Little by little, Crow's face turned red, this time, not from horror, but from excitement.

He had recognized, yes, it was Him.

The long-missing, true Angel of the Son......

Pastor Crowe's eyes were left with only Calvin walking towards him.

Those cold eyes and divine wings.

That kind of beauty does not come from the human body visible to the naked eye, but a kind of soul impact, a kind of spiritual infection.

Pastor Crowe had never really devoted himself to the nascent religion until the young man entered the basement, and he had to admit that the reason why he had put so much effort into the Adventists was more for his own benefit.

But at this moment-

After the true angel, the divine one who can save the fallen souls of the world, came to him, he finally realized his previous foolishness and absurdity.

He finally found his faith and salvation.

"Exalted God, Great Son, Thou hast heard my voice, Thou hast ......"

A look of ecstasy appeared on Crowe's face, and he stared at Calvin in a daze, and whispered incoherently.

But before he could finish his unfinished words, the object of his worship did something completely unexpected to him.

Calvin raised the blade in his hand, the cold metal blade against Crow's throat.

"I've never been an angel. ”

Calvin lowered his eyes and whispered.

He looked at Crow with a very focused gaze, and Crow could even glimpse a trace of pain and struggle through his dark purple eyes, as well as ...... I can't bear it.

But when Crowe tried to discern Calvin's eyes, the fragile emotion was as long as his hallucination.

Reverend Crow's pupils shrank, and he felt a little confused, the ecstasy of the angel's arrival had not yet faded from his brain, but an even more faint sense of foreboding began to evaporate.

"I'm sorry. ”

Immediately afterward, Crow saw Calvin's lips twitch and utter the apology.

"No, no—"

Pastor Crowe finally reacted, his body tensing as he tried to pull away from Calvin's presence. But his struggle eventually only caused him to fall backwards with his chair to the ground.

Crowe's head hit the ground hard, but he didn't even feel the pain, and before he could scream, Calvin came to him and leaned down.

"Don't kill me—I was wrong—no—"

Pastor Crow let out a scream like a dying animal. The Smiths, who were next to him, also realized that a tragedy was about to happen, and they screamed at the same time.

"It's noisy. ”

At some point, "The Red Deer" came to Calvin's side, and he glanced obliquely at Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and muttered a little distressed.

The veins in Calvin's forehead jumped slightly.

Before "Red Deer" could speak again, he preemptively walked past the man and towards the Smiths.

In a rather rude manner, Calvin picked up the unfinished silver tape from the Red Deer, and then without mercy he put it on the mouths of the Smiths.

"Woooooooooo......oo Hmmm......"

"Uh-huh......"

The miserable cry was instantly silenced.

Calvin inadvertently met the couple's eyes, and his movements froze, and then quickly looked away.

"Well, you're still so soft-hearted. ”

"Red Deer" crossed his hands around his chest and watched Calvin do it all with a smile before he spoke.

Calvin's forehead oozed cold sweat from his words.

Although the tone and expression of "Red Deer" were exactly the same as before, Calvin still inexplicably realized that his previous actions made the other party feel dissatisfied.

If he hadn't taped the mouths of the Smiths first, "Red Deer" would have actually cut out their tongues with scissors — it sounds more like something out of a Hollywood horror movie, but Calvin knew that "Red Deer" would have done just that.

And just as Calvin envisioned, "Red Deer" always captures very clearly what makes Calvin feel pain and struggle.

"Alright, baby, you've wasted so much time with irrelevant people, I'm about to lose patience—"

"Red Deer" approached the whimpering Pastor Crow, then stomped on the priest's head and smiled at Calvin.

His eyes, his smile, and every word that came out of his mouth were indistinguishable from the real devil.

"Don't procrastinate any longer and try to stall for time. You're going to have to deal with it all - not to mention that you're not so indecisive when you burned the crowd at Angelstown Church alive. ”

As the words of "Red Deer" fell, the other three people in the basement fell into real silence as if they had lost their souls.

The silence that comes from that uncontrollable stiffness of fear.

Calvin felt his stomach cramping.

"I know. ”

He said.

He returned to Crow with his skate, and then he pressed Crow's cheek, forcing the struggling fat man to turn his head and expose his arteries.

"Do it, baby. ”

"The Red Deer" crouched behind Calvin and whispered in his ear.

There was a gloomy smell in the air that words could not describe.

Something intangible, twisted was hovering and rubbing behind some invisible door.

That's a threat.

If Calvin continued to hesitate, the couple behind him would be dragged behind a "door" that could be opened at any moment, and they would be greeted with an experience worse than death.

There was no real communication or communication, but Calvin realized that he could already capture the thoughts and thinking patterns of "Red Deer".

"Hurry up, honey, you can ......"

Calvin shuddered and thrust his skate blade into Crowe's neck.

The not-so-sharp blade made rough marks on Crowe's neck, and blood poured out slowly, but Calvin didn't really cut the