The old pastor enthusiastically welcomed the three people in, and then locked the door as well. The church here looked empty after walking in, as if he was the only one guarding it.
After leading Herbert and the others to sit down in the lounge at the back, the old priest first crossed himself with his hand reverently, and then said:
"Master Priest, the situation near Johannesburg is extremely abnormal recently. A large number of alienated creatures are killing people here, and their actions seem to be controlled by someone."
"Is someone controlling it..."
This was within Herbert's expectation, and there was nothing surprising when it came from the old pastor's mouth.
Knocking the table lightly with his hand, Herbert then asked: "Now I want to know what orders have been notified to Johannesburg in the past few days. The bishop of the diocese should have his opinion on this matter, right?"
"..."
Faced with this question, the old priest in front of him fell silent.
After thinking for a while, he revealed the dire situation:
"Actually, there has been no news from there since a week ago."
"It's like there's already..."
At this point, the old pastor was choked up and couldn't say the next few words.
Raising his hand to touch his tears with his robe, the old man cheered up and continued:
"But it's much better now that you, the priest, are here. Under your leadership, no matter what kind of danger it is, it will be easily solved."
"We actually lost contact with Johannesburg..."
After muttering something in a low voice, Herbert turned back and looked at each other with Karl and the others.
The three of them had communicated with church organizations there some time before leaving Durban, and the administrator of the Diocese of Johannesburg also contacted them at that time.
Calculating this, I am afraid that the people there encountered this misfortune immediately after their last contact. From this, it seems that the other party still has some traces of them, otherwise the timing would not be such a coincidence.
The old pastor looked at the three people looking at each other, seemed to remember something and stood up again, walked to the side and opened a cupboard.
"Ah, that's right!" As he spoke, the old priest reached out from the cupboard and took out a long pot with a handle, and then poured a cup of light green drink for each of the three people. "I'm afraid you haven't eaten since you came here.
Something?"
"Wait a minute and I'll get you some bread."
After saying this, the old man put down the pot in his hand, turned around and walked out of the lounge.
After the pastor walked out, Cyril picked up the cup on the table without saying a word, and drank the drink in one gulp.
After finishing the drink, she smacked her lips, seeming to be savoring the taste of the drink.
Looking at Cyril's appearance, Karl also picked up the glass in front of him and asked curiously: "Does it taste good?"
"Um……"
After thinking for a while, Seliel said: "This stuff is quite poisonous. If it drips into the well of this town, it will send the entire town to heaven."
poisonous!
When Ceryl said this, Karl had already picked up the cup and was about to pour it into his mouth, but her comments made him almost throw out the thing in his hand.
"Are you right? You said this is poisonous?"
"I'm absolutely not wrong." She stretched out her finger and waved it in front of Karl's eyes. The expression on Cyril's face was very certain, "This is a mutated snake venom. Only alienated creatures can produce this kind of thing."
Hearing this, Karl looked at Herbert subconsciously.
Ceryl had no reason to lie to herself. This meant that this thing was definitely poisonous. People in the church shouldn't have the habit of drinking toxins, right?
After Cyril pointed this out, Herbert had already held his cross again. As a result, he shook his head in confusion, and then said to the two people:
"There was no reaction from the alienated creatures nearby, and there was no sign of magic power on Truman."
At this moment, Carl heard approaching footsteps.
So he reminded his companions in a low voice: "People are back, act according to the opportunity."
Sure enough, not long after, the old priest who went to get the bread came back again.
As soon as the old man walked to the door, he saw the cup in Karl's hand, and then said with a smile on his face:
"You're welcome, drink quickly."
But when he walked into the house and saw the empty cup in front of Cyril, the smile that had just appeared on his face instantly froze, and even the hand that was about to put down the bread froze in place.
Maintaining this action, the old priest was as motionless as a wax figure, becoming at a loss under the gazes of the three Karls.
Looking at the reaction of the person in front of him, Karl handed the cup in his hand and placed it in front of his eyes, and then asked: "Mr. Truman, do you want to have a taste?"
When Carl made such a move, the old priest in front of him immediately showed a sensitivity that a person of this age should not have. He jumped back to the corner, then looked at them with a ferocious face, and said with an unacceptable expression:
"How did you discover this? It's impossible for humans to detect this toxin!"
"Because I tasted it." Ceryl, who was originally in theater mode, immediately answered him, and at the same time licked her wet lips with her little tongue, "To be honest, the taste is pretty good!"
Following the movements of the old priest, Herbert on the side also quickly took out his weapon from the wooden box beside him, pointed the barrel of the gun at the old priest, and asked sternly:
"Tell me, who are you?"
"What did you do to Truman!"
Herbert knew the physical condition of the old pastor, and his parishioner would never be able to do this kind of agility. The person in front of him was definitely someone who had faked his identity!
The old guy who discovered that his identity was exposed had no intention of continuing to chat. He opened his mouth directly, and then the tongue in his mouth instantly shot out, directly towards Herbert who was aiming at him.
This guy flicked his tongue very fast. Even with Carl's reaction speed, he could barely see the trajectory of the attack. Instead of the agility-enhanced Herbert, who had no room to react, he was directly hit by this man disguised as an old priest.
Guy hits.
The tongue sticking out of his mouth is completely different from that of a normal person. Not to mention the exaggerated length, even the shape is very unique.
The tip of his tongue was wide and the rest was slender, and there was a kind of mucus on it. The tip of this guy's tongue tightly wrapped around Herbert's hands, preventing him from attacking.
Then he swung it hard, and under this completely non-level force, Herbert and his gun were driven up by this guy's tongue, and they smashed directly into Karl who was standing aside!