In a dark room.

The five-pointed star array made of blood reflects an evil light, and something evil is slowly spreading and growing inside.

Four hooded figures are in the room.

The red candlelight only illuminated the shadows of their masks.

There is a damp smell in the air.

"How many days until we are free?" one of them said.

"Vomit." The one next to me made a vomiting motion. It was dragging a body...or half a corpse. The bloody thing pulled out a red mark on the ground. The dark red color made people feel uneasy.

The rest of the masked people felt uneasy.

"To be honest." A female voice said, "This is no better than cannibalism, no better than cannibalism..."

"Then you want to eat people?" said a mature man's voice as firm as steel.

His serious tone makes you feel that even if he tells a joke, it doesn't feel like a joke, and even if he makes a joke, it doesn't feel like a joke.

"No, no..." The woman waved her hands worriedly.

"A certain degree of indulgence will be conducive to greater moderation."

The mature man said in a hypnotic tone: "This world is too big and too unknowable. We haven't even seen the core cabin of Utopia, so we can't wait to board the black island to touch everything in the world. Look at the sea,

The sky, both above and inside, is full of weird things waiting for us. We must move forward rationally and gain stronger strength. Sacrifice is just a crime we have to bear."

The person making the vomiting gesture straightened up.

Under the mask, the woman's trembling lips no longer trembled as she completed this kind of murder called "torture" for the first time.

Young people who ask when they will be free think that they are so cool.

Corpse?

The corpse showed no reaction. His empty eyes seemed to be looking at the mature man's exposed hand, looking at the gold wedding ring that originally belonged to the corpse.

If it is a necessary crime.

Why take other people's property?

The corpse doesn't know and won't ask.

Fortunately, someone else would ask for him.

On the ceiling, darkness slowly spread. It was like it was raining outside, and there was some water leaking from the ceiling. It was a small patch, to the extent that no one would care. Four people who had performed evil rituals,

They shared a discussion about a secret book called "The Monk of Suffering". They even looked like humans, looking through the book and boasting about the knowledge and power they had learned from it.

Tick ​​tock.

First, a drop of water fell down and landed on the head of the woman inside.

She was thinking about academics, sighed in annoyance, and looked at the ceiling a little hysterically:

"Why is it leaking?"

"Maybe it's raining." The young man is addicted to the pleasure of learning hidden knowledge. This feeling that he can clearly feel that he is 'getting stronger' as he understands more fields is really fascinating.

Another young man frowned, secretly opened the curtains, and looked at the outside world. The dark tomb-like hill and the sheepfold came into view. The night was thick, but the light of March seemed like a subtle illumination.

Not here. He murmured: "It's not raining..."

The mature man's face under the mask showed a thoughtful expression, and the next moment, he seemed to have remembered something.

"Be alert, light the oil lamp..."

The words were not spoken yet.

A sudden dark wind appeared strangely in the room, on the second floor of the shepherd's hut with no doors or windows opened. The curtains seemed to be being pulled wildly by an invisible ghost.

call!

The wind is blowing!

The candles, the oil lamps that did not close the window guards, went out in an instant.

Intense fear trapped the four people's necks, preventing them from screaming.

In the darkness, the darkness on the ceiling quickly grew larger.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock tick.

swish swish...

Dense raindrops dripped from the ceiling and onto the ground. The water flowed on the ground like some kind of living jelly, slowly wrapping around the soles of their feet.

The cold mist began to block their physical energy.

They dare not move.

Only the mature man's trembling hand reached into his pocket, took out a revolver, looked a little embarrassed in the rain curtain indoors, opened the safety, stirred the steam bolt next to it, and fired the gun of the revolver.

The chamber increases pressure so that it can be used on rainy days.

Click click click…

This is the only sound among the rain.

Then.

Scream!

A figure wearing a yellow raincoat suddenly appeared at the door. Under the hood of the yellow raincoat was a pair of red beast eyes.

"..."

"Die, monster!"

"Ahhh!"

Bang! Bang bang!

"..."

The dark world behind the curtains only emitted two brief flashes of light and two dull sounds.

"..."

The rain greedily absorbed the red blood.

The four corpses fell down. Their crimes were no longer important. Their bodies and powers were contaminated by strange stories. The weirdo in the yellow raincoat held a short-handled tool hammer in his overly long sleeves, with a dark silver color on it.

stained by the brown color of blood.

Its job is done.

The rain slowly stopped as if it knew about this. The weirdo in the yellow raincoat looked around, and suddenly... as if he saw something, he slowly walked towards a desk with a hammer.

His sleeves gently touched the delicious roast beef sausage wrapped in oil paper on the table.

Squeak!

The door opens and the lights come on.

Under the light at the door, the true identity of the strange man in yellow is revealed. He is a chubby cat that looks like a chinchilla!

Wearing a yellow raincoat.

The chubby cat has long whiskers on its face.

The pretty young man at the door stretched out his left hand and scolded:

"Unsummon!"

"Meow!"

The fat cat in the yellow raincoat reluctantly tried to stretch out its claws to grab the beef sausage, but it disappeared into the air and only made a very unwilling sound of 'meowing'.

Boom.

The dark silver tool hammer used as the summoning material for [Rainy Night Butcher Phantom] fell to the ground, causing a splash of water...

"..."

"call."

Gwen took a long breath and shook her head.

"How's the power of the spell?" Behind him, the curse blade poked out from above his head and glanced at the room.

"It seems quite powerful. Kill four in one dozen." Behind her, Huita's head stretched out from above her head and looked into the room.

Gwen turned around, but her face almost hit the mountains of Curse Blade.

He reflexively took a step back and splashed into the water.

These two guys... Gwen pointed to the room: "Search."

"Destined." The guy from Curse Blade responded angrily, picked up an oil lamp and got into the room.
To be continued...