Nan Zhou immediately denied: "I don't worry about letting you go there alone."
Jiang Fang: "You go, I'm not worried."
Nan Zhou embraced the unconscious visitor in silence.
After some careful thinking, he was sure that he did not understand what Jiang Fang meant.
He asked seriously: "Is there anything I can't worry about?"
Jiang Fang gently patted his face: "Nan Zhou, you are not cruel enough."
Nan Zhou was a little confused, and rubbed habitually along the strength of his stroking, and said at the same time: "I have killed people."
Jiang Fang took one step closer to Nanzhou.
The silver shadow cut with the sharpness of a blade.
He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the unconscious visitor in Nan Zhou's arms, his voice was soft and soft: "... Then kill him. Right now."
… The visitor can't speak now, or it must be as unpleasant as it sounds.
Even if Ban Hang, who was dozens of steps away, heard his words, he suddenly froze and got goosebumps.
Nan Zhou glanced at the visitor who had no resistance, but did not move.
Jiang Fang's cuff moved, and a thin, long and thin blade slipped out of his cuff.
It took less than half a second from the first appearance of the thin blade to the cold light hitting the visitor's throat.
Nan Zhou grabbed his throat and stepped back half a step, dashing past the blade.
The failure of this blow was clearly expected by Jiang Fang.
He pulled the short knife into a beautiful shape, put it back in the storage slot, and said flatly, "This is my reason."
Nan Zhou was silent.
He understood what Jiang Fang meant.
"I admit, you know how to kill people better than I do."
After putting away the blade, Jiang Fang still looked at Nan Zhou with those gentle and amiable smiling eyes: "But I know you better. Even if the curse is infested there, most people are probably the same as the deacon, they don't know the end. something happened."
The deacon who fell off the cliff is already considered the Duke's personal person in terms of identity, but according to his performance at the juncture of life and death, he still does not fully know the truth about the curse.
In other words, most people in the West Bank are most likely just innocent migrant workers loyal to the duke and ignorant of the curse.
Because the content of the "curse" on the other side is completely unclear, anyone may be the source of infection, and no mercy will be tolerated in the face of any emergencies.
In extreme moments, they even take the initiative to curb the "curse" from human-to-human transmission.
Nan Zhou really lacked determination in taking the initiative to kill.
However, Nan Zhou still refused to give up: "I can give it a try."
Jiang Fang smiled and asked, "If they don't kill you, treat you as a guest from the East Bank, and treat you gently and politely, would you be willing to kill them?"
Nan Zhou replied, "I will knock them out."
Jiang Fang: "I will kill you with one blow. If there is one less person over there, there will be less trouble here."
As he said that, he gently squeezed Nan Zhou's shoulder with the hand he just swung the knife, the spring breeze turned the rain into the rain, and he said, "Don't worry about me, I will try my best to reduce the pressure on us."
Nan Zhou pursed his lips: "I can't leave you alone in the West Bank."
He could only take Jiang Fang to the west bank, and could not wait for him by the bridge.
Junliang, Haining and Banhang all still need him.
Bringing Jiang Fang to the West Bank meant that he had to fight alone.
Hearing him say this, Jiang Fang's tone suddenly became obviously low: "...Then you can rest assured to leave me alone?"
After Jiang Fang finished speaking, he turned his face away and continued in a joking tone: "You should let me get used to the feeling of exploring alone in advance."
Nan Zhou blinked, wondering why Jiang Fang brought the topic up again.
He said matter-of-factly: "it's different. At that time, you won't be alone. You will have Banhang, Junliang, and... "
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fang had already stepped into the sunlight outside before him.
He stretched out his hand to Nan Zhou: "Let's go. I can't get through without you."
Nan Zhou lowered his eyes, thought for a few seconds, turned his head and called, "Ban Hang."
Ban Hang held a gun and followed him.
Nan Zhou handed over the unconscious visitor to Ban Hang, and poured a little of the remaining holy water on him.
The man didn't respond, and the colorless, odorless fluid ran down his cheeks and into his collar.
Ban Hang, who had no idea in his heart, was relieved when he saw this.
... not hurt by holy water, that's people.
If he is human, he is not false.
Nan Zhou instructed him: "Tie the person up and gag your hands, eyes, and mouth."
After giving the order, he slapped the unconscious visitor again on the neck. After giving Ban Hang a reassurance pill, he stepped out.
"Watch home. I'll… be back soon."
Nan Zhou quickly caught up with Jiang Fang, who was heading towards the suspension bridge, and walked side by side with him.
Nan Zhou said, "I still don't approve of you going."
Jiang Fang kept walking and said with a smile: "Then you can leave me by the bridge and go there alone."
Nan Zhou didn't answer, just took out a short gun and handed it to him.
Jiang Fang took it and pulled the gun bolt with a click.
The gun is an old gun, but it is well maintained and feels good.
He said: "There should be a habit of practicing shooting on the opposite side, which is worth being careful about."
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Jiang Fang skillfully adjusted the sight: "Since there are already firearms and weapons such as arquebuses and shotguns, it means that it is at least the 16th to 17th centuries."
