[The blood moon hangs high.
This long-closed town is setting off an unprecedented feast of killings.
The archbishop in black was crucified to a cross with silverware, and the blood slid down, only bringing screams.
"Ah!!!—God—God will come down on you!"
Jie Jie Jie—
"The god is dead—" Maurice's long sighs and laughter sounded in the screaming hall.
A blond man stood in front of the archbishop named Emily, with pleasure in his blue eyes.
In the audience, countless believers are sinking into their own sinful dreams and starting to kill each other.
Blood had already stained the entire villa.
But for a moment, there was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Karina cut open the rope tied to her wrist with a dagger that fell to the ground, and then looked at the tragedy in the hall with a face full of shock, not knowing what happened.
Her memory only stopped at the moment when she was bloodletted.
"God... will escort me... and the devil will fall into hell..." Emily, with disheveled hair and crucified on the cross, no longer looked at the devil in front of her, and continued to recite the teachings.
The gods she worships share her pain.
Seeing such a stubborn Emily, Morris tilted his head and smiled, and the next moment, blood splattered everywhere.
The cross was torn apart, and the sinful blood overflowed the entire podium.
Emily, who was still chanting, could only scream and moan.
Karina looked at Emily who was tied to the cross and began to scream, and the man standing in front of her who was burnt all over, and felt a fear rising from the deepest part of her heart that made her unable to move. .
where is she now
Is it a dream—or reality
Morris turned his head and looked at the blond girl with a frightened face, showing an elegant smile.
Shhh—the trial has begun.
It would be a grand, never-ending nightmare.]
— from "Nightmare"
"Well!"
Zhou Yu, who was busy looking for a place to hide, accidentally touched the sprained foot, and immediately felt a piercing pain, and sweated a little on his forehead.
But it's all bearable.
Zhou Yu saw a man with a gun approaching gradually. Regardless of the injury on his foot, he picked up a tree branch scattered by the explosion from the ground, and supported himself to move forward.
He needs to hide in the house.
The current situation is very unfavorable to him, and staying here may only lead to a dead end.
"Quack—" the crow's shriek screamed.
Zhou Yu's breathing was stagnant, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.
The scene of the crow falling to the ground came into view, and Zhou Yu's hand holding the branch was covered with veins.
died.
The gift Maurice left him, died.
But in such a dangerous situation now, it was too late for Zhou Yu to continue to be sad.
He gritted his teeth, dragged his sore and numb leg, and walked into the house.
After closing the door, Zhou Yu endured the pain, took out the medicine box next to the entrance, and hid in the bathroom to treat the wound.
After struggling to tear off the fabric on the trouser legs, Zhou Yu couldn't help frowning when he saw a purple lump swelling on his ankle.
Now there is no ice at home for him to apply a cold compress, so he can only deal with it urgently and apply some medicine.
He's not a doctor, and he's not very familiar with the treatment of these wounds, especially this kind of sprain - just hope it doesn't break the bone.
Wrapped the wound with gauze to relieve the pain in his feet, Zhou Yu felt the stabbing pain from his forehead.
It's really rainy and windy.
The skin on his forehead was scratched at some point and was bleeding continuously.
Zhou Yu looked at the blood-red blood on the palm of his hand, and had to take out the little gauze left, and just pressed it on his forehead to stop the bleeding.
boom! ! !
The roar of the explosion came again, this time very close, almost at the wall, the sound was so loud that Zhou Yu's eardrums hurt a bit.
It appears that someone shot directly at the house.
Zhou Yu blinked, trying to stay awake.
He was a little dizzy due to the blood loss on his forehead and the impact of repeated explosions, and he could barely hear a heavy footstep entering the house.
The burning smell of the burning house filled the whole house.
Zhou Yu stood up and stood by the door of the bathroom waiting for someone to come.
He held a small knife in his hand, ready to fight to the death.
No matter who came, with this ruthless killing method, there must be no good results in his hands.
But he didn't want to die, how could he just die like this before Morris came back.
The burning fog penetrated through the gap in the door, and the strong smell soon made Zhou Yu cough uncontrollably, and his consciousness began to trance.
He hurriedly soaked the bathroom towel and covered his face to resist the smoke.
However, it was too late after all, the man had already discovered his hiding place.
Pat-pat-
The footsteps stopped in front of the bathroom door.
Zhou Yu frowned, and he was staring at the door in front of him, the knife in his hand was shining sharply.
boom-
Another gunshot rang out, and the bathroom door was blasted open.
Zhou Yu was knocked down to the ground by the impact.
"Ahem!! Damn it!" How many bullets does this guy have!
Also, what kind of gun is this? How could it be so powerful!
In this small town where guns are not allowed, guns are not uncommon, but Zhou Yu has never seen such a gun that is as powerful as explosives.
This extraordinary power is simply irresistible.
A tall figure appeared at the door of the bathroom as the door panel was broken, and those eyes that were shining coldly were full of insensitive killing intent.
"Your name is Zhou Yu, right?"
The cold muzzle was aimed at the extremely weak black-haired boy on the ground.
Varen's finger was on the trigger, and his voice was so cold that ice shards could fall out.
"Yes." The black-haired and green-eyed boy raised his head and replied expressionlessly.
He knew that if he didn't answer, this murderous guy would really pull the trigger.
Varun frowned slightly as he looked at this cannon fodder supporting role, which was very different from the original plot.
He put away the heavy laser gun in his hand and replaced it with a tranquilizer gun.
Uh! ! !
Zhou Yu only saw another gun appearing in the hand of the big man who had bumped into it once, and then felt a numbness in his neck, and soon fell into a coma.
boom—
There was a huge explosion in the house that was on fire, as if there was something flammable inside, the flames were soaring, shocking.
