I followed the sound. Behind a row of unique small lounges, there is a round table similar to an amphitheater. Steps go down from high to low. There is almost no light around it, only the blurry projection in front of it flickers. Faint light.
The voice of the speech also became clearer:
There was a saying of hell before ancient Judaism, and ancient Hinduism also proposed this clear concept. The original origin of the saying about hell was Atlantis, which was also the center of prehistoric civilization, and then spread to the civilization of ancient Egyptians. Hell is recorded in magician civilizations all over the world...
The most detailed description of hell is the "Divine Comedy" of the Renaissance and the state religion of Italy is Christianity...
Dante’s hell comes as an orthodox hell.
The Christian heaven is lined up with the Garden of Eden, and hell also belongs to the category of "parallel worlds"...
I finally reached the end. It was a white iron door. Two pots of broad-leaved plants were placed on both sides of the door. The leaves on the top of the plants were red.
I have seen this scene before, through the headless youth.
I hesitated, but raised my hand to push the door open, and then walked in.
There is a cabinet at the entrance, and there are masks on it, all masks of the devil, in different shapes, but with the same effect.
At this moment, I have realized where I have come, but I didn't expect to come in so easily.
At least, I think someone should block me before it is reasonable.
Standing at the door, looking inside, you can see a bead curtain through a passageway, and through the bead curtain, you can see many people wearing masks, all kneeling on the ground, very pious hands clasped together, chanting together. They understand the scriptures, they are so devoted, so towards me, as if they are otherworldly.
This is the gathering place for the followers of the cult!
I began to hesitate, should I turn around and leave immediately and tell Deng Fei to send someone to encircle him immediately
If things are as simple as I thought, it’s fine, but as for it’s not easy, I can’t tell, I just faintly feel that I have been stared at by countless eyes. As long as I make a little bit of unusual behavior, it may be incurred. Disaster.
I regret not listening to Big Eyes, and I regret that I shouldn't be separated from Deng Fei.
How is Deng Fei now? Never meet
What's the matter
It’s easy to get in, but it’s hard to get out, but if you come, I might as well walk in and take a look. I don’t believe that people here are more fierce than ghosts!
With a comforting touch of self-deception, I took a deep breath and continued to move forward. At the entrance of Zhulian, there are three human head sculptures with lifelike expressions and indifferent expressions. These three human head sculptures are placed on the stone squat, watching the people who come here.
There is a human head sculpture in the middle. Although I haven't seen it, it has a strong sense of familiarity. Therefore, I instantly think of the headless youth.
The one in the middle should be his head.
I subconsciously stretched out my hand to touch the sculpture on my head, but at this moment, a person walked behind me and said indifferently: "Is this the first time? These sculptures are sacred, and it is forbidden to touch and desecrate."
I turned around hurriedly and saw a woman wearing a mask.
She was wearing a mask and couldn't see the real face, but the tone of her speech was indisputable that belonged to the superior.
I withdrew my hand and did not speak out of caution.
The woman handed me a mask and said, "Here you are, put it on."
The mask is not a demon or ghost, but just an ordinary white face. I took the mask and put it on and said, "Thank you."
The woman stepped forward before me. I subconsciously followed her, opened the bead curtain and walked into the hall inside. The hall was like a movie theater that was showing, but there were no seats.
There was a white light on the front wall, and a person was giving a speech in the light. Because it was too far away, he couldn't see the speaker clearly.
Following the woman, I found a vacant position and knelt on the ground, learning the appearance of the people around me, putting my hands together, listening to the teachings from the front:
"Hell is far below 5900 kilometers, where is the true location of hell..."
"I will redeem them from the underworld, redeem them from death..."
"I have died, and now I live again, and I have lived forever and ever, and I still hold the key to death and the underworld-the box of mourning!"
Hearing this, I raised my head slightly. Originally, I thought the person on the podium was a living person, but this time I was looking at it and found that it was just projected onto the background of the wall through the projector.
His back was hit on the wall, a little mottled, and a little fuzzy, but the voice was very clear.
From the beginning, I felt that the voice had
These are familiar, but I can't remember whose voice it is for a while, and where I have heard it.
So now that I heard it, I was even more curious, so I knelt and moved forward when people were not paying attention. After moving more than ten meters, I finally saw clearly that the person who was speaking on the wall was Who!
It's Dong Yong!
Why is it he!
Or, there are two people who look exactly the same in the world! One is the messenger of justice and the other is the incarnation of the devil!
But this possibility is very slim!
It is hard for me to imagine that the person holding the scalpel to examine the body would actually be an important member of the cult Rebirth Sect.
He spoke that he was holding the key of death and the underworld in his hand-the box of mourning. The person with such rights should be the Mass mentioned by Deng Fei. But the dispersion has existed in thirty years, and now Dong Yong is in his thirties.
Or is Dong Yong bewitching sentient beings as a dispersal rebirth
It is conceivable that what Dong Yong did in that remote mountainous area, he really looked like a demon, and he was a demon crawling out of hell!
My thoughts were a little messy for a while, and I couldn't sort out a methodical analysis, and I lost my attention to the words he said.
I don’t know how long it took before the video playback ended. After someone said a word, the devout believers who knelt on the ground got up and prepared to leave.
So, I also stood up with the crowd and walked out with the flow of people. At the same time, I wondered in my heart how I would tell him what I saw here after a while.
Lifting the bead curtain, a voice stopped me: "Sir, please stay."
It's the woman who gave me the mask.
I was stunned and looked at her.
"PLZ follow me."
Her tone was very flat, without any commands or compulsion, but it made me unable to decide. But compared to the first time she talked to me, her tone was obviously a little wary this time.
I nodded, and then followed the woman, walked into a passage next to him, walked out of the aisle, my sight became much brighter, and the surrounding area became wider. My instinct told me that this should be a hidden office area.
The woman opened the door of the office, walked in, took off the mask on her face casually, put it on the desk, and then revealed a delicate face.
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