Jiang Fang did not give himself too long to rest.
They rushed back to the church.
Guan Junliang lay on his back on the prayer bench, clutching a piece of torn clothes tightly in his hand, his eyes closed tightly, his whole body trembling, and he passed out unexpectedly.
Song Haining wiped Guan Junliang's sweat with one hand, and held the dagger washed in the holy water of the church with the other, his brows and eyes were filled with heroic and chilling.
Ban Hang also firmly grasped the rare exorcism props in their hands and stood by the two of them, posing an absolute defensive posture.
Seeing the two people stepping in from the door of the church, Ban Hang and Song Haining's spirits were relieved, and Qi Qi showed an expression of asking for help.
… even if these two were empty-handed, while they were fully armed.
Nan Zhou stepped forward and leaned over to check on Guan Junliang's situation.
Jiang Fang hid the red scar on his palm that was strangled by the bridge cable, and said calmly, "Banhang, tell me the situation again."
Ban Hang sat down on the bench beside him, his arms propped on his long legs, and he stroked his earlobes.
This is his expression of anxiety, the glaze on the earrings has long been bald by him.
He went with Guan Junliang to find the missing Hua Xixi.
Their original intention was to never separate their troops, especially in this foggy day. If they separated, they would be waiting for the monsters hidden in the fog and unknown to be defeated.
Guan Junliang is a well-known old man in their team. He is more worried about the life and death of his teammates than Ban Hang, and has not said a word along the way.
Ban Hang really couldn't stand such deadness, as if Hua Xixi was really dead, so he racked his brains to ponder the topic to liven up the atmosphere.
Just halfway through his lame joke, Guan Junliang suddenly stopped and grabbed Ban Hang's wrist.
"A-Hang, listen." Guan Junliang's speech suddenly became hurried, "...Did you hear someone calling for help?"
Ban Hang was infected by his tone and immediately pricked up his ears to listen.
"Help… "
The very light and very thin voice was sent on the mist and floated over, causing people to get goosebumps in vain.
"It's Huazi's voice!" Guan Junliang was refreshed, "On the edge of the cliff!"
He shouted loudly: "Huazi! Is that you?"
After the weak voice calling for help, it was sent far away.
Here comes a new message: "I... save me..."
Ban Hang didn't move.
Heavy fog, lost your way, and a strange cry for help came from the fog...
Too strange.
He believed it was an idiot.
But he ignored that Guan Junliang, who was beside him, was really a very good person.
... Even if Jiang Fang told them to be careful that Hua Xixi might be possessed by that anonymous "devil", he was still willing to take risks for a glimmer of hope beyond that "possible".
Guan Junliang saw Ban Hangtie's heart, and refused to take a step, so he broke into the dense fog alone.
Ban Hang's footsteps slowed down, but within a few seconds, most of the man's figure was swallowed by the fog.
Ban Hang was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat: "Hey!! Laoguan! Don't go! Come back!"
Guan Junliang's voice came from a dozen meters away: "Follow me!"
Ban Hang was so angry that he couldn't leave his friend alone, so he had to be brave, and the blind man followed the voice and broke into the unknown fog ahead.
Ban Hang is not as good as Guan Junliang in listening to and debating positions. He is like a fly without a head. He drills in the middle of the fog and drills in the west, only to be caught by Guan Junliang's voice.
Seeing that they had reached the edge of the cliff, he increasingly suspected that they had encountered a siren trap.
Just when he was restless, he suddenly heard Guan Junliang's surprise cry 20 meters ahead: "Here! Ah Hang, Hua Zi is here!!"
Ban Hang was stunned and suspected that Guan Junliang was also possessed, so he suddenly stopped and did not move forward.
There was chaos ahead.
The sound of rubbing the fabric, the faint murmur, and Guan Junliang's cries were very similar to scenes that would only appear in a nightmare.
After a while, Guan Junliang's anxious voice sounded again: "Ahang, come and help, Huazi he-"
Listening to his pronunciation, it seemed that he was really trying his best to save his life from the bottomless abyss.
Ban Hang was hesitant.
Is Hua 偲偲 really there
Or is this another round
Is he going to go back to church, find the boss, or stay here and see what's going on
It was at this moment of hesitation, in the depths of the fog, Hua Xixi suddenly hoarse and let out a sound.
A hoarse scream: "Ah-"
Before the screams resounding through the deep valley, there was a sharp tearing sound of the fabric.
After the scream, it was the sound of breaking the fog and the falling of the wind.
There was no sound of landing.
The valley is too deep, and the muffled sound of broken pieces is not enough to feed back from the depths of the valley.
