The carriage slowly drove to the street. Through the window, Chen Yin saw at a glance the statue of St. Venacana standing in the center of the intersection. She was half-kneeling, her posture was demure, holding a long sword in her left hand, and her right hand was spread out on her lap. The edge of the sword sliced open the wrist, blood flowed out, and time was frozen on the carved boulder.
Chen Yin made a ring ceremony towards the statue.
Lomea also saw the statue of Saint Venacana, and couldn't help but think that even such a figure could not reverse the destruction of the ancient holy city in the end.
Now, every corner of the entire lonely city is flooded by the abominable aura of dead souls.
The carriage drove slowly on the road. Everything on both sides of the street was in a mess. Boxes, wooden boards, and rags were thrown everywhere on the road. In some corners, you could also see gold and jewelry scattered on the ground. Every corner was filled with the world's secrets. Despair is a glimpse into the apocalypse of the past.
Through the window, when they walked to a certain mansion, they saw a fat man in luxurious clothes, standing in front of the mansion with a big smile. His silk robe was covered with countless gold and silver threads.
"Stop, stop, let me entertain you, devout believers of the Lord." The fat man, wearing a holy icon around his neck, shouted enthusiastically.
As he spoke, he walked to the middle of the road and blocked the carriage's way.
Qindu Yin'er took Amanda's reins.
"By the blessing of the Lord, I, the Count of Garlock, Roman Garlock, will entertain every good person on this street. Because they have done good deeds and done what is pleasing to the Lord." Count Garlock stopped in front of him. carriage, constantly raising their hands in a circle salute.
His smile was strangely simple.
"That's a dead soul." Lomea looked at the man and said, "When the pale shower comes, no matter whether you master the ancient words or not, you will be targeted by the dead soul."
After Chen Yin heard this, he looked at Qin Duyin'er who was driving the carriage and asked: "Qin Duyin'er, what do you think?"
"My soul tells me that he is not a threat," Qin Duyin'er then looked at the mansion behind the earl not far away, "there is no threat inside either."
Chen Yin nodded lightly.
Most dead souls pose no threat to him.
Because it is an obvious common sense that sacred objects can be used to purify evil spirits.
And if you open your spiritual eyes, you can say that you are divine yourself.
"Then go down, maybe you can learn something from him." Chen Yin said.
The three of them got out of the carriage. Qin Duyiner took Amanda and parked it and the car aside.
The smile on Count Garlock's face became even brighter, he bent his eyes and said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you for accepting my hospitality."
"Why are you entertaining us?" Chen Yin asked with a smile.
"Lord, by hosting a group of good people, I am doing a good deed. I use this to pray for the Lord's care." Count Garlock said quickly, and then he turned around and made a gesture of invitation.
The three of them faced the mansion, which was surrounded by stone walls. When they walked in, they were shocked to find that the rust-plated iron door was incredibly curved, with decorative iron thorns stuck upside down, and the other side was completely covered. It was torn apart, leaving beast-like scratches on the stone walls on both sides. As you approached the light, a layer of blood on the Black Lake was faintly visible.
Earl Garlock walked in the front. He eagerly opened the door, and the three of them saw several servants with dead expressions, holding candles in their hands.
There is no doubt that they are also dead souls, with only ordinary instincts left.
As soon as the three of them entered the mansion, the servants closed the door.
Count Garlock turned to face them, pointed to the long table in the hall, and said, "Sit down and wait for a sumptuous dinner."
Then, he pointed to the icon in the middle and said: "Look, the merciful Lord is watching us and taking care of us good people."
The three of them followed his instructions and sat down on the long table.
The hall suddenly became silent. The door somewhere shook slightly and made a creaking sound. The broken sound seemed to be eaten by piles of worms. Everything that could be seen and unseen in the mansion was filled with... Weird atmosphere.
Chen Yin just wanted to lift his foot slightly, but his heel suddenly became extremely heavy, as if being pulled by a pair of invisible hands.
Seeing a few people sitting down, Earl Garlock lowered his hands in silence, as if dead, without making a sound.
In the hall, under the lifeless firelight in the hands of the servants, the temperature turned cold. Luomea beside Chen Yin shivered involuntarily.
The air behind the three people rolled up, and in the darkness, something seemed to be slowly approaching.
"Good thing, good thing, good thing...my Lord, my Lord..."
In the darkness, someone was chanting in a low voice, with a hoarse and sad voice.
Chen Yin looked at Count Garlock.
At this moment, Earl Garlock raised his face, rolled his eyes, and smiled sadly at him.
"Lord, look at these good people, they spend their lives doing good deeds that please you!" Earl Garlock suddenly said loudly, his face facing upwards, "They are people who are going to heaven and enjoy eternal happiness!"
As he spoke, Earl Garlock laughed strangely, fell to his knees on the ground, and spoke in a humble and pious tone.
"Lord, I know that You are pleased with them, Your most humble servants. Let them come to see You and serve You at this moment. My Lord, as soon as the time comes, I will ascend to Your kingdom to be more humble and more humble. Serve you faithfully!”
The air behind the three people became completely agitated, and the pale and thin human hands quickly approached their throats.
Chen Yin opened the spiritual vision eye in his hand.
The hands behind him suddenly froze.
Chen Yin just turned his neck slightly.
Those hands retreated into the darkness faster than before.
Sensing something strange, the expression on Count Garlock's face froze.
Chen Yin slowly stood up and stared at Count Garlock.
"You killed all the people you entertained?"
Faced with Chen Yin's cold question, Count Garlock's weird smile collapsed, his eyes turned white and trembled, and he screamed.
"How is it possible...how is it possible...where is my hand? Where is my hand?" Count Garlock faced the wall where pale human hands were pouring out, his voice almost torn apart.
Chen Yin looked at him coldly.
"Who are you? Who are you?! You... you are a devil, devil! I serve the Lord with all my heart and send good people to heaven. You devil, don't try to trick me! Go back to hell, go back to hell!"
Chen Yin pressed forward step by step.
Under great fear, Count Garlock howled in heart-breaking pain, and after uttering threats and warnings, he turned to pray for the Lord's protection, "Lord, for the sake of so many good people, protect me. I believe You, I believe in you!”
Chen Yin raised his hand and stretched the pure golden flame in his palm into his soul.
Earl Garlock's expression froze, and he froze in front of Chen Yin with endless horror.
"I will never protect you."