Nan Zhou has not yet established a systematic understanding of the history of the outside world, so he asked seriously: "Duke Shelley is willing to perform specialized surgery on the brain, is it considered advanced in this era?"
"Brain surgery has a very long history," Jiang Fang replied. "In prehistoric tribes, in order to 'exorcise' the sick, they performed brain drilling operations on living people. Until the 19th century, they were still used to treat mental illnesses. The leukotomy of…”
Nan Zhou thoughtfully: "Hmm..."
"… very suspicious, isn't it?"
Jiang Fang said: "Through the ages, there have been too many reasons for skull openings. Duke Shelley's reason for doing a skull opening is already the most legitimate of all the outrageous reasons. curse'?"
However, he just asked a question that puzzled him, and he didn't know what would happen.
This was also one of the contents of the investigation he had to complete when he went to the East Bank.
With that said, Jiang Fang put the gun back in the storage slot, pinned the two short knives to the sharkskin scabbard hanging from his waist, and covered them with the thick and dignified robes of the clergyman.
In the long-term live-action game, the bullets they had accumulated in the virtual game have long been exhausted. The bullets of this era can't match their existing guns and weapons.
The movement of the gun is also too great, and it is not necessary to use it unless it is a last resort.
Still the best dagger.
Jiang Fang stopped at a distance of 100 meters from the edge of the cliff.
His breathing was the calm that he could barely maintain after being suppressed.
Nan Zhou took the initiative to take a step forward, squatted down in front of him, put one hand down by his side, and made a move to him.
Jiang Fang wrapped his arms around his neck, buried his eyes on his shoulders and neck, and took the initiative to deprive himself of all his perception of the outside world: "It's hard work."
When stepping onto the bridge, Nan Zhou did not remind Jiang Fang, worried that he would be nervous.
He tried his best to keep his steps light and steady, and even if he stepped on the suspension bridge, he tried his best to get out of the feeling of walking on the ground.
Unfortunately, Jiang Fang's nerves are too sharp.
From the moment Nan Zhou stepped onto the suspension bridge, the hand he held around Nan Zhou's neck began to tremble, and his breathing gradually became rapid.
Knowing the changes in his body, Nan Zhou intentionally increased his pace, but as soon as he went faster, the suspension bridge began to shake uncontrollably.
Jiang Fang bit the side of Nan Zhou's collar and let out an inaudible groan.
Nan Zhou immediately slowed down.
Jiang Fang's breathing really became much smoother.
However, the warm air still rubbed the back of his neck as if it were substantial.
The heartbeat with lingering fear pressed against his back, making a thumping sound, making Nanzhou's bones hurt.
Nan Zhou asked softly, "Why are you so afraid?"
Jiang Fang laughed "ha", revealing a trembling reluctance.
Nan Zhou: "If you don't want to say it, we can say something else."
"I will tell you." Jiang Fang said, "... Later, find a good night, and I will tell you exactly."
Nan Zhou reminded him, "I'm leaving."
Jiang Fang plucked a leaf from his hair for him.
His voice was so low that it was barely audible: "...don't go, okay?"
Nan Zhou: "Yes."
Nan Zhou: "But, you always have to go home in the end."
Jiang Fang's body trembled subtly, and then he laughed sullenly.
"Yeah, I'm going home."
After this conversation, Jiang Fang realized that Nan Zhou was not ignorant of his ambiguity and worried about gains and losses.
On the contrary, he understands too well.
Just because the world between them is too far away.
In the end, it is very likely that it is not that Nan Zhou is going to leave Jiang Fang, but Jiang Fang is going to take all the people Nan Zhou has met these days, leave him, and return to their world.
Sooner or later, Nan Zhou will still be alone.
Nan Zhou said, "You said, you need to get used to the feeling of exploring alone. In fact, I have to start to get used to it again."
Having said that, they also reached the other side of the suspension bridge.
Nan Zhou covered Jiang Fang's eyes, wrapped his arms around his waist, and put the person down on the west bank.
He withdrew his hand and returned his light.
The two stared at each other for a long time, but they were speechless.
Immediately, they raised their hands almost simultaneously and pushed each other's shoulders.
They turned their backs by force, each running towards their goal.
No one turned back.
…
Jiang Fang went all the way without any obstacle.
When walking through the forest, the hem of the overly wide divine costume skimmed over the bushes, making a rustling sound.
There were no human voices or animals in the forest, and it was terribly silent.
Jiang Fang thought of Nan Zhou's discovery again.
… This copy, from the very beginning, isolates the possibility of creatures crossing the bridge to the greatest extent possible.
That is to say, when the curse on both sides of the strait is completely formed, any creature crossing the bridge will break the curse barrier on both sides of the strait.
Finally, the gate of the white castle hidden deep in the jungle appeared in front of Jiang Fang.
The gate of the castle is made of heavy mahogany, nearly three meters high. There are two giant statues standing beside the gate.
The strange thing is that this door is hidden, as if there is some secret, and sneaked out through this gap.
Jiang Fang observed it for about ten minutes.
No one came out of it, and no one approached.
