Chapter 992 Ordinary Goods

At the same time, outside of Kyoto, it was less than fifty kilometers away from the city.

Countless green trees form an endless sea of ​​trees, decorating the pure white buildings in the canyon, like a fairyland. And the sign 'Hometown of Souls' hanging on the door is still spotless.

The sanatorium that claims to be a gimmick for a new type of soul healing is actually the headquarters of a folk religious group. In a country known for a variety of chaotic religious groups, such places are not uncommon. It would be better to say that they are almost everywhere. Unclear.

The reincarnation of the leader, who is known as the Holy Son, never shows his true face to others. He only teaches the world through curtains to ward off disasters. This is not uncommon, and there are many wealthy businessmen and believers coming and going. This headquarters It also cost billions of Yingzhou coins and was designed by famous architects.

In the eyes of believers, this is a paradise-like paradise on earth. Only believers who have followed the leader for many years are qualified to give up all their assets, enter here, live a self-sufficient pastoral life, farm and cultivate, enjoy a beautiful and fulfilling life away from the world, and enter heaven forever after death. The home of the soul, where there are no worries.

No matter how you look at it, they are just an ordinary group of scammers.

A sober person would sneer at it, but he would not dare to compete with such a religious group that has so many fools. And after all parties have given enough money, there will naturally be no blind police looking for trouble.

Just under the noon sun, at the most sacred time of the day, the believers' pious praise and singing came from the auditorium.

"Amazing grace, how sweet it is, my sins have been forgiven; I was lost before, but now I am found, I was blind and now I can see..."

In the pure white auditorium, the walls depict a peaceful scene.

The world is unified.

Regardless of race, ethnicity, young or old, people all over the world are holding hands, smiling and looking towards a promising future. When bits and pieces of blood slipped from the wall, those pale faces were tinged with a ray of bright red.

When he looked down, his eyes became more and more alert.

In the darkness that even the scorching sun could not illuminate, countless viscous blood surged like snakes, flowing out from those sluggish bodies and turning into scarlet blood pools.

surge.

In the past, the mysterious leader, the high priests, and even the holy messengers were now immersed in the deep pool of blood, forgetting themselves and singing loudly.

The gradually melting skeleton held its head high, bathing in the sunshine leaking from the dome's colored windows. The empty eye sockets were filled with the light of happiness and tranquility. Dark blood like mud flowed out of it, passing through the peaceful smile, and the traces of Threads fell down.

Under the sway of the conductor's baton, the sacred hymn reached its climax!

"I'm quite talented in music, right?"

On the highest sacred altar, the young man conducting the chorus looked back at the guests behind him and smiled: "Do you think so?"

When the evil spirits from Dajiangshan broke into the headquarters of the Spiritual Assembly, what they saw was such a ferocious and terrifying scene.

The moment he was stared into by those eyes, what he felt was the malice from hell and the deep cold of the deep sea.

In an instant, the order to the summit was forgotten.

The mission situation has changed...

"Walk!"

The commander codenamed Aoki took a step back.

But it's too late.

Outside the canyon, the sunlight suddenly cut off, endless darkness came, and Shengqing's huge shadow slowly rose, like a python wrapping around its prey, surrounding the entire Soul Country.

The huge eyes looked down, like cold stars, shedding vicious light.

The secret ritual rooted in countless corpses and the source of pain in the deepest part of the canyon has completely enveloped and sealed this place.

Countless curses fell from the sky like rain, covering everything.

A huge and ferocious silhouette emerged from the gray rainstorm, wandering in this hell, roaring and echoing like a giant trampling on the earth.

This place is already a hell on earth!

Even before the cabin in the woods came here...

"You've already come, why are you leaving now?"

On the altar, the baton made of bones in the hand of the cabin in the forest turned and pointed at the group of sluggish evil ghosts, smiling: "You should also sing together!"

At that moment, endless darkness swallowed everything up.

Eternal wails and wails resounded, tearing apart the false hymns and resounding through the darkness.

When the long chanting finally ended, there were only countless melted viscous remains in the blood pool, entangled with each other, with empty faces filled with silly smiles or pain, immersed in endless nightmares or fantasies. Can't wake up anymore.

Soon, there was a creepy chewing sound.

Thousands of voices rose and fell from the blood pool. Under the secret ritual of evil cannibalism, those broken souls were immersed in endless greed and began to crazily devour everything around them.

Only the bone baton hovered in the hand of the forest hut, like a spoon stirring in a cauldron. The invisible flame burned everything, and in the end, even the bottomless pool of blood dried up.

There was only a wriggling abyss fetus convulsing in it, and high-pitched cries and whines came out from thousands of mouths on the deformed body of a baby.

"The quality is insufficient, so it is still useless. Relying on these scraps, we can only achieve this result."

The cabin in the forest wiped the sweat from his head and threw the broken bones aside.

Looking down at the dying fetus at his feet, he squatted down, stared into the pair of hateful and painful eyes, and suddenly asked curiously: "It's been so long since you've been out, do you want to make a phone call home?"

As a result, the cries of thousands of people soon rang out from Naito's mobile phone, and countless vicious curses emerged from the chaotic electromagnetic waves, turning the conference room of Luming Pavilion into hell in an instant.

"Naito...Naito...Naito-sama..."

At this moment, in front of all the participants, the evil ghosts from the past had turned into real evil spirits, squirming out of the phone bit by bit, pulling at the corners of his clothes, making his face pale. .

