The thirteen witches stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
An ordinary-looking oriental man stood beside a wooden counter.
He had a sincere smile on his face and looked unpretentious.
but…
On his shoulder, a little black cat stood alone.
The radiance of the pyramid reflects His divine body.
The guardian's authority has obviously returned.
The witches swallowed.
They saw Mr. A sitting on the sofa again, like a good baby, not even daring to move.
At this moment, the leader of the Beast Sect is comparable to a child in a kindergarten.
He sat on the sofa with his head lowered, the Pharaoh's scepter placed aside, and the Sphinx's mask hanging deeply.
He didn't even dare to look up and look at the witches who had come to the door.
"What's going on?" one of the witches thought.
Obviously they remember it very clearly, they were separated from Mr. A for no more than ten minutes!
ten minutes!
The leader of the Beast Sect, the apostle of the evil god who could stop children crying at night in Qinlu and Kunlun Prefecture, became like this.
But soon, the witches knew why.
Under the moonlight as gentle as water, they felt it.
There are terrifying and evil whispers, singing in a low voice.
From their souls and from their bodies.
In this unspeakable whisper of terror, the party witches discovered in horror that the spiritual energy in their bodies was gone!
and…
They also lost all control of their bodies at the same time.
Although, I can still think, and even seem to be able to move freely.
but…
How to say...how to do...
They can't help it anymore!
They felt that at this moment, they were like puppets being manipulated and machines being controlled.
You must follow the lines to move, and you must also run according to the code.
otherwise…
As a result, they collectively became mute.
The partying witches finally know what fear is and what terror is!
Their bodies trembled involuntarily.
At this time, they heard the oriental man's voice: "Come in!"
These three simple words are full of majesty and seem to have power.
"It's okay, don't worry, everyone!" He smiled, which was particularly scary and penetrating!
He is obviously just a thin ordinary person, he obviously does not have any psychic energy fluctuations in his body, obviously...
But every word seems to contain infinite power.
Every syllable exudes terrifying and profound ripples.
The banquet witches obeyed his instructions tremblingly and helplessly.
They came in.
I walked into this seemingly ordinary bookstore.
It wasn't until they stepped inside that they knew the true appearance of this bookstore.
Under the floor, terrifying and powerful, indescribable monsters lurk.
On the ceiling, countless compound eyes peered through the gaps.
Tentacles appeared one after another from the shadows of the witches.
They gently entwine the shadows of the witches.
The witches finally knew why Mr. A was so well-behaved.
The light reflected Mr. A's figure.
The true shadow of the leader of the Beast Sect was reflected.
However, at this moment, the shadow of the leader of the Beast Sect was completely and completely kneeling on the floor with respect.
He is shaking!
He is trembling!
He is afraid!
He is repenting!
The witches looked forward in the direction of Mr. A's shadow.
Then, they are exactly the same as Mr. A.
The body is trembling in fear, and the soul is repenting in fear.
They wanted to kneel down but were not allowed to.
Therefore, he could only let his shadow, like Mr. A, crawl down and prostrate himself to the ground.
because…
In front, the figure of a pure black man has appeared.
A god as pure and pure as agate stone.
Nebulae are looming in his skin and body.
Infinite chaos covers Him.
but…
At this moment, the black god of feasting was kneeling on the ground.
He lowered his head in the direction of that ordinary Eastern man.
The partying witches finally knew that they had committed a crime that would never be forgiven even if they died ten thousand times!
They were once hostile to the people their gods served!
What a stupid and unforgivable sin!
…
Lingpingan looked at these ten women, all wearing black robes covering their bodies.
These poor people are so scared.
My body is shaking.
Apparently…
Lingpingan guessed...
Are they part of a circus or acrobatic troupe
He turned to look at the mute wearing a strange mask, and then looked at the things on these women.
What they were wearing were cheap-looking, low-quality crystals.
It's the kind of jewelry that costs a few dollars a piece on the street stalls.
He breathed a sigh of relief and sighed in his heart: "The Internet is a good thing for most people..."
"But for these small circuses that rely on traditional models, it is a disaster!"
In the past, when Lingpingan was a child, he could often see puppet shows, dramas, acrobatic performances and circuses at temple fairs.
