The two groups of people slowly moved towards the main city of Senegal in a tacit understanding.
The hazy fog has covered the entire Senagaal at this time, everything is shrouded in the fog, and a huge conspiracy has quietly descended.
Joey was sleeping deeply, and in a daze, he felt as if his body was bound by something, making it difficult to move.
He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
Something's wrong? Something is very wrong?
The dazed consciousness gradually became clearer, and Joey was certain that his current state was definitely not a dream, but more like intoxication.
The discomfort coming from his body and the dizziness in his head made him extremely vigilant.
I'm careless. Could it be that someone tampered with me last night?
He began to wonder if it was his mistake that led to him being targeted?
Although it is of low sequence, it still possesses some divine characteristics, and its physical quality is still slightly stronger than that of ordinary people.
He tried to use his extraordinary strength to wake himself up.
"Today's luck is with me."
Joey thought silently in his mind, consuming the Lucky Master's spiritual energy today.
Finally, the long-lost sense of control gradually came back to life.
I moved my arm slightly, but the joints were stiff and I could only move within a small range.
Just as he was about to try for the second time, a soft and low voice sounded in his ears:
"Are you awake?"
The voice sounded very familiar. After thinking about it for two seconds, I quickly found the corresponding character in my mind.
Landlady, Naomi Jeff.
As long as they are not enemies, Naomi should have come to deliver breakfast in the morning.
Joey secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wondered, did he touch something at Udyr Farm that caused this situation?
After several spiritual shocks, the dizziness in his mind finally disappeared. He opened his eyes tiredly. The moment he entered his eyes, Joey's face was filled with astonishment.
Looking around, he saw that he was not in his own residence at all. The ground was filled with candles. With the dim light of the candles, he discovered that this was a narrow basement.
It's only about ten square meters, and you can touch the ceiling with your hand. The floor and walls are covered with all kinds of weird runes, as red as blood. I don't know if they are paints or real blood paintings.
Naomi was wearing a yellow dress with sunflower patterns embroidered all over the skirt. Her curly hair was hanging loose, and her face was sluggish and without any color.
His eyes looked indifferent, and there seemed to be a lingering sadness between his brows.
This look was something Joey had never seen before.
In his impression, Naomi is a passionate woman who dares to love and hate, unrestrained and optimistic.
Now Naomi is more like a soulless body. There is no focus or any emotion in her eyes.
"Good morning, Mrs. Jeff!" Joey automatically filtered the current environment and greeted him like an old friend.
Naomi's dull eyes turned to him, the expression on her face suddenly became ferocious, and she didn't know when a knife appeared in her hand.
Seeing that her left hand was about to raise the knife to stab Joey, her other hand came out to stop her, and she began to talk to herself:
"I want to peel off this face"
"No you can't do that, that's Jeff's face"
It was like two souls fighting for control of Naomi's body.
Ah... Joey was stunned. If he hadn't been unable to move, he would have run away long ago. Now he could only watch helplessly as the bright knife slid back and forth in front of him.
"Naomi, what are you doing?" he shouted nervously.
And that 'Jeff's face'? Joey pondered the implications of that.
Naomi's argument with herself lasted two minutes before it stopped.
At this time, her face showed a strange state. The left and right faces had completely different expressions, as if two different faces were put together to form one person.
"Joy, you know, I've fallen in love with you since the first time I saw you." Naomi approached with a smile.
The corner of Joey's mouth twitched: Landlady, it's hard for me not to know what you are thinking.
She reached out her hand, touched Joey's face, and whispered softly:
"I love your face so much, I want to peel it off"
Joey's face was full of astonishment:
Sister, your love is too strong, it’s better not to love me anymore.
"Move quickly, damn it." On the surface, he pretended to be nonchalant, but in fact, he was extremely anxious inside. However, his body seemed to have been hit by some kind of paralyzing poison and he couldn't move at all.
