Seeing that her prey was about to run away, the maid took a step forward.
Under reflex, the police opened fire quickly. The maid's clothes were shot with holes, but no blood flowed out of her body. The bullets hit the maid, which only caused her to stagger and tremble. When the police finished firing a magazine, the maid responded with a weird expression.
posture to move forward.
They didn't know how the two of them could run so fast while driving a 200-pound fat man. Now they were on the third floor. They met several police officers along the way, and they heard the voices of reasoning and gunshots.
Rushing this way.
There was loud gunfire from above. They knew that the police's gunmen could not stop these dead killers, so they did not dare to waste a second and gritted their teeth. When they reached the first floor, Silla's hand softened and let go of Yaerlin. This time it was very difficult.
Suddenly, Dorian was knocked down by the falling Yaerlin Zhijie and fell on him. Fortunately, there were many people around the fat man, so no one was injured.
"Fat man, can you walk by yourself? You are too heavy."
Ya'erlin was a little embarrassed. Although his legs were still a little unruly, he forced himself to leave with them.
The people who returned to the car were all in shock. How did the killer find them? The only survivor was also dead, and the clues were broken. Arlin asked with some frustration: "What should we do next? The clues are broken."
"No, this is the last clue." Silla took out a bloody business card.
"No. 312 Noble Street, Gyawali, who is this? Where did the business card come from?"
The trumpet "Fan" was not involved, but it did not prevent the trumpet "Bird" from watching the show. Marquis Joseph in black appeared beside him, and there was no point in pretending anymore. "Bird" became Fan's
Look.
Those killers should have been summoned by some kind of power. Liang Zhen asked with some confusion: "It doesn't look like the style of Lord Marquis! Aren't you waiting for the fruit to mature on its own?"
"I'm heartbroken for your doubts. In fact, everyone is a seed, but I gave it a little special fertilizer. I don't know what it will grow into, but this is the most fascinating thing.
No. Hehe..."
In the past, it was said that a seed of suspicion, greed, justice, and bloody nature was planted in the heart of a person. This was the first time he heard that people were treated as seeds and the devil gave fertilizer. It was very novel and interesting.
"It's so thorough! It's a very novel argument. It turns out that every great devil is a perverted artist."
"Perverted artist? Why are you suddenly a little excited? Killing, blood, and fear are all inferior. You are lucky. I happen to have a fruit that is about to mature. Let you see my art."
For a moment, Liang Zhen had some expectations for the so-called art mentioned by this devil.
No. 312 Noble Street, it was past twelve o'clock when the three of them found the place. One was responsible for knocking on the door, and the remaining two looked around warily. They were really scared, afraid that the killers would jump out at any time.
Attack them.
After knocking for a long time, the lights in the room turned on, and an impatient voice came: "Who is it?"
Sheila shouted toward the inside: "We are looking for Jawali to help. Hannah asked us to come."
There was silence behind the door for a while. Just when there was another knock on the door, the door suddenly opened: "Hannah asked you to come? What about her? Who are you?"
The quick-talking Yaerlin turned around and said: "Hannah is dead, killed by those killers!"
The man leaned out to observe the surroundings vigilantly, and found nothing unusual, so he said nervously: "Quick! Come in quickly! Watch your step!" qo
As a reminder, everyone discovered that there was a road made of tiny crystals at the door. After stepping into the door, they saw the man quickly closing the door and locking several doors. He found a cross and hung it on the door, and then took out a small can to check whether the door was damaged.
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Arlin asked curiously: "What is that?"
"Salt."
"Can salt exorcise demons?"
"There are some effects that can block out all the smells in the room. In case those demons smell your scent and chase me here, they will harm me. What are you doing here?"
Silla found the bloody business card from her body and handed it over: "Hannah had this business card when she died. I think she must have wanted to tell me something, so I was running away.
I took it over at the time. Do you know Jawali?"
The homeowner didn't answer, but just asked: "Who is chasing you?"
"Bloody Maid, Ice Hockey Mask Man, Demonic Nun, Twin Blood Demons, Wilderness Demon." Arlin said, these are some of the prototype killers he thought of based on the images of killers Sheila and the others encountered.
Taking a breath of cold air, he widened his eyes and asked: "What on earth did you do? You actually asked the other party to directly resurrect six demons to hunt you! The times I know, there are only three at most."
"I don't know what you mean. What can we do as high school students?" Dorian said with some lack of confidence, and then changed the subject to the name on the business card, "Do you know this Jawali?"