After the falling sound disappeared a hundred feet away, there was no sound around.
Ban Hang stayed where he was.
The temperature of his hands and feet quickly faded, and the blood on his face gradually disappeared.
… No way
After a while, his stiff limbs barely regained their mobility.
He hurried forward.
After breaking through the clumps of mist and rushing for dozens of steps, he stopped.
He saw Guan Junliang kneeling on the edge of the cliff with a blank expression.
In his hand was a scrap of cloth, which was being swayed by the returning fog and wind, like a shabby soul-calling flag.
… is a remnant of Huasai's clothes.
The corners of Ban Hang's mouth gradually began to shake uncontrollably, and the corners of his eyes also became sore and stinging.
Is it true that the cry for help
Hua 偲偲 is also true.
Not a scam
So, just now, if he is willing to let go of his guard, he is willing to help Guan Junliang...
Guan Junliang stared at the rags fluttering in his palm, his fingers propped up on the edge of the cliff kept closing in, grabbed a handful of floating soil, and clasped it tightly in his palm.
He stared at the direction in which Hua 偲 偲 fell off the cliff, and seemed to use all his strength to see the final appearance of Tsing Hua 偲.
However, what fell into his eyes was only a pale void.
"Why… "
Guan Junliang didn't look at Ban Hang, but Ban Hang knew that he was talking to himself.
There was a suppressed indifference in his tone: "...Ahang, why don't you come and help me?"
When the words fell, he made a gesture to stand up, swayed his body twice, closed his eyes, faced the Wanren cliff, and fell straight forward.
Ban Hang woke up like a dream, took a step forward, hugged Guan Junliang who fainted, hugged him with trembling arms, and slowly sat down on the edge of the cliff.
…
Ban Hang's description was topsy-turvy. After reluctantly restoring the original state of the matter, he hooked his head and took two or three deep breaths in a row, as if he was forced to breathe under the weight of memories.
gas.
He muttered to himself, with unconcealed grief in his voice: "Huazi said before that if he is gone, let me go back and tell his mother that his bank card password is his father's birthday, and I promised him He said that if he didn't go back alive, he would take all his money..."
Ban Hang supported his head with his hands and ruffled his hair: "Damn, how can I tell people when I go back?"
During the conversation, Ban Hang's knees dizzy with two or three dark water stains.
He raised his elbow and wiped his face hastily, his voice full of self-deprecation and fear: "Fuck... so many people have already died, how can I still not accept... "
In the face of life and death, it is never possible to gently reveal it with a word of "getting used to it".
What's more, the current predicament is entirely caused by his "unbelief".
If he could let go of his guard, if he could help Guan Junliang, would Hua Xiu be able to live, wouldn't it...
Nan Zhou sat beside Guan Junliang and reached out to touch his pulse and forehead.
Guan Junliang's heart beat extremely fast, his fingers and forehead were abnormally cold, and his face was gray.
He asked Song Haining, "Why did he faint?"
Song Haining quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, forcing herself to get out of her depressed mood.
"Brother Guan's character is like this..." She understood Nan Zhou's slight lack of human emotion, and explained to him softly, "He can't accept the fact that he just fell off the cliff, or from his hands..."
Nan Zhou gave a "hmm" and stopped asking questions. He just sat quietly beside Guan Junliang, wondering what he was thinking.
There was absolute silence in the church.
They haven't had this kind of downsizing for a long time, and they have long been unfamiliar with the pain, so when the pain hits, they are completely powerless to resist.
When Nan Zhou briefly informed what happened on the suspension bridge, the atmosphere in the church became more and more gloomy.
Ban Hang listened to the whole process and said nothing, just kicked a chair next to him, buried his face in his palm, and rubbed it hard.
The message that Nan Zhou brought back only represented one thing:
… On both sides of the strait, things have happened.
He just lost a friend because of his suspicions.
Ban Hang didn't want to lose any more.
With a hoarse voice, he asked Nan Zhou softly, "We... just look at them like this, can't we save?"
Neither Nan Zhou nor Jiang Fang answered him.
When the words came out, Ban Hang himself felt ridiculous, so he buried his head and said no more.
Although he is reckless, he is no longer the stunned young man who just entered the game.
No one knows what the consequences of breaking the rules will be, and whether the opposing teammates will fall into a more difficult and desperate situation.
But if you really do nothing...
The sound of the falling wind rang in his ears again.
Song Haining really didn't want to let such depression spread, so he took the initiative to try to find a topic: "Boss, tell me, what are we going to do next? Are we really going to wait for that demon... kill us one by one? It's like killing us. Whispering like that…”
Jiang Fang took over: "It's very strange."