Naomi pinched his face and tutted:
"Don't waste your efforts. I know you are a transcendent. Ordinary poisons are of no use to you, so I can only use chronic poisons to eat away at you little by little."
"What exactly do you want to do?"
No matter how stupid Joe was, he now knew that he had been targeted from the beginning.
It's ridiculous that I was complacent because of the low rent before, but now looking back, it's just a trap.
I just couldn’t figure out why Naomi would focus on him from the beginning.
There were no windows in the basement, making it difficult for air to circulate, and the burning candles filled the entire space with an unpleasant smell.
There was also a faint smell of blood mixed with it.
Joey was still in a daze when a bowl of steaming food suddenly appeared in front of him.
Naomi put on her affectionate expression again, held the bowl, and said softly:
"Jeff, I made your favorite potatoes."
Jeff? Are you treating me as someone else?
Joey looked at Naomi's current state in surprise, but he turned slightly to avoid it. How could he dare to eat randomly now?
It was because of greed that I got poisoned, but I can't make the same mistake again.
"boom!"
Naomi threw away the bowl in her hand angrily, pulled her hair, and roared:
"Tell me, do you dislike me? You said you would not dislike me."
A lot of hair was torn out by her, and soon there was blood flowing from her head to her cheeks, which looked a little oozing.
From the analysis of Naomi's and Naomi's conditions at the scene, Joey determined that there must be something wrong with her mind, but she was contaminated by an unknown evil god.
Joey watched for a long time and found that Naomi seemed to care about her deceased husband.
By the time Naomi calmed down, most of the numbness in Joey's body had faded, but he did not act rashly and still pretended to be calm on the surface.
Don't try to provoke a woman who is mentally disturbed.
Joey cleared his throat and asked seriously: "Naomi, can you tell me the story about Jeff?"
Naomi seems to be happy to share her love story with her husband.
. . .
When she was young, Naomi worked in Jeff's manor as a servant. She was handsome, rich, and personable. Such a person soon made her youthful and ignorant heart palpitate, but she only dared to watch from a distance.
Finally one day, Jeff met young Naomi unexpectedly. Their encounter was like a quiet morning, with a fragrant wild flower swaying gently in the breeze.
Jeff wore a dark, luxurious robe, and a golden belt glittering with rare gems around his waist. His face is handsome and elegant, like the warm sun in spring, dazzling but not scorching. His eyes sparkled with an innate nobility and wisdom, as bright as stars.
Naomi was wearing a simple cloth, but it could not hide her elegant and refined appearance. Her eyes are like deep lakes, full of endless tenderness and innocence.
Their eyes met in the crowd, like two stars meeting in the deep night sky. Their hearts resonated wonderfully at this moment.
The huge gap in status made Naomi dare not even raise her head.
"Hello." His voice was full of grace and gentleness.
Naomi was a little nervous but tried to stay calm. She responded: "Hello, my name is Naomi." Although her voice was weak, it was full of unique beauty and tenderness.
From this moment on, their fates are like two intertwined vines, inseparable.
"Are you new here? Why haven't I seen you before?" Jeff asked softly.
Naomi lowered her head and replied: "I'm just an ordinary person, working here." There was a firmness and calmness in her eyes that no one could ignore.
Jeff took a deep breath and his gaze hardened. "I...I want to know more about you." His words felt like a sincere desire and determination.
Naomi smiled slightly, and that smile blew through Jeff's world like the morning wind. "Then try to understand." Her answer was full of courage.
. . .
Joey acted as a good listener on the surface and would offer compliments from time to time.
In the damp basement, he was tied up with ropes. Naomi was narrating the love story between her and her husband with a nostalgic look on her face, while her hands kept carving strange symbols on the ground.
She held a ring tightly in her hand, and she kissed the ring as if she were kissing her deceased husband, with tenderness in her eyes.
Naomi put the ring on Joey's finger and said in an affectionate tone:
"Soon, you will be back with me."
Joey frowned. Although he didn't know what Naomi was going to do, his intuition told him that this was not a good thing for him.