"I am Jawali. What happened to you is due to a curse. Only by knowing what you have done can I find the person who cast the spell behind the scenes and break your curse." He said seriously.
"Half-heartedness, such half-heartedness on the supernatural side can kill people!" Liang Zhen, who had been watching the live broadcast, couldn't help but shake his head and sighed inwardly.
He followed Marquis Joseph to a building that looked historic. A middle-aged man was praying devoutly in front of the cross of the Lord in a secret room. There were several portraits hanging on the walls on both sides.
From the white curly aristocratic French style in the past to the modern clothing, he should be the ancestor of the man. Liang Zhen guessed that this was a nobleman with a long family history. Judging from the exquisiteness of his home, it did not look like it was dilapidated.
He should live a prosperous life and probably have a certain social status.
There was a notebook in front of the man f. It looked very old, at least several decades old. The man who read it once murmured to himself in disappointment: "Failed again? Why? My ancestors were obviously successful, why would I?"
Failure? There’s no time, I can’t fail!”
Looking at the man who was a little bit demonic, the demon came to him and circled around him several times, and even touched the man's head with dirty black nails. But the middle-aged man didn't notice all this at all, as if in his eyes
They don't exist at all.
"Hey hey hey, how about that prayer?" There was a bit of pride in his tone.
"It seems like a prayer to a god, but it is actually directed at a specific demon, such as Lord Joseph, the Marquis."
"Haha, do you think I should respond to him?"
Liang Zhen went over and took a few casual glances and said, "Is the noble Marquis something that a mere mortal can see? Piety is the basic condition, and more importantly, respect for you. Everything must be done
It’s not a good habit to get something for nothing after paying the price.”
"Do you know? You are the most distinguished audience in these hundreds of years, and you are the only one who understands the essence of this play." While he showed a pleased expression, he waved his hand, and the man started eagerly again.
After praying, the god's cross suddenly cracked open, and a piece of parchment fell out. "Since you are pious, you should know the price to pay to realize your wish."
Eyes narrowed, he was about to say, isn't this controlled by yourself? After feeling it carefully, it was just a barrier. When the emotions and energy fluctuations reached a certain level, the sheepskin contract would appear, but Joseph felt it.
It meets the standards to that extent, and it was deliberately performed for myself.
Haha, devil!
The noble man crawled over excitedly and opened the parchment, with the last trace of blood drained from his face.
Every devil's contract is made by each devil according to his own preferences. The traps are both the same and different. But they basically have one thing in common, that is, they are written in devil language. Liang Zhen is a little confused. It is said that this nobleman is reading
I didn’t understand why he had such a big reaction? So I turned my attention to the notebook.
Liang Zhen revealed a little bit of energy, causing a sudden strong wind in the secret room, and the heartbeat of the middle-aged man almost stopped. You must know that this is a secret room with no gaps on all sides.
Realizing that Marquis Joseph was looking at him, Liang Zhen quickly apologized: "Sorry, I just wanted to take a look at the contents of the notes. This atmosphere is just right, isn't it?"
The explanation was very reasonable. Liang Zhen did not make any extra moves, which was exactly in line with his excitement. He just raised the corners of his mouth to remind him not to do the same next time.
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The wind stopped, and the open notebook stopped at one page. It was hard to tell whether it was a photo or a hand-drawn picture. What was written in devilish language was exactly what was on the contract, and the other page was the translation in human language.
"No, it's impossible! My ancestor was a Paladin! How could he do such a cruel thing? This is a demon! Only demons can do this!" The already neurotic noble man almost collapsed, because the fear had become somewhat inhuman.
Xander noticed something was wrong with Mia and the others when they returned home, and asked, "What happened?"
Doreen was still weak, Mia was a little uninterested, and Mick was aggrieved and amicable. Paul could only sigh secretly and tell the story of Mia and Doreen being attacked today.
"Cool! Oriental Kung Fu! Huh~" Xander did a move like that of a late famous oriental action star, "Fan is so awesome! Looking at his body, you really can't tell it at all. Where's Fan?"
"He said he wanted to check some information and would come back later, so we shouldn't wait for him."
"Oh, what did you gain today?"
He took out his mobile phone and handed it to Sander: "We found the address and structural diagram of the hospital, and then found some potentially important places."
"I knew that with you here, everything would be fine. Then we can set off for adventure tomorrow night?" Xander looked at everyone with longing eyes.
Mick was a little reluctant: "Doreen..."
Doreen immediately interrupted him: "I'm fine, we can set off tomorrow!"
Xander couldn't help but cheered: "Okay! Let's set out together tomorrow night!"
