"You are..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt the sharpness on his jaw pressing harder. "I said...I said."

"Shut up." Wang Yao's tone was cold. He didn't want to talk nonsense: "Did you bring back a little girl?"

"How do you know who you are?"

"You just need to answer me, yes or no." Wang Yao tried his best to control himself. For some reason, he wanted to poke the cultist's jaw with an iron pipe.

"Yes...but more than one little girl."

"Not one?" Wang Yao frowned. Could it be Sharon?

"Tell me everything you know, right away."

From this believer, just a few minutes ago, the last wave of churchgoers searching for supplies brought back a little girl. Before that, they also found a mother and daughter, a female policewoman, a strong white man.

Mother and daughter... are they Rose and Sharon? The plot has changed. Wang Yao thought to himself, it seems that his butterfly has interfered with too much plot.

The strong white man is Edward. He didn't expect that he was still alive and found a church.

"Have you done bad things?" Wang Yao said coldly, looking for reasons that could make him do it.

"I follow the teachings and have never done anything evil." The believer replied in a pious tone.

"Did you attend the ceremony of burning Alesa to death?"

"That demon..." The believer was about to answer, but suddenly pointed at Wang Yao and shouted: "You are with those infidels, you are the minions of that demon!"

The believer who realized it later finally realized something. But it was not his fault. Wang Yao's dress was covered in blood at this moment, and he was even more embarrassed than the locals like them.

"The answer is correct." Wang Yao quickly knocked him hard on the back of his neck.

"All you damn pagans should be on the stolen rack!" Unexpectedly, the hard-hitting church members did not faint, but instead shouted loudly.

Fortunately, the mask of the protective suit blocked the sound, and his companions could not hear his screams in the shop on the opposite street.

Wang Yao had a gloomy face, cut off his hand, and let out another cry of pain.

"Shut up, or you will be killed." Wang Yao ordered coldly and his hand knife kept slashing.

The pain continued to whimper, but it continued to weaken. Until the end there was no sound and collapsed on the ground.

The poor believer was hit by Wang Yao dozens of times on the back of the neck and was knocked unconscious.

"Huh..." Wang Yao wiped the sweat off his forehead. Thanks to his body recovering a little, otherwise he would have been tired long ago.

If you can't kill you, it's a relief to beat him. Wang Yao is making excuses for not being able to get confused. It's obvious that this is how he acts on TV, but he's dizzy when he's chopped.

Wang Yao panted and thought that he turned the believer over and freed him from the thick protective suit. The believer was nothing more than a middle-aged man with dirty bodies.

In this place where supplies are extremely scarce, there will naturally be no water for him to wash.

Dragging the believer to the corner, Wang Yao took several pieces of clothing from the hanger and covered him, hiding them under the clothes. Then he returned to the chemical protection suit and got in by himself.

A strong sour smell rushed into the nose, and Wang Yao suppressed the nausea and tied the zipper. Then he stood there and rested for a while.

Although Wang Yao can walk, his current strength is at best an ordinary person, and he may be even worse.

After applying a few handfuls of dust in the protective glasses, it was difficult to see the person in the mask clearly from outside. Then Wang Yao walked to the door.

He suddenly returned, pulled off a piece of clothing from the hanger and shook the dust off, picked up the mine lamp at the front desk, and then left.

The protective clothing is extremely breathable, and Wang Yao's weak state and the sour smell inside make him so stuffy that he almost breathless.

"Sorin, your vision is getting worse and worse." Another believer saw the clothes "Sorin" holding, and a sarcasm came from the thick protective suit.

"Cough." "Sorin" hummed a few times and dealt with it.

"Let's go back. The Bishop is going to judge those foreign pagans."

Wang Yao paused and stopped in place.

"Sorin?" The believer walked a few steps and saw that his companion did not follow him. He stopped in confusion and looked back at him. "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Wang Yao's voice pretended to be hoarse. Under the blurry mask was a chilling eyes.

Judgment...

Wang Yao touched the hunting rifle at the chest.

The people here... are all people who deserve sin!

He regretted why he didn't kill him.

Following the believers all the way, a few minutes later, they arrived at the destination of the trip.

church.

The outside of the church is a two-meter red brick wall with only one entrance. Within the high wall, on the side of the path leading to the church, there are densely packed with broken tombstones, with dead trees scattered, and the thick fog gives people a desolate and weird planting.

Continue forward, the small path extends upward, with a total of thirty-six steps. Above the steps are tall and dilapidated buildings surrounded by iron fences. Religious symbols stand at the top of the building.

Here is a refuge for all survivors trapped in Silent Hill.

ah--!!!

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, a miserable howl came from the building. Wang Yao paused and his eyes were stern.

"Sorin, the judgment has begun, we should..." The believer turned around and greeted his companions, but suddenly saw a black shadow rushing up.

"I am worthy of being a devout believer who was praised by the bishop." The believer looked at the clumsy figure who rushed up the steps quickly, and couldn't help but envy him.

For these believers, God is definitely more important than anyone else, including his loved ones.

The entire dim church was surrounded by hundreds of believers, all of whom were in their forties or fifties, wearing dirty and worn clothes. They cheered and leaped around the bonfire in the middle of the church. Above the bonfire was a figure tied to a wooden ladder. But the figure was completely invisible at this time. The whole person was like a piece of black carbon, and countless fats were burned into oil, making the flames even more vigorous. Only when the figure twitched slightly, could people know that she was still alive.

boom--

The figure burned into black charcoal caught fire and was swallowed by the flames. A black police badge fell into the bonfire and splashed sparks.

boom--

Faced with such a cruel scene, hundreds of believers burst into cheers, holding their hands high and praising their God.

boom--

The door was knocked open in an extremely violent manner, and a tall figure appeared outside the door.

The crow circled above the church and made a strange scream.

The alarm sounded.

...

Little Anna is 9 years old.

After she escaped from New Orleans at the age of 7, she never set foot there again. She wandered alone for two years, and during this period she encountered many things: obsceneness and desire, disdain, disgust and greed. Of course, there will be a rare kindness.

She gradually became less talkative and closed herself.

Family affection only exists in her memory. She has never heard the praises and praises of her elders, and her childhood is dark.

Until one day...

She obtained a coin.

But when she was wearing a ragged dress and went to the supermarket with the coin, the result was just the salesperson's ridicule: "Hey little guy, this is just a game coin, it can't buy anything, do you understand?"

Little Anna went out and headed straight to the game hall. She didn't want to waste anything.

She was selling outside the door, and no one would buy just one game coin, so no one would ask her any more except those who came with malicious intentions.

Little Anna finally got rid of the coin. She didn't sell it or throw it away, but went to play by herself.

Her luck in this life seemed to have appeared at this moment. With a coin, she opened a game, although she didn't understand it.

After passing the level, a row of letters jumped onto the screen.

【You did a great job】

This is the first time that Little Anna has been praised.
Chapter completed!