Tris exhaled a breath of white mist, feeling that Pulmouth this year was colder than before.
"With such cold temperatures, I hope more people won't freeze to death this winter..."
Although the New Year is approaching, there is not much festive atmosphere in Xiacheng District.
When everyone is struggling for survival, festivals are a very distant thing.
"The only good news is that the price of bread has finally stopped rising..."
After walking out of the warm bakery, Tris couldn't help but curl up.
Of course she didn't know that the no longer rising prices were part of the recent compromise between the emperor and the church. She just felt the cold wind biting her bones.
Tris held a paper bag filled with bread and prepared to run home.
At some point, snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and there were very few pedestrians on the road.
Bang!
Snowflakes blurred her vision, causing her to bump shoulders lightly with a woman walking towards her.
The ordinary-looking woman was leaning on the wall next to her in pain, bending her back.
"Ma'am? Are you okay?"
Tris was frightened for a moment, fearing that she would knock the other party into something unexpected...
She looked at the fur coat on this lady and couldn't help but secretly marveled. Knowing that the coat was worth a lot, she almost shed tears of fear.
"I'm fine..."
Delise gasped in reply, trying hard to control her emotions so that her hair wouldn't get out of control and turn into a wriggling snake.
Since arriving in this city, she has been unable to restrain herself and wants to destroy everything crazily.
This is not only an order from the oracle, but also from the instinctive influence of the spirituality in her body!
And once she defies this will, she will gradually lose control!
For those great beings, it makes no difference to them whether it is an extraordinary person or a monster destroying Pulmouth!
After breathing for a few minutes, Delise straightened up, looked at Tris next to her who had a thin layer of snowflakes on her thin shoulders, and smiled: "I'm fine now, you are such a kind girl.
"
"Are you really okay?" Tris said in surprise.
"Really." Delise stood up straight, thought for a while, took out her wallet, and handed over a few banknotes: "Buy more coal, and remember to open the window. This winter... is not going to be easy."
"No, no, how can I accept your money?" Tris quickly refused, but found that the woman opposite was very strong, and she couldn't help but put the money into her hand, and then walked quickly into the snow.
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"This lady is really a good person. Why didn't God have mercy on her, but let her suffer from the disease?" Tris thought that Delise should suffer from some kind of chronic disease, but she quickly put these things aside.
At the back of the head.
Because in the lower city, there are many more miserable people.
She walked quickly back home, planning to buy some more coal so that she could at least stay warm at night.
At this moment, she saw the body collector carrying several corpses and walking out of another resident's house.
"It's Little Jack's family, what happened to them?"
Tris recognized a child who liked to play with her and quickly asked a familiar neighbor.
"Alas... Little Jack's father was unemployed. He went out to look for food alone, and was found frozen to death by the Dosom River... And last night, Little Jack's mother and sister, as well as him, were found dead at home.
Maybe I forgot to open the windows when I was burning coal for heating..."
The neighbor replied with a sigh.
Tris looked at this scene, but her cheeks seemed to have completely lost all color: "It is also possible... that she has completely lost hope in life and left this world?"
She looked up and looked at the falling snowflakes, feeling that this winter was even colder and biting.
…
"Coldness and death..."
In a dark alley, Delise leaned against the wall, held up the snowflakes in her palms, and murmured to herself: "This is the super-large ceremony of the God of the End, the Gift of the End. If it cannot be stopped, this will happen." More people will die in this city..."
The God of the End has another alias as ‘Lord of the Underworld’!
The year of death and silence that dominates November!
"Sure enough... this is a decisive battle between all secret societies and the empire!"
Delise didn't know whether she should be happy or regretful.
If the 'Unmelting Ice One' had not been sealed and imprisoned like the 'Corona of the Fallen'...
At this time, the sects of the God of Ice and the God of Ending will probably perform the ritual together, with a larger scope and more terrifying power!
怆愯瘽璇达纴鐩铓嶆湕畇簲恉涔︽涶濂界敤镄刟pp锛屽挭鍜阒呰hurt
"Haha... There is no mercy under the light... There may not be mercy in other hidden existences..."
"As far as the world is concerned, no matter which Si Sui wins the final victory, it is just suffering..."
When death and loss of control were imminent, Delise finally got rid of the fanaticism of faith and the interference from spirituality, and began to think rationally.
"Mysterious and supernatural...is disaster!"
Delise's hair squirmed crazily, thickened and hung down, and the end split into a ferocious mouth, filled with sharp fangs.
She smiled bitterly, thinking of that kind girl, and instinctively ran in the opposite direction to the other person's departure, wanting to run farther away.
At this moment, the void in front of him squirmed, and an invisible door opened.
Usain, wearing a black leather coat and black gloves, stepped out, followed by a large number of "colonizers"!
"Finally caught you."
He showed an indifferent expression on his face and waved his hand: "Action!"
As the senior director of the Suppression Bureau, this is Usain's job. He doesn't know yet, but the emperor to whom he is loyal is actually a collaborator of these lunatics! He is working hard to complete the task.
"Oh……"
Delis sneered, completely giving up her insistence on reason, and allowed herself to be overwhelmed by madness.
A terrifying battle is about to break out!
…
"Praise the sun!"
Inquisitor Wakefield threw a spell, burning a pool of squirming flesh and blood on the ground to ashes.
After completing the mission, he did not return to the church, but asked his men to go back first, while he came to the Green George area, near Remington's home.
As a judge's intuition, he still couldn't let go of the case in his heart.
The reply from the Police Headquarters also arrived, which contained detailed information about Pala, including information that the other party was suspected of mastering invisible spells.
But this is of no use. Instead, it increases the suspicion that the other party is a spy developed by the emperor or the Bureau of Investigation!
"What on earth do you want to do? The temporary residence period is about to expire."
Routine daily surveillance makes Wakefield increasingly confused about what Aaron wants to do.
The other party goes shopping leisurely every day, dines in high-end restaurants, visits exhibition halls, and goes to clubs for high-end enjoyment... There is nothing suspicious!
'But this is the most suspicious thing! Nowadays, Pulmouth is almost under full martial law, and you still insist on going out every day. What is the reason? Contact?'
Wakefield was muttering to himself, and suddenly saw Parra walking out of the room and getting into a taxi.
"Queen's Quarter, Twin Clock Towers!"
Aaron leaned on the soft carriage seat and gave a casual instruction.