But since the rise of the Internet.
These professions have suffered a devastating blow from dimensionality reduction!
The market they rely on for a living has been completely swallowed up by the Internet.
Except for a few people, they have successfully transformed and become Internet celebrities by taking advantage of the Internet.
For the rest, even making a living is quite difficult.
Especially a group like this…
Lingpingan imagined a regiment leader who was severely disabled but had a strong will, along with a dozen poor people who shared the same illness.
They traveled all over the country, trying to fill their stomachs with their own labor.
but…
As time goes by, fewer and fewer people are willing to invite them.
Finally, just like in the past, they walked to Jiangcheng City in an attempt to get a business, but found that this city, which was once eager for acrobatic performances, no longer had a place for them!
But the money he carried with him has been exhausted.
After selling off the last items, they were unable to raise travel expenses and even had no money to feed themselves.
With no other choice, the desperate group leader went out to beg alone.
The group members who discovered his disappearance went out to search for him in the middle of the night.
It’s so heartwarming!
certainly…
Lingpingan knew that maybe this was not the case.
However, no matter what the facts are, it is obvious that he alone cannot solve this matter.
So, he smiled and said to these women: "Don't be afraid..."
"I'll help you!"
So, he picked up the phone and dialed the number left by the police officer last time.
It didn't take long for the police officer to get through.
"Hello! Mr. Officer, I am Lingpingan..."
"Well... the bookstore owner who called the police last time..."
He turned back and looked at the women who were obviously scared and intimidated, and then looked at the man who lowered his head with a look of shame on his face and didn't dare to look up.
So, he asked the police officer on the other side of the phone: "That's it, I have something to trouble you about..."
"I have some poor people here..."
"I hope you can think of a way. Can you find an organization or contact a foundation to arrange it..."
"right… "
"Um… "
"Please come here as soon as possible!"
Lingpingan put down the phone, turned around, and looked at the people who seemed to be scared because they heard the word police officer.
He comforted: "Don't be afraid, everyone!"
"Please believe me!" He said sincerely with a smile: "I will help you..."
"I will help you regain your life!"
…
Mr. A raised his head and looked at the seemingly ordinary man with a sincere smile on his face.
He spoke slowly, his tone gentle and calm.
but…
Every word he said made Mr. A's soul and body tremble uncontrollably.
"Don't be afraid, everyone..."
You can choose not to be afraid, if you are brave enough!
"Please believe me..."
If you don’t believe it, go to hell!
"I will help you..."
Obey me, obey me, fear me! Ants!
"I will help you regain your life!"
Stupid ants! You must pay for your blasphemy and contempt!
If you fail to obey and obey my instructions 10,000%!
In front of Mr. A's eyes, there was darkness, silence, and depth.
Horrible whispers and crazy monsters surrounded him.
So he knew, if he could not obey and comply 10,000%.
Then he will inevitably drown in the craziest dream, be eaten by monsters again and again, and repeat the tragic and painful death again and again in the madness!
…
In the monitoring room.
Situ He was looking at the footage from the camera.
In the bookstore, Mr. A and the thirteen party witches were all sitting and standing like logs.
The bookstore owner, holding the phone, didn't know who he was talking to.
Of course, no one in black would dare to tap his phone.
Not just because doing so might anger Him.
Even more because no one can eavesdrop!
The last voice-recording incident had made them understand that it was okay to listen to the voice of the bookstore owner in person.
But, if anyone wants to record...
Just be ready to face Him!
At least be prepared to face an indescribable monster coming to your door!
so…
Situ He inevitably became curious.
“Who is He talking to?”
No one can answer Situ He's question.
However, Situ He's own cell phone rang after a moment.
He picked it up doubtfully, looked at the number displayed on the phone, and then connected: "Well..."
"What?" He stood up.
"Well..." He barely suppressed his inner excitement, put down his phone, and looked at Li Shouyi sitting beside him.
"Captain..." Situ He's voice trembled a little.
"The target called..." Situ He said, "He said that there are some poor people who want to be taken over by the Federal Empire..."
Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the picture captured by the camera.
The leader of the Beast Cult is codenamed A.
Thirteen Feasting Witches.
Are they the poor people He is talking about