Inside the castle with the door slightly open, there was also a strange silence.
The slightly higher eyebrows blocked the sunlight, making Jiang Fang's eyes reveal a bottomless cold light.
He stepped forward, picked up the bronze doorknocker with the statue of the Son, and knocked on the door.
"Hello." Jiang Fang raised his voice a little, "Pastor Keith sent us here to visit Mr. Duke."
There was still a long silence in response to him from behind the door.
Jiang Fang grabbed the door knocker, ready to push the door open.
The next second the door was opened, a sudden change occurred!
A man dressed as a cook held a blood-stained kitchen knife and rushed out strangely. When he saw Jiang Fang, if he saw a ghost, he couldn't help but say that he raised his hand and slashed!
Jiang Fang turned back lightly, covered the person's face with a wide black robe, and twisted his body fiercely.
Immediately, on the tightly sealed robe, the person's facial features were clearly drawn.
Jiang Fang grabbed his kitchen knife with his backhand and threw it away. He hugged his sturdy waist like a ghost from behind, and pressed close to the ear of the man who was almost suffocating, and asked softly, "Tell me, what happened here?"
But the spirit of the person who came was obviously completely collapsed. Through the robe, he screamed wildly: "Devil! Devil! Give me back, give me back my body!"
Jiang Fang sighed.
Makes no sense.
Immediately, he decisively covered the person's mouth, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed the person's heart twice.
After making sure that his pain was over quickly, Jiang Fang wiped the hot blood from his cheeks and turned to look at the east bank.
…Speaking of which, what do you mean by "give me back my body"
…
east coast.
Song Haining looked at Guan Junliang's half-face that was burnt by the holy water, and was really distressed. He couldn't bear to see this face when he woke up, so he turned the mirror on the bedside upside down.
When she finished this small gesture, she looked up and saw Guan Junliang's eyelids flicker.
He tried to open his eyes, but was stabbed by the sudden influx of light.
Even if he closed it in time, a large, round teardrop still slid down the corner of his eye.
Song Haining's eyes were fast, and he pulled the curtains and cheered: "Brother Guan, are you awake?!"
Guan Junliang half-closed his eyelids and said in a hoarse voice, "I..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he pulled the still fresh wound on his cheek, shaking with pain.
Song Haining hurriedly pressed his shoulder, and calmly said, "Don't move, don't move, you have an injury on your face... But it doesn't matter, it's all over, it will all be fine."
"... Where are Brother Nan and the others?" Guan Junliang's voice was very low, "I have something to tell them."
"They have to go out for a while. Brother Nan should be back soon."
Song Haining patted his arm gently: "You have a good rest first, if you have anything, wait until Brother Nan comes back, ah."
Guan Junliang propped up his upper body, his arms were still shaking, as if: "I'm going... to find them..."
Seeing that he was really anxious, Song Haining couldn't bear it in his heart: "If you have something, tell me first."
Guan Junliang: "Then get closer..."
Song Haining followed his words and gently grabbed his hand: "Brother Guan, you said, I—"
In the next second, her eyes suddenly darkened.
When she regains consciousness, the world will be reversed, and I will be divided into two.
There was a burning pain on his cheeks.
Then, she saw the most terrifying thing in the world.
She saw that, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at her lying on the bed.
... Even the tenderness in her eyes didn't have time to dissipate.
"She" stared at herself with such a gaze that was half tender and half indifferent.
Song Haining wanted to open his mouth, but the slight tremor of his vocal cords caused heart-piercing pain in his limbs.
"You are..." She questioned intermittently in Guan Junliang's voice, "You are not..."
Although the words were difficult, her shock was already beyond words.
… Who are you
… If it is a demon, have you not been expelled from us
Did the eviction fail? Which part is wrong
Thinking of this, a flash of light suddenly flashed across her mind.
wrong! !
not like this!
He suddenly switched places with Guan Junliang lying on the bed, it must be because of the power of the devil.
However, the demon Frass, who was "expelled" by them, has the ability to restore all precious lost things without dying.
And what can be exchanged is...
Yes…
She wanted to cry out for help, but Guan Junliang's body was severely damaged by the holy water.
Moreover, because she was too frightened, she completely lost her voice.
She used all her strength to warn her companions, but a gust of air pressed against her throat, making it difficult for her to say a word.
At this time, "Song Haining" leaned over and gently stroked "Guan Junliang"'s forehead: "I guessed wrong. It is Ami, the 58th demon god among the 72 demon gods of King Solomon. His body is a flaming flame. … is the ability to exchange human vitality with people.”
"Song Haining" trembled all over.
But you're not a FLASH at all, and you're not an ARMY!
If... if he had the "exchange" ability...
If it wasn't "Hua Si Si" who fell off the cliff...
If this is the reason why the devil can silently kill "Keith" with a cross under the nose of Nan Zhou, and must take Hua Xixi away...
That soul in front of her eyes, inhabiting her body, is...
Pastor Keith pasted the cheek of "Guan Junliang" mercifully with the back of his finger, and his father gently stroked it twice: "Rest in peace, child, you will go to heaven, and I will bless and pray for you in hell. ."