But before the curse came, a storm suddenly emerged out of thin air, and a faint cold snort came from the source of the wind, causing countless curses to dissipate.

The storm subsided and disappeared with all the debris, leaving only a messy conference room with everyone looking at each other.

The fifth level of Luming Pavilion has taken action!

Feeling the cold gaze cast on her through countless walls, Huai Shi held the tea cup and calmly tasted the sweet taste in it.

"Wretched."

He sighed sympathetically: "Is your Luming Pavilion also unpaid wages? You see, people are coming to ask for wages, and they are kicked out... It's really miserable."

For a moment, several eyes with suppressed anger fell on him.

But Huai Shi calmly put down the teacup.

As if nothing happened, he asked curiously: "Didn't you say we were going to have a meeting? Where did you just talk? Hey, why didn't you say anything?"

"..."

Nan Nan looked at him expressionlessly for a long time, but finally said nothing.

He just signaled to his subordinates to drive out this embarrassing guy Naito. After restoring the calm in the conference room, he picked up the manuscript in his hand again.

"We just talked about..."

boom! boom! boom!

A series of hurried knocks on the door sounded, causing Nan Nan's fingers to tighten suddenly, his face turned pale, and he could no longer conceal his rage and ferociousness.

But the subordinate who pushed in the door ignored the angry look and walked forward quickly. He leaned over and said a few words in his ear, and then his expression changed.

At the same time, a series of shaking sounds came from the conference room.

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Tamba, the harbor, the moist wind blows from the distance.

"General stuff."

"Well, they are indeed ordinary goods."

The two warriors with swords lowered their heads, overlooking the corpses chopped to pieces by the sword blades at their feet, shaking their heads and sighing.

Several ascendants who protected William were killed by the two guardians who made a surprise attack even when they met one another. Amada coldly shook off the blood on the blade, wiped the blade, and sheathed the sword.

"The Luming Hall is really getting worse from generation to generation." He glanced at the dirty Komachuan next to him with disgust: "And you, why are you like this?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Amada-senpai, I accidentally got a little excited."

The swordsman, who was like an old monkey, waved his hands, took off his blood-stained sportswear, and threw it aside, but the blood stains on his face could not be wiped away with a handkerchief.

The blood on the blade seemed to be endless, dripping down continuously.

An energetic shout came from the distance.

The Yakuza who had taken off their coats rolled up their sleeves and were stirring the cement in full swing.

Dust began to fly.

Ueno wiped the sweat from his face and suddenly asked: "Hey, Yamashita, let's go to a bar tonight. I recently discovered that there is a restaurant that does very good grilled squid."

Yamashita held the shovel and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't like seafood."

"What about ramen?"

"It's too greasy and makes me lose my appetite."

"Hey, have you become more and more picky about food lately?" Ueno said in disgust: "Don't be like a kindergarten kid who doesn't eat vegetables."

"The place you chose is so tasteless, don't blame others. Also, move faster, the water is too little. Are you really working for a construction company?"

"I work in an office, and even on construction sites, there are no cement piles to pour into people every day, okay? That's almost enough!"

Just behind the two people, there were constant hard collisions and shouts from the closed gasoline barrels.

"Look, everyone has woken up after lingering for too long." Ueno scratched his head: "That's almost enough, right?"

"...You've just drank a few and you're already lazy?"

"Anyway, it doesn't matter if you have more or less. The worst thing is that everyone should even it out. They won't care anyway."

"so be it."

Yamashita shook his head and turned around to wave. Immediately, a subordinate rolled a cement bucket over. After opening the lid, a frightened middle-aged man poked his head out. He wanted to say something. Then the machine started, and the cement in the huge pipe came out. Rushing, covering that face.

Put the lid on, the next one, and the next one.

Until finally, the pale-faced William was pushed forward, struggling hard in the bucket, screaming, "No, no, I will give you money, I have a lot of money... Ten million! Ten million! Fifty million ! Fifty million is fine...US dollars! It’s all US dollars!”

"Hey, Ueno." Yamashita smoked a cigarette, thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?"

"Why don't we have ramen tonight? Is there any soy sauce?"

"Ah, I prefer pork bones." Ueno thought for a moment and suggested: "Would you like to try Dongxia Yizhou's spicy hell meal?"

Yamashita shook his head, "Why don't we just drink a bar."

"Well, let's have a drink."

Ueno nodded and pulled the handbrake. Amidst the roar of the machine, screams sounded, and soon, only vague curses were left. William in the barrel yelled: "The Freedom Alliance will not let you go...absolutely not...wuwuwu...wuwuwu..."

By the end, that face was also covered in gray grout.

Close the lid.

Half an hour later, the quick-drying cement had sealed a thick shell. Rows of cement barrels rolled to the edge of the sand dredger.

"one two three!"

There was a pop and water rose.

You're done.

The sea breeze blows warmly in the distance, the vast expanse of blue waves ripples slightly, and the sky is clear and cloudless.

It's nice weather.

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Far away on the gray shore of the border, it was raining heavily at the moment.

At the headquarters of the Wanderers Freedom Alliance, Anna stood in the elevator, chewing gum and looking up at the changes in the floor indicators.

There was a ding.

The elevator door opens.

The light illuminated the girl's red sweatshirt. Under the hood, a smile appeared on her young cheeks.

Toward the prey.

Happy birthday Xiao Huaishi~