Top floor.

The black-robed attendants came up the stairs carrying a stretcher.

There was a nervous-looking man sitting on the stretcher. He seemed to have a lot to say, but the atmosphere around him was so depressing that he didn't know who to ask.

And when he reached the top floor, he finally saw the "altar" that had been shrouded in mystery since he joined the religion.

On the ground of the rooftop, a huge six-pointed star is drawn with dark ink, and in the center of the hexagram is a wide-open eye. This eye is extremely agile, as if it will blink in the next second, focusing its sight on on him.

There was a group of people surrounding the six-pointed star. They were also wearing black robes and were chanting something with black leather notebooks in their hands.

“The Spirit said in the palace, Go and pour out the seven vials of God’s wrath on the earth.”

"Then the first messenger went and poured his bowl on the ground, and evil and poisonous sores appeared on his body, covering the earth with the smoke of death and silence."

"The second angel poured out his bowl on the sun, asking the sun to give him fire, and there would be fire to roast people who had the mark of the beast and who worshiped the image of the beast."

"The third angel of God poured out his bowl on the seat of the beast, and there was darkness in the kingdom of the beast, and people bit out their tongues because of the pain."

"..."

"boom--"

There was a heavy sound in the fog, and the uneasiness about the unknown intensified the fear in the man's heart.

Seeing the attendants carrying a stretcher approaching, the men in black robes also stopped chanting and dispersed, revealing what they were covering.

"What?"

In just a moment, a exclamation came out of his mouth, but his mouth was immediately covered by his own hand.

Surrounded among those people were the legendary angels.

It looked like a puddle of flesh-colored mire. The eyes, nose, ears and other organs were arranged on the mire. It could be vaguely seen that they were all in the correct position, but the distance was a bit wide.

At this time, the angel's eyes were squinting lazily, and the people in black robes around her were all respectfully serving her.

"Give me the sacrifice." One of the angel's eyes opened, and a lazy voice came from her body.

"Yes." The black-robed attendants carried the stretcher and placed the man on the stretcher in the center of the six-pointed star, above the eyes.

"Sacrifice? What sacrifice? Didn't you bring me to see the envoy of God? I paid so much money and materials..." The man sat in the center of the six-pointed star. He gradually felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere and quickly wanted to stand up. .

The black-robed attendants on the side rushed over and fixed him to the ground with handcuffs and leg irons.

"Have you not seen the envoy of God now?" One of the black-robed attendants sneered, "And you will soon be able to see the 'spirit', and she will wash away all your sins."

"May the spirit be in peace." Another attendant prayed with her hands folded on her chest, with a crazy smile on her face, "She is already forgiving the world by sending down divine punishment. Now you can even see the envoy of God, What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Spirit?" A panicked expression appeared on the man's face. He froze in place for a while, and the expression on his face gradually became distorted.

The cruel reality destroyed all his hopes. He knew that he could not escape from here, so he simply began to curse: "Is it the disaster caused by your damn spirit? What qualifications does she have to judge human beings? She is not a god at all.

She is a devil and will go back to hell sooner or later."

The men in black robes ignored his shouts and just gathered around him step by step, performing some necessary mysterious rituals around him.

A man in black robe blocked the man's mouth with a cloth, then brought a basin of blood and poured it on the man's body from head to toe. The blood gradually soaked into the six-pointed star. The people in black robes around him lowered their heads and continued to chant, but this time they

What he said didn't sound like Chinese anymore, and the syllables were extremely weird.

"Have you found any other divine messengers?" the fleshy divine messenger asked in a low voice.

A man in black robes beside her bowed and said, "Two of them have been found. We are in the process of getting in touch with the church members in the shelter, and their whereabouts will be known soon."

"Yes." The expression of the divine messenger fluctuated, and she seemed to be nodding. She murmured something, "When we gain the authority, we can summon the 'spirit' into this world and achieve the origin of the ghost story."

"The root..." The man in black robe was startled. This was a term he had never heard before.

"Huh?" The messenger moved his eyes so that he could look directly at the man in black robes beside him.

Then a small piece of fleshy mud shot out from her body, stuck to the black-robed man's body, and pulled him into the lump of fleshy mud.

The man in black robe was wrapped in mud, and a trace of panic flashed on the man's face, but he immediately restrained himself, his face returned to calm, and he closed his eyes.

The man in black robe sank slowly in the mud. He did not have any resentment. Instead, he bowed at the last moment of his life and whispered in his mouth: "Thank God for purifying my body..."

The black-robed waiters in the distance also saw this scene, but they all turned a blind eye. One of the black-robed waiters walked out of the team and consciously walked to the side of the angel to replace the person who had just been eaten.

The envoy slowly moved to the cart next to him and continued lazily: "Take me there, I'm not full yet."

