The priest invited Jenkins to come in and talk, and the two talked while walking. He asked Jenkins to describe the treasures he saw again, and then came to a conclusion:
"The devil is back!"
"demon?"
Jenkins believed he was referring to more than just demons.
"Sorry, this is just what the townspeople said, referring to some kind of strange life form that appeared before. After I took over the church in Black Town, I found many appalling events in the church's database. It was experienced and recorded by the priests of the previous generation, but no matter what they do, these records cannot be passed on to the outside world. I think this is probably some kind of curse.
The incident you mentioned is consistent with the legends of the townspeople and the records in the materials. I think this should be the 'demon' that appeared 78 years ago. "
According to the records of the church, 78 years ago, an ordinary woodcutter in the town brought back a large amount of wealth when he returned from a trip, and became the richest person in the town. He had a better life, but he didn't leave the town. Instead, he continued to rescue and help the townspeople, and gradually gained the reputation of a good person.
In an accident, the priest of the town discovered the inhuman identity of the lucky woodcutter, and later found that at least one-third of the townspeople were no longer the original people. Strange creatures usurping people's identities lure the town's barns and set them all ablaze. "
"I'm afraid it's impossible to kill that strange thing with just a fire?"
Jenkins questioned.
"That's how the information is recorded, and I can't answer this question."
The priest said, and then called the other three benefactors in the church, and went out with Jenkins to see the treasures again. After the priest's magical treatment, Jenkins finally saw the hidden curse aura. After the truth was revealed, he even clearly saw the evil souls hidden in each gold coin that were ready to take people's bodies.
"How do you feel that in these stories, my eye of truth has failed many times? I couldn't see the vampire last time either."
He complained in his heart, and then followed the small team from the church to the homes of the three youths, captured them in their homes, and brought them to the square of the town and burned them to death under the watchful eyes of all the townspeople.
Although some resistance was encountered in this process, it did not produce too many waves. The glow of the stake in the square illuminated Jenkins' confused face, and the raging fire was burning, licking the unidentified creatures bound to the stake.
The townspeople cheered, and a slightly smug expression appeared on the priest's face. Everything looks normal, but Jenkins is still standing here, which in itself is not normal. Moreover, it was the first time he had heard that strange things could be burned to death.
"I knew it wouldn't be this easy."
The treasure of that cart was buried in the depths of the forest by the priest after being burned at the stake. Jenkins stayed in the church that night, bid farewell to the people in the church early the next morning, and claimed to continue his trip.
He didn't go far, but after changing his appearance in the forest, he re-entered the town. Although the consecutive appearance of two outsiders in the town was very noticeable, but because the image was too different from the previous one, there was no doubt that he was related to the demon hunter who left in the morning.
This time I lived in a hotel in a small town, and spent a day traveling around every corner of the town. This was done to confirm if there were any granters in town other than the clergy, but Jenkins actually found no grantees, but other usurping townspeople with black auras who didn't attend the plaza last night at the stake, so Jenkins hadn't been able to spot them yesterday.
This information was quickly told to the church by him through a secret channel, so what happened the night before happened again. When the stake was lit again under the night sky, and the townspeople began to cheer under the roiling heat wave, Jenkins, who was hiding in the crowd, thought of a terrifying possibility.
On the third day, no one entered the forest again, and the creatures with black aura did not appear again in the town. But at night, people still gather because some people report that their neighbors show some inhuman characteristics.
Of course, the priest of the church would not easily believe such remarks. He sent someone to guard the whistleblower and the whistleblower, and led the supernatural beings of the church to investigate the whistleblower's residence.
But as soon as the priest left, the townspeople rose up, and they crowded together, shouting to burn the evil creatures. Even though there is an extraordinary person staying in the church, he is not of a high level, and he is not willing to hurt these ordinary people. The innocent person who was reported while pushing disappeared into the crowd, and after ten minutes, he was taken to the stake in the town by the angry townspeople.
The priest rushed over immediately after hearing the news, and finally appeared beside the square before the fire was lit. He yelled for people to stop, but he couldn't stop someone from throwing the torch in his hand directly to the pile of firewood that had been poured with oil.
The torch swirled and flew in the air, and sparks splashed in all directions during the rotation. The bound people uttered terrified cries, and the cheers of the people reached their peak at this moment.
And at this moment, a hand stretched out from the side, precisely grasped the whirling torch, and then threw it back in the same way neatly, causing the onlookers to back away while screaming. The torch left alone fell on the ground and sputtered sparks in all directions.
Of course it was Jenkins who shot, this time was different from last time. The last time he watched the townspeople kill each other, it was because they were hopeless, but this time it was ordinary people who were burned, and he didn't think he should just stand by and watch.
"Outlanders, please don't meddle in our affairs. For your own good, get out of here now, you are not welcome in Black Town!"
The people on the stake were panting heavily, while the townspeople scolded the strangers in front of them loudly. Some advised Jenkins to leave immediately, while others cursed him directly with the most vicious words.
The priest struggled to push through the crowd, and finally came to the high platform where the stake was placed. Standing with Jenkins, he shouted loudly:
"What are you doing?"
His voice was quickly drowned out by people's dissatisfaction, and then more torches were thrown up. The clusters of flames were as gorgeous as fireworks, but in the eyes of the man on the stake, they were death. countdown.