Mark was stunned. He had a clear guess: Mini was probably a beautiful girl who loved dancing during her lifetime. For some unknown reason, she turned into such a powerful and lethal doll. It can only be said that [abnormality] is harmful to people.
ah.
If it had been anyone else, there would probably be no chance.
The world's technological level is far from being able to make robots.
Mark comes from China in the 21st century. Not only is the robot industry booming, but silicone dolls have even reached the point where they look fake and real.
He has a best friend who looks a little sorry. He was always teased by others when he was a child, and he was not popular with girls. As an adult, he got angry and fell into the arms of the second dimension. On his bed, there were Tifa and Aerith of the same height.
Doll.
These two realistic dolls ordered from the island country cost him 400,000 yuan. This incident made his old man almost have a cerebral hemorrhage. He smashed the doll's head with a stick on the spot and forced the guy to sign a sign saying, "No more dolls are allowed."
Otherwise, the alliance under the city will sever the right to inherit the family property.
Afterwards, the best friend made a sad face and asked Mark to help repair it without letting his family know about it. As a result, Mark learned the general method of making silicone dolls.
Mini made this small request, and Mark readily agreed.
That night, Mark, who had been acting all night, had a rare sleep.
He didn't know that a series of major events had happened in the outside world tonight, and he had already exploded.
The reaction of the Church of the Night was as expected by Mark. He had already made up his mind to pretend to be stupid. If that didn't work, then...
Ahem!
Ambushing a cultist and killing a captain of the night watchman inexplicably was something that could not be concealed.
Mark and the three ladies left at the front of the salon, and a large group of night watchmen from the Church of the Night ignored the will of the master Dorothy and stood guard outside the storytelling hall.
In a huge hall, there were only three punishers standing in front of the big cabinet.
One of them used a blessed weapon to pick out the shrunken corpse huddled in the cabinet, and sneered: "What an irony. An outstanding captain who was about to be promoted to the Punisher failed to assassinate an ordinary person with [Jealousy], and was killed instead."
To scum."
Another punisher glanced at him: "When did Mark Destiny become an ordinary person? Only an idiot like Gallian who knows nothing about the inside story dares to attack the real 'Destiny' casually. We will follow the truth
Just write the report and hand it in."
The third punisher felt the same way: "Who knows what kind of protection that master left for his heir. However, if we don't read the secret order, we can't know that he is the direct bloodline of that master!"
The other two Punishers nodded in agreement.
If there are no additional incidents, this incident will most likely be rotten in the stomach. If you are unlucky, you may even have to undergo a mysterious ritual like an ordinary night watchman to erase this memory.
This is the end of the story for the Church of the Night.
The Church of [Jealousy] hidden in the city has just become lively.
Different from ordinary people's understanding of cults, they think that these sewer rats should stay in some sewers where ordinary people can't find them, and create altars filled with evil spirits.
The St. Leighton General Assembly of the dignified [Jealous] Church is impressively located in a manor covering an area of 30,000 square meters in the aristocratic district.
At two o'clock in the morning, a noisy dance had just ended here, and the invited nobles were leaving this magnificent manor, which they envied endlessly, in carriages decorated with the glorious emblems of various families.
In the 30-square-meter dressing room, under the service of three servants, the gray-haired Earl Daoan had just finished changing. His pure gold-trimmed dress sewn by a well-known master tailor was discarded casually.
On the ground.
Without his instructions, the servants picked up the dress, which had only been worn once, and took it out to be destroyed.
After all the servants left, two servants walked out of a secret door in the dressing room and held out a set of black sacrificial robes with gold trim on a crystal tray.
After putting it on, the expression on the earl's face changed instantly. It was no longer the typical aristocratic, majestic and rigid face, but unabashedly... cold and ruthless.
After passing through the secret door, there are braziers lit every 5 meters on both sides of the sealed corridor.
The black smoke from the brazier rose up, blackening the oil paintings hanging on both sides of the aisle.
Ironically, the themes of these oil paintings are the same. They depict how the Wright royal family and the famous dukes relied on the discovery of the New World to obtain wealth and glory when the country was founded.
The swaying flames on the brazier even scorched the lower frame of the oil painting. It was purely because the oil painting had undergone special fireproof treatment that it was not burned. However, the charred lower edge of the oil painting, coupled with the lingering firelight, made the protagonists in these oil paintings
It was as if I had been in a scorching purgatory.
After Count Daoan entered the aisle, he glanced at a shivering priest next to him.
"What's wrong?"
"I...there was something wrong with my plan."
"What's wrong?" Count Daoan's thin lips instantly turned down, revealing his bloody gums, and his voice suddenly became sharp: "A level 7 night watchman can't make an ordinary person [jealous] succeed? Is this yours?
Incompetent, or am I blind? I shouldn’t value you, a loser!?”
"No, no, no, of course I am incompetent." The priest was shaking his head like chaff.
"Hmph! Your failure will also be recorded in my record. Tell me what happened to that Gallian."
Five minutes later, sitting beside the altar deep underground in the Earl's Mansion, sitting on a throne made of pure gold, Earl Daoan closed the report.
The nails on his right index finger suddenly grew longer and became like eagle claws. The sharp nails easily scratched deep marks on the report.
The sound of tearing paper into pieces made the prostrate priests and believers around them tremble.