"Yes." The black-robed waiter nodded slightly, and then pushed the divine envoy to the center of the six-pointed star, hoping to let the divine envoy devour the man.

And suddenly, two huge eyes slowly emerged from the mist, staring directly at the believers and divine envoys on the rooftop.

The huge head swayed down with a large shadow, covering the hearts of everyone on the rooftop.

The head alone is two meters long, and there is an extremely weird and stiff smile on the head, which is completely unlike an expression that a living person can make.

Even though these men in black robes had been accompanied by strange things for a long time, their hearts still skipped a beat at this moment, and they stepped back again and again, looking at that big face in fear.

The man in the middle of the six-pointed star had tears in his eyes and runny nose. He didn't know what happened today to make things turn into what they are now.

"Are you the envoy of God?" The head looked at the meat paste on the rooftop from head to toe, and raised his eyebrows.

"What kind of monster are you?" Roumu didn't feel the unique aura of the fog monster from this huge head. The origin of this monster was completely incomprehensible to her, so when she spoke, she felt a bit fierce and angry.

"I? I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname. That's the case with Tiga." The head replied. There was a mist swirling around in the conversation, and the situation was changing, and he actually looked like a monster.

Naturally, this monster was Li Huachao. When he just passed by, he noticed the sound of chanting on the rooftop, which reminded him of the goddess in the warehouse before leaving, so he quietly crouched down to peek and listen.

This really allowed him to discover some big secrets.

The Goddess is indeed well organized and planned, and this church seems to have an unusual connection with the seven deadly sins of monsters.

The most obvious thing is the "god envoy" they enshrine. The meat on the ground is probably laziness, one of the seven deadly sins.

As for the words chanted by the men in black robes before, he also heard them.

The Seven Bowls of the Spirit.

The first is black smoke, the second is flame, and the third is darkness.

Isn’t this an allusion to the seven authorities of the seven deadly sins?

The black smoke of rage, the flames of lust, and the slit eyes of jealousy.

All of this was recorded in that notebook, and this was not what surprised Li Huachao the most.

"Spirit" seems to be the boss of the Divine Envoy. She wants to collect all the monsters of the seven deadly sins, and then they can become the root ghosts.

The root of the mystery.

These four words were the most unexpected for Li Huachao.

This proves that this "spirit" is indeed a person, and that she is aware of the existence of the world of ghost stories, just like the "her" source of ghost stories that Yu Liang included in the first copy.

Without even thinking deeply, Li Huachao understood that their spirits were mirror spirits.

And it must be a mirror spirit.

Combined with some things he discovered before, Li Huachao began to suspect that the fog in this town was actually arranged by the mirror spirit. She might be conducting a living sacrifice ceremony and using the entire town to achieve herself and make her

Become the source of strange stories.

But what makes Li Huachao curious is that the source of the fog is Yin Qi, and the Yin Qi comes from the three members of the family in that wall...

In other words, the root of everything is still that girl?

So how did the girl do all this?

Li Huachao couldn't understand these questions, so he could only throw them back to Yu Liang. What he could do was to collect as much information as possible so that Yu Liang could analyze something from it.

Of course, the most important thing is to escape from this mirror world. If the mirror spirit can come to the mirror world, it might not be a bad thing.

At least he can attack the mirror spirit, and if he kills the mirror spirit, he can successfully leave the dungeon.

Well, what should I do if I can’t kill you?

Then there is only one chance to do it again.

Now, Li Huachao estimated that he had about one minute left to transform, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense to these people.

Taking advantage of the disaster, they performed a living sacrifice ceremony here and used the survivors to feed the monsters. After figuring out what these black-robed men were, Li Huachao also bent down and picked up a telephone pole on the ground, just like whack-a-mole.

Knocking these men in black robes to death one by one, blood splattered everywhere on the rooftop and screams continued.

Soon, only the lazy one and the previous sacrifices were left here. Li Huachao first collected the black notebooks scattered by the men in black robes, then opened the lid of the water tank on the rooftop and poured water on the man in the six-pointed star.

Go up and wash away the blood on his body and the ground at the same time.

Finally, he gently pinched off the handcuffs on his hands. After finishing all this, Li Huachao turned his attention to the meaty laziness beside him, directly picked it up and threw it from the air to the ground.

"Snapped--"

The minced meat fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the entire monster collapsed on the ground in a pancake shape, but it quickly recovered.

At this moment, Li Huachao realized that he could not kill this piece of flesh by relying solely on violent means.

This thing has no bones or organs at all, and it has no fatal weakness. You may need to use gasoline or something to completely burn it to death.

One minute was still too tight, and the most he could do was try to inspire the authority of the pulp.

Kill this piece of meat...
To be continued...