Chapter 1994 Trample It to Bits

There was a glass jar on the altar, inside which a heart—already turning black—was suspended in liquid. Seven white candles were placed around the heart. The wax that dripped from the melting candles formed a creepy pattern on the table's surface. Wynter glanced back at Dalton and frowned. "Are you alright? This environment doesn't seem to agree with you." Dalton narrowed his eyes slightly before raising an eyebrow at her. "I'm alright, actually. This heart seems to have been here for a while." Wynter commented quietly, "It's already turning black on the outside. This looks like Orinda's handiwork, but I still don't know why she's offering up this heart." She looked up at the black-and-white photograph hanging behind the table. It depicted a young lady wearing an old-fashioned dress. She looked beautiful, but her eyes were empty. There was also a huge cross drawn in the middle of the photograph with a red marker. Suddenly, Wynter noticed that someone was kneeling in front of the