He tried to divert Naomi's attention. A mentally disturbed person could easily be aroused.
The only disadvantage of doing this is that you can't grasp the scale. If not, Naomi will just chop people with a knife.
Naomi's story is too perfect to be realistic.
The matter between Vader Wesker and Layla Allen is a good example.
Class prejudice makes it impossible to have perfect love. It may be possible outside, but in Senegal, this possibility will not happen.
In the closed and repressed Senegal, the mentality has solidified. In the eyes of the nobles, the common people are just mobile blood banks. It is unrealistic to expect them to fall in love with an inferior person.
Moreover, according to Joey's aesthetics, Naomi is not a beauty. The only thing she can show off is her hot figure.
In her depiction, the aristocratic son falling in love with a commoner woman is more like her own imagination.
Joey even doubted whether Jeff really existed.
"Naomi, I think your husband must be very disappointed when he sees you now. As the wife of a nobleman, you betrayed my lord and believed in the evil god."
Betrayal, the evil word, quickly triggered Naomi's emotional changes.
She screamed in a tone that was almost paranoid and crazy: "I didn't, I didn't betray, all I did was to resurrect Jeff."
Joey raised his eyelids slightly and sneered:
"Look at what you look like now and what you have in your hands."
Naomi's fingers were soaked in blood, and she was carving patterns with the blood.
resurrection?
Joey keenly captured the key information, involving death, which is an area that only the true God can touch.
This kind of thing is impossible to appear in the land abandoned by God.
Why can Naomi insist that she can resurrect Jeff?
From her unwavering eyes, Joey saw only madness, and not even a hint of love.
Ritual to resurrect the dead?
What are you kidnapping me for?
Want me to be the vessel for the coming of the evil god?
Is it Jeff who is resurrected, or is it the evil god?
. . . .
Various thoughts and ideas were wandering in Joey's mind. It seemed that the way to stimulate Naomi was not working. Now she firmly believed in her own ideas.
Even if you tell her that the evil god is not trustworthy, she will probably not listen.
All that can be done now is to find a breakthrough for oneself.
First, we need to find out who the evil god is who bewitched Naomi before we can know his authority.
Naomi stood up suddenly, her head tilted to one side at a weird angle, and the eyes on the right side of her face looked directly at Joey.
"Don't struggle in vain"
The voice was low, more like a male voice.
Schizophrenia?
Or is it contaminated by something?
Joey stared at Naomi carefully, ever alert.
Whenever the other party made any weird behavior, he would not hesitate to chant his name and hide in the Round Table Hall.
Possibly due to excessive blood loss, not only was Naomi's face colorless at this time, her body even began to turn pale.
According to a person's normal blood reserve, Naomi used blood to draw symbols, and there was only one result, and that was death.
Even senior extraordinary people would not dare to attempt blood sacrifice.
Naomi is an ordinary person with a body without spirituality, which can be easily corroded in this way.
The best response is to enter the Round Table Hall directly now, not just spiritually, but also physically.
The reason why I don't dare to take risks is because I don't know which god Naomi is worshiping.
I was afraid that if I entered the Round Table Hall, I would be left waiting when I came back.
The body exists in that place for a limited time and cannot hide in it forever.
"Naomi, look, I can't escape now. Can you tell me who taught you this?"
According to some past data analysis, Naomi's class is not very high, and she is roughly a petty bourgeoisie.
Nobles are also divided into three, six or nine grades. Her husband, I heard, only holds a low-ranking title, and his livelihood mainly relies on some business.
With this status, Naomi is not exposed to extraordinary events, not to mention that in the main city, under the eyes of the Knights, it is even more difficult to pull off small tricks.
But then I thought about it, and it seemed wrong. The Necromantic Cult directly invaded Earl Allen's house.
Maybe there are many demons and monsters hiding in the dark.
It's just that this riot highlighted everything.
Naomi smiled sinisterly and uttered two simple words: "Guess!"
