seemed to be in a nightmare, stood there as if he had been nailed to the floor. Just then, something more incredible happened.

Rasputin suddenly straightened up and jumped up. He foamed in his mouth, looking ferocious to the extreme. He roared crazily from his voice. Yubosuf, who was frightened, only saw the finger flashing in the air... Like iron pliers, he grabbed his shoulder and desperately trying to pinch his throat. At this time, Rasputin's His eyes were crooked and almost popped out of his eyes.

"Yubosuf! Yupo Sufu! ......"

Rasputin, who came back from the dead, shouted Yuposuf's name repeatedly in a low and hoarse voice and stuck his neck.

Yuposuf, who was completely shrouded in fear, wanted to break free, but his hands were like iron pliers, holding him tightly, and Prishkvik was also scared. He looked at Rasputin, who came back from the dead in horror, who was dying, eroded by poison and pierced by bullets. How can a corpse be resurrected? The scene in front of him only reminded him of two words.

"Devil!"

Yes, only the devil can do this, and only the devil can be resurrected!

Yuposuf, who desperately wanted to break free from his hands, realized more deeply that the person in front of him was clearly the devil, but the devil possessed Rasputin, a country bumpkin, stood in front of him, grabbed him with his hands, and wanted to strangle him!

"Ah..."

With the last trace of the car, Yuposuf finally broke free of Rasputin's hand and the clutches of the devil, and Rasputin sat down as if he was tired. His hand grabbed an epaulette torn from Yuposuf's shoulder. Yuposuf looked at Rasputin again, and he curled up all over. He lay motionless, but then he began to squirm again.

"Prishovich, come on, take the gun, shoot him, he's not dead..."

Yuposuf shouted loudly that he had no weapons. His gun was given to the prince, and Prishkovic, who was originally scared, was called back by Yupsuf's shouts. He touched his waist and didn't bring the gun.

"Gun, the gun is upstairs!"

Yubosuf quickly ran upstairs when he heard this, and Prishkovic saw that the body was about to stand up again, so he also ran upstairs.

"Gun, where is the gun?"

Yubosuf shouted loudly. Prishkovic also looked for the gun in panic. Finally, he found the pistol by the desk, but the gun was put in the holster and wanted to take it out. He was in a hurry and couldn't take it out for a while.

"Hurry up, shoot!"

"I can't take it out!"

At this moment, there was a roar from the stairs. Yubosuf couldn't understand the roar at all, as if it was not a human language, at least Yubosuf didn't understand!

"He's coming up!"

Hearing the noise from the stairs, Yubosuf shouted. At this time, he saw the lead rubber baton given to him by Krakow on the table. He picked it up and ran downstairs. At this time, Rasputin was climbing from the basement to the stairs, one step by one. Soon, his voice kept roaring in a loud voice that no one could understand, and at the same time, he purred hoarsely, like an injured beast.

"Ah..."

Just as Yubosuf shouted and ran towards Rasputin with a rubber stick, he saw that Rasputin, who was originally crawling, bent down and jumped to the secret door to the yard. Yuposuf knew that the secret door was locked and the key was taken away by others, so he did not chase him, but just sank. He held the lead-wrapped rubber stick in his hand and prepared to give Rasputin a fatal blow.

"Rasputin, can you escape..."

Just as Yubosuf said this, he saw an amazing scene. The secret door that was clearly locked to prevent others from entering was opened. Rasputin escaped and then disappeared in the darkness. The scene in front of him only made Yubosuf unable to recover...

(to be continued)