He scratched the report without rhythm, as if saying to himself: "Destiny! If that kid is really the direct descendant of that old ghost, direct curse killing will undoubtedly have backlash, and it will be easier to be discovered.
Then bring him bad luck."
As soon as Earl Daoan raised his hand, the priest below immediately retreated to prepare various curse props.
An hour later, 12 tied and dying men were pressed next to the dark altar. The only thing they had in common was that they were wearing the pastoral robes of the Church of Light.
In the center of the altar is an inverted triangular gold creation.
If you look closely, you will find that this is actually an [Eye of Light] turned upside down.
It's just that this holy object has long lost its sacred brilliance. After a special desecration ceremony, the [Eye of Light] was not only covered with a thick patina, but also covered with a layer of black and reddish mud-like stuff.
The eyeball relief on the head of the sacred object was inserted into a special groove.
The forbidden evil ritual begins...
Half an hour later, Count Daoan took the wet towel handed over by his subordinates, wiped the blood on his hands, and said to the frightened subordinate:
"The field of [destiny] has never been a field that the Church of Light can interfere with. What about Destiny? That old guy wants to protect his descendants to the death, but I want to see how he protects it."
"What will happen to Mark Destiny?"
"Hahaha! God knows how bad luck will deal with him. Maybe he choked on the toothpaste while brushing his teeth, maybe he fell into the toilet and drowned, or maybe his beautiful face fell on the iron and was disfigured and died."
Several priests nearby shivered and thought to themselves: This is too scary.
Earl Daoan looked crazy, his bulging eyeballs were covered with ferocious bloodshot eyes, and he waved his hands wildly: "I am [jealous] of his good luck. Why did I secretly accumulate strength for 40 years to become the Earl's family?"
The legitimate son only inherited the title at the age of 58, but the little boy was lucky enough to be born into the Destiny family? And he is so handsome? I am jealous of him! I am jealous of him - "
The furious roars echoed in the evil passage.
As they walked, the group of them arrived at the dressing room at the exit of the secret meeting place.
The unlucky priest smiled: "Master, when will the curse of bad luck take effect?"
"It's hard to say. In theory, it will happen at any moment after the ritual is successful. But the first time it is activated, it will not take more than three days. The further it goes, the worse the bad luck will be. With the strength gap between me and that little brat, there is no such thing in the world.
Someone can save him."
"Master is so awesome." The unlucky priest kept patting the rainbow fart.
Sitting on a low stool, Count Daoan asked his servants to change his shoes.
At this moment, a few lines of words in Leyte language that were burning with golden flames suddenly appeared in the center of his vision.
This abnormality caused Count Daoan to stop his heart and lungs with fear on the spot.
[The loser has no right to usurp the fate of the winner]
【You broke my rules】
【You must accept...】
【punish】
When the golden words appeared, Count Daoan was horrified to find that none of his subordinates noticed the existence of the flaming words.
None of the passive protective spells on his sacrificial robes were activated.
This can only mean one thing - the other party's mysterious level is so high that it completely exceeds the limits of his insight and imagination.
"No! Wait! Great existence, I can explain. No, I can atone, I..."
The priests and servants next to Daoan were stunned. They didn't know what was happening, and they couldn't imagine what existence could threaten the life of the high-ranking priest Daoan.
Dao An is the top strong man in the [Jealousy] church who is expected to challenge the throne of the high priest!
Before they could react, in front of Dao An, the small shoe cabinet, which was only as high as his knees and could only hold eight pairs of shoes at most, suddenly made an unusual noise.
The shoes stored in this small shoe cabinet are Doan's favorite shoes. They are different from the ordinary shoes in the big shoe cabinet that are only worn once and then thrown away.
Daoan didn't say anything, and no one dared to touch the small shoe cabinet.
At this moment, the small shoe cabinet suddenly opened, and the small shoe cabinet door, which was difficult for an adult to squeeze in, suddenly turned into a terrifying mouth that preyed on people.
All the leather shoes inside seem to have returned to their original appearance.
The Nastian crocodile, the Basalet lion, the Arindaur agang orangutan...
At this moment, in the eyes of all the believers present, the claws and sharp mouths of multiple ferocious beasts protruded from the small shoe cabinet.
Amidst the horrifying roars that were like phantom sounds, they tore and pulled, using the most ferocious attacks to bite Count Dao'an's vital points.
"Save me! Save me -" All the protective props and strange protective magic on the count lost their due effect in the face of the sudden attack. He screamed and cried like an ordinary person in a sudden disaster.
Howling, asking for help from those around him.
save?
How to save?
The terrifying power that erupted from the small shoe cabinet shocked all the believers in place.
They watched in despair and horror as their master was dragged inch by inch into the small shoe cabinet.
In order to refuse to be pulled in, Count Daoan even dug deep blood marks on the ground with his ten fingers.
All resistance is in vain.
When the high-ranking priest's curse of doom comes back, its power is so unreasonable.
They could only watch as such a noble priest, such a big man, was pulled into the shoe cabinet.
"Ahhhhh——"
The shoe cabinet was closed, and goblets of blood spurted out from inside like a water pipe.
The last words of the high priest Daoan were:
"Idiot! If you don't save me, you won't be able to survive."
A terrible heart palpitation attacked every [Jealousy] believer present.
The next moment, indescribable severe cramping pain came from their chests.
They all let out screams.
With a burst of twitching, their bodies became much more stable and began to calm down.
