There were obviously empty eye sockets, but Joey felt that there was an extremely cold eye staring at him.
This is not a test. It is different from what was expected. I thought it was a psychological hypnosis. Now it seems that Harvey is contaminated and his body is mutating into the form of a mythical creature little by little.
"You are not a Knight of the Templar"
The corners of Harvey's mouth slowly cracked, revealing a bright smile, as if Joey had told a funny joke.
"Temple? Knight? Are you talking about him?"
His mouth opened wider and wider, like a big snake shedding its skin. The human skin peeled off, and a huge centipede crawled out of it. The head had the face of Harvey, but the body was a centipede.
Escape, you must escape immediately!
This was Joey's only thought at this time.
After escaping from the land abandoned by the gods, all the lucky points in the reserve were used up at this moment.
Harvey, who was chasing after him, was fine at first, but suddenly his feet were caught. He fell down several times in a row, and the distance gradually widened.
After passing through a small door, he returned to the church hall. The sun shone through the portrait of the goddess on the dome. Harvey's cold eyes were hidden in the darkness. He did not chase him out, but slowly retreated. .
Just when Joey thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, Harvey's hoarse voice sounded:
"You can't escape. I made a miscalculation this time. I didn't expect you to gain strength too. We will meet again."
Looking at the huge sacred and solemn cross, Joey felt lingering fear.
If it weren't for the church, I'm afraid the other party would take action without any scruples, and it was precisely because it was the church that he was fooled.
It seems that the outside world is not as safe as imagined.
The heart that originally longed for strength and silence began to stir again.
No matter before or now, he has no intention of competing for hegemony.
Joy has never thought about dominating another world and having a beautiful woman in his arms.
In his words, gold shines wherever it goes.
Even if scrap iron is galvanized, it is still scrap iron. It just has some added hardness, but it is still basically iron.
The simplest point is that even if you travel to the past, you can't become one of the top rich people. You still can't grasp the business opportunities before you.
There are some things that you are not born with and are destined to never have in your lifetime.
Some things are based on accumulation, accumulated over several generations. You are not qualified to arm-wrestle with others. There is only one outcome in a head-on confrontation, which is to beat a chicken to a egg. Of course, you are the egg.
Even the church staff were contaminated. For a moment, Joey was at a loss and didn't know who to ask for help.
This wharf town is located in a remote location, and the members of the lower-ranking church are only marginal figures.
He speaks softly, and even if he reports this matter, he may only end up slandering the clergy. The process of reporting the information is enough for Harvey to kill him a hundred times.
Very suddenly, a figure appeared in my mind.
Teacher 'Freya Polly'.
"Maybe asking her can help me solve my trouble."
But before that, he had to go home quickly. Harvey's last words made him feel vaguely uneasy.
Returning to No. 9 Bauhinia Street, the furniture in the room was neatly displayed, with nothing out of the ordinary. The note left on it was gone. Barbara had obviously returned.
Joey whispered:
"Barbara?"
After waiting for a while, I didn't get any response.
The uneasy feeling in his heart gradually became stronger, and he began to look around, but there was nothing in the kitchen, bedroom, or bathroom.
Joey slumped feebly on the old leather sofa. The moment he raised his head, he found a line of writing on the ceiling.
"I'll wait for you at No. 3 Levitt Street"
The hair on his whole body stood on end and he jumped up from the sofa.
who is it?
Harvey?
Did he kidnap Barbara?
In an instant, countless thoughts filled my mind.
Leaving the church, we never stopped along the way. Even so, it was too late.
There is only one answer, and that is that when Harvey took him away, he was also ready to attack his family.
"Which officer is it?"
Joey thought back to the police officer who left midway on the way to church.
Without further ado, Freya Polly must be found immediately.
The main reason for being able to escape from Harvey before was that the other party was not prepared.
Going to No. 3 Levitt Street under these circumstances is tantamount to courting death.
Freya Polly lives in the faculty housing complex at Hawkins University.
When we found her, this beautiful lady was painting her work among a bunch of human sculptures.