Song Haining: "Yes, we still don't know what the devil's purpose is..."
Reverend Keith is meticulous, covering up all traces too perfectly.
Even in the burned paper ashes, Song Haining couldn't find the slightest clue.
Obviously, in this dungeon, the plot is simpler than ever, and the core contradictions can be easily grasped by anyone who comes along.
- The main NPCs on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are in a relationship, but because one party is entangled, and their feelings are obviously not tolerated by the current world, they have to find their own solutions.
The clues are clear and the plot is clear, but they just have a sense of crampedness that they have nowhere to start and nowhere to focus.
Jiang Fang interrupted Song Haining's words: "What I said 'strange' was why Hua Xixi died now."
These words made Ban Hang shiver slightly.
But after he calmed down, he didn't feel any dissatisfaction.
They followed Jiang Fang, not because Jiang Fang always seemed to have a genial smile, but because at any time, he could handle all emergencies coldly enough.
And the doubts he raised were indeed justified.
Hua Xixi was silently kidnapped for more than ten hours, could he still hang on the edge of the cliff for more than ten hours
They had surveyed the terrain on the east coast beforehand.
There are no flowers, no grass and no trees on the edge of the cliff. Except for their own hands, the person who is about to fall off the cliff has nothing to rely on.
It would be absurd within absurdity to say that Hua Xixi hanged there for more than ten hours waiting for someone to rescue him.
Song Haining speculates: "Did the devil do it on purpose... He deliberately put the 偲偲 on the edge of the cliff when Brother Guan and He approached. Because of suspicion, Brother Guan and Ahang might not go. will know…”
Aren't all the demons in the movie like this, in order to occupy a body, they will do anything by any means, create terrifying incidents, and seize every inch of spiritual space without mercy.
As the speculation deepened, she became more and more worried about Guan Junliang and Ban Hang.
Both of them witnessed the death of their friends with their own eyes, and both suffered a huge psychological impact. Will they be locked by the devil as their next target...
Jiang Fang was noncommittal and turned to Nan Zhou: "What do you think?"
Nan Zhou put his hand on Guan Junliang's wrist: "If that's the case, it's really boring."
Song Haining, who was still deeply worried: "... ah?"
He looked at Guan Junliang's face: "As you said, normal people hear a person who has been missing for more than ten hours calling for help on the edge of a cliff, and they won't go to the edge of the cliff to see the situation, let alone rescue them. They will only think it's a trap. That's it."
Song Haining wanted to refute: "But, Brother Guan's character..."
At this point, she choked suddenly.
That demon... how could they know their character
Of course, the devil may have great powers, omniscient and omnipotent, or it may have been summoned by Keith long ago, hidden around them, secretly spied and observed, and figured out their temperament in the past few days.
But such a scheming demon, if he has the confidence and confidence to deceive Guan Junliang to the edge of the cliff, he has taken so many troubles, is it just to let Hua Xixi die in front of him
As Nan Zhou said, if the devil's purpose is just this, it would be too "boring".
Song Haining became more and more confused.
"'Can't cross the bridge'..." Nan Zhou repeated the rule that was repeatedly mentioned, "Is it related to this matter?"
Judging from the current situation, whether it is the devil or the game, they are all helping them to "cross the bridge".
If the demons were in front of them one by one
Killing their friends in front of them might indeed make them panic and even flee to the West Bank to save their lives.
The east bank is a cliff, and there is no other way down the mountain.
If they want to stay away from this land dominated by demons, they can only cross the bridge.
However, what exactly does "crossing the bridge" lead to
Compared with the strange power and chaos here, the story style on the west bank can be said to be completely different.
Here is the demon summoning led by priests, and there is Frankenstein led by doctors.
Even if you cross the bridge, what will happen
Nan Zhou couldn't help thinking of what the tuxedo deacon blurted out on the bridge.
“…defilement of God’s gift to the world will inevitably lead to the curse of God”.
This is the only content associated with "God" on the West Bank side.
What is "God's gift to the world"
What does "God's curse" have to do with "devil"
Duke Shelley, what exactly do you want to do
What broke Nan Zhou's thoughts was a muffled sound from far away.
All four pairs of eyes looked towards the outside of the church, and even the South Pole was awakened. Gu Yong crawled out from under the pillow in the bedroom on the second floor, and stood by the window with sleepy eyes, looking at the flickering lights in the forest on the other side. .
Nan Zhou asked, "What sound?"
Jiang Fang stood up and his expression became more and more serious.
He answered briefly: "The gunshots."
As soon as the words were finished, a second shot came from the west bank.
Then came the third and fourth sounds.
"They are chasing someone."