With his back to the flames, Varen threw the tightly bound second target into the back of the truck expressionlessly, and locked the door tightly again.
He looked down at the time on his watch.
It was almost one o'clock.
He needs to speed up.
at noon.
A plenary meeting is being held in the quiet villa.
A middle-aged woman with a face full of compassion sat on the main seat and said loudly: "Everyone, I have decided—to hold a ceremony tonight to worship the gods!"
All the believers sitting at the long table were suddenly in an uproar.
"What? But, what about that demon? My daughter still can't wake up because of it!"
A man in a suit and leather shoes stood up and looked at Emily, the woman in the main seat, with some excitement.
Emily smiled and said, "Don't worry, your daughter Annie will be freed tonight, and the blood of the Holy Son will redeem her."
The man in suits and leather shoes said suspiciously, "Holy Son? Where did the Holy Son come from?"
"Archbishop, you haven't told us the truth until now. What is going on with that demon? We are entangled by it now, and only your necklace can save us temporarily. But, can we only rely on such a necklace for the rest of our lives? ?”
Another believer began to refute, and the rest of the believers also silently looked at the archbishop on the throne.
After all, since the last fire from the sky, they were really afraid of this sacrificial ceremony.
Coupled with the fact that they have been entangled by the demon in the dream since then, the believers who are deeply in fear have even shaken their devout belief in the gods.
The smile on Emily's face froze for a moment, then a smile appeared, and she said, "Of course not. After this sacrifice, the demon will disappear forever, and we don't have to worry about it anymore."
"As for the Holy Son, he is the most suitable candidate I have found with great difficulty."
A good friend of her damned son, she really couldn't be more suitable.
"His blood will wash away the demon's curse, and then everything will come to an end."
"Believers, don't be confused by demons. The gods will always protect you. I just hope that you will not disappoint the gods."
Emily showed a sad expression and bowed her head devoutly in prayer.
Seeing this scene, several believers who had been shaken in their faith immediately showed extremely ashamed expressions.
A gleam flashed in Emily's lowered eyes, and she continued: "Tonight will be the day of judgment for everything."
"Everything will be judged in the end!"
Al, the white-haired man sitting in the corner, expressionlessly clenched the pen he was playing with in the palm of his hand.
The plot changes more and more, the situation is not good.
"Jie Jie Jie—really?" A hoarse voice sounded in this spacious conference room, full of malice.
"Then I'm going to start my trial too, how about it, let's start now, and don't delay your trial at night—Jie Jie Jie!!!"
Wanton and rampant laughter echoed over the room and penetrated into the hearts of everyone who was terrified.
"How is this possible..." Al accidentally pinched the pen in his hand, showing an expression of incredible horror.
Emily's necklace has not been polluted by the heroine's blood, so it stands to reason that Morris should still be afraid of this place.
Being able to break in so easily, it seems that the current Morris is stronger than in the original plot...
Al sat on the seat with his head bowed, making it impossible to see his expression clearly, but the intersecting and tightly clenched hands showed his violent inner fluctuations.
He felt that this mission might be more ominous than good.
"Before the trial, let's play a game~" Morris reappeared with a playful voice, accompanied by people's screams one after another.
"No! - let us out!" The disciples in suits and ties slammed on the door of the conference room desperately.
However, the door that was originally unlocked seemed to be welded to death at this moment, no matter how hard he slapped it, he couldn't open it.
"Ah, it seems that someone wants to quit the game halfway?"
Morris sounded a little surprised, and other panicked believers immediately moved to the door full of hope, hoping to be allowed to quit this "game".
Crack—a bang.
The man who hit the door disappeared, leaving only a pool of minced meat and internal organs, and blood splashed all over the people who approached him.
"Ah!!!"
"Help! Help! Come on!"
"Quick! Call the police! Quick!"
The screams resounded throughout the conference room, making people feel their eardrums start to tingle, but no one could control their voices under such circumstances.
Everyone was screaming, expecting this way to release their inner fear.
"Jie Jie Jie~ You can't quit, this is a game of life or death, am I right? Mother"
Hearing this, Emily, who was originally sitting on the main seat praying silently, opened her eyes and said loudly: "Everyone—don't be fooled by the devil! We are believers in God! It can't hurt us!"
The chaotic believers gradually calmed down, and they all looked at the calm Archbishop Emily.
"As long as we work together, we will definitely not get hurt—" As she said, Emily raised the necklace she was holding tightly in her hand, and like countless times in the past, the strange black color began to shine on the necklace.
Only this time, it's slightly different.
A man with burnt marks appeared behind Emily, and his sharp claws pierced Emily's chest and abdomen.
"Ah!!!—impossible... impossible..." Emily opened her bloodshot eyes wide, with an expression of disbelief on her face.
The black ghost's hand gripped Emily's neck, making it impossible for her to utter deceptive declarations.
The necklace in her hand also fell to the ground, losing its luster.
Morris' blue eyes turned to Emily, with a smile on his face, gloomy and terrifying.
"My dear mother, it is better for you to be the witness of the game and the trial."
"Well, let me think about it, where should you sit?" Morris looked at the fear in the eyes of this indifferent woman in the past, and his smile became even more insolent, "It's better to sit there, the view is the best. Jie Jie—"
Morris looked at the cross erected on the wall directly opposite the conference room.
In the next second, Emily appeared on the wall of the conference room.
Her hands and feet were pierced by silver nails, showing the posture of a sacrificer, with blood flowing continuously, forming a pool of blood under the cross.
Her abdomen was also pierced with silver, exposing her bloody internal organs.
"Then, the witnesses are ready. Where are the contestants in the game? Are you ready?" The blond-haired man narrowed his blue eyes and showed a ferocious smile.
The trembling believers stared blankly at the wailing archbishop hanging on the wall, and their spirits were on the verge of collapse.