It was a naked woman, and the paint rendered the hair of the clay sculpture very gorgeously.
It was difficult for Joey to understand his teacher's dedication to sculpture.
In this room, there are many carved clay sculptures of men, women and children.
From expressions to movements, there are so many different expressions.
"Joy, long time no see. Come and take a look at my latest work."
She is still the same person as before, who is passionate and happy for art.
Joey looked aggrieved and told what happened to him.
I haven’t said anything about the scales yet, only about the temple enforcers and the possibility that their family may be in danger.
Joey thought that Freya would have some special energy, but he didn't expect that the energy would be so powerful.
3 Levitt Street.
Joey stood in front of a quaint building, next to him was a middle-aged man wearing the armor of the Knights.
Sequence 6 Punishment Priest, Nome, the guardian of the church stationed at Hawkins University.
For Joey, the original owner's memory of a person like Norm was that he only met him once during the freshman assembly when he was in school.
Unexpectedly, the teacher could even invite this great god.
"Wait for me outside!"
Norm's voice was stiff and cold.
"good!"
Looking at Norm's back, Joey fell into deep thought.
Soon, the sound of fighting started, but it stopped in a short time.
After waiting for about ten seconds, Norm came out holding the unconscious Barbara.
The expression on his face was ugly, and his faint uncontrollable anger could be caught between his eyebrows.
Joey took Barbara and looked behind Norm suspiciously.
"Ran!"
A Sequence 6 actually allowed a guy with a suspected Sequence 9 to escape?
Nomu also seemed to feel a little embarrassed, with an uneasy expression on his face, and said angrily: "This damn guy actually stole the sealed artifact from the temple."
"You go back first, I will handle the matters here."
Joey hesitated and opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing how to speak.
I can't say, I'm panicking now, can you protect me?
Norm narrowed his eyes slightly and comforted softly: "Don't worry, he doesn't dare to do anything to you. This kind of rat is eager to hide now, how can it dare to show its head?"
Joey thought, yes, and then thanked him and left.
Returning home, he put Barbara on the bed and began to think about what to do next.
This time, Barbara was able to escape, partly because he consumed the lucky points he had accumulated before.
Even he himself couldn't imagine that he could invite a disciplinary priest, let alone Harvey. All he could say was that he was unlucky.
Next time, I won't be so lucky every time.
The trouble must be solved at its source.
Thinking of this, a cold light flashed across Joey's eyes.
"Harvey must die"
Only if he dies can the hidden danger be completely resolved.
In his previous life, after his father died, he had had enough of the lonely and helpless life.
Barbara, Wilson, can't have any accidents, this family can't have any accidents.
If someone wants to destroy, then 'die'.
"Looks like I won't be able to wake up tonight."
Barbara was breathing evenly, apparently in a deep sleep.
It was getting late, so I tidied up in the bathroom and went back to the room to rest.
The spirit is separated from the body and observes the changes in the body from the perspective of God.
As time passed, a red mist gradually appeared on the body that was originally sleeping peacefully.
After observing for a while and finding that there were no abnormal changes, Joey withdrew his spiritual vision.
In the Gray Mist Hall, he sat on a high seat with his brows furrowed.
"Sure enough, there is something wrong with this body. If I hadn't separated my spirit, I might have entered that dream again."
He shuddered when he thought of the huge eyeballs that looked like red moons in his dream. If it weren't for those scales, he might not be able to wake up and die of a heart attack like those people.
"If we don't solve this problem, will we have to separate our spiritual body from our physical body when we sleep in the future?" Joey laughed at himself.
Weirdness is not scary, he himself has a lot of weirdness.
The scary thing is that this strange power has no idea where it comes from.
"Calculate the time, today should be the time for the gathering in heaven."
His gaze passed through the endless gray fog and fell on the Optimus Pillar. Two red silk threads were wrapped around the pillar.
The thread suddenly stretched into the void, seeming to be pulling something.
Soon, two hazy voices gradually condensed.
Joey glanced at his trumpet, and then covered his face with gray mist, leaving only a human silhouette sitting on the bronze seat.
The moment Helena appeared, excited voices suddenly came out:
"Canglong, your suggestion last time was great. I have been promoted from a trainee police officer to a full-time police officer now."
In his previous life, Joey loved detective novels and gave Helena some suggestions on handling cases. Of course, these were all spoken by the 'Canglong'.
After the words were spoken, Helena found that the atmosphere was not as lively as expected.
She raised her head slightly and found that a vague humanoid outline suddenly appeared in the vacant spot on the bronze seat.
"Good evening, Mr. Hermit"
It’s really embarrassing. Mr. Hermit doesn’t think I’m a flamboyant girl. Helena, this can't happen again, you are a lady.
Mr. Hermit, will you like ladies?
He wouldn’t mind me being noisy.
Countless thoughts passed through Helena's mind.
Clyde bowed slightly and saluted respectfully.
"Good evening, Mr. Hermit"
The small vest also followed the same pattern.
It felt wonderful to salute myself. Joey smiled and said softly:
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I have been absent from several gatherings due to certain matters."
Something?
Do Gods also have troubles?
Seem to know?
Helena rolled her eyes, her curiosity aroused, her eyes wandered around Clyde and Canglong, and then asked tentatively:
"Mr. Hermit, may I know what it is?"
Sure enough, as an agent, you can't get rid of your thirst for knowledge. Joey looked through the gray fog and saw Helena's longing face.
Clyde was equally curious, but his character dictated his calmness. He did not speak directly like Helena, but acted as a bystander and wanted to have sex for nothing.
"Ms. Rabbit should be young, and she still has the heart of a child who is eager to explore things." Clyde secretly labeled Helena in his heart.
From his perspective, the focus is more on the pros and cons, and seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.
The things that the gods care about, even if they are small, are big to him.
What he needs to do is to gain benefits from that information.
For example, last time, when there was a riot from the ocean, when neither the royal warships nor the pirates dared to go to sea, only his ship sailed on the sea.
A fortune was gained from it.
Mr. Hermit on the bronze bench let out a burst of hearty laughter:
"It was just a simple little thing"
After a pause, he continued in a playful and relaxed tone:
"A guy who tried to descend from the gods was driven back to the starry sky"
"It's funny, He took away two nasty guys"
Helena was anxious like a curious baby, raising a hand excitedly:
"Mr. Hermit, is he the color of the stars?"
"Yes, you are very smart, little bunny"
Clyde lowered his head thoughtfully.
interesting?
A god with the power of a divine general, Mr. Hermit only found it 'interesting'.
It's crazy, but in another way, Mr. Hermit is even more powerful.
The atmosphere fell into silence, no one spoke.
Joey was in a hurry.
Ms. Rabbit, your silence makes Mr. Hermit very embarrassed, but fortunately, I still have a vest.
As a hermit, when necessary, you must maintain your status and let the recluse maintain the awe they deserve.
Canglong's deep and deep voice sounded:
"Mr. Hermit, can we know the identities of those two people?"
Helena and Clyde both looked up at the bronze bench.
Being taken away by a god rather than killed, just that, makes people think.
"Just two naughty little guys. In your world, they seem to be called angels and troublemakers."
"Cherubian, Aya Ebon?"
Clyde took a breath of cold air. The name of Cherubim was so loud that it was second only to the Seven Gods. In some aspects, it even surpassed the Seven Gods.
For one thing alone, his father was the ancient sun god. For this reason alone, no one dared to underestimate him.
Nowadays, the gods in this world were once the scrollers of the Sun God.
"Is Troublemaker an angel too?"
Soryu spared no effort in fulfilling his role as a sounding board.
"They are brother and sister"
As the god of mischief, it is also a kind of mischief to make people forget.
Below the saint, she is the supreme existence. She is everywhere and never exists.
Helena's look of astonishment flashed away, and her heart was filled with horror.
She has been hearing the legend of Cherubeus since she was a child, and she grew up listening to it.
Now there is a sense of déjà vu as the dream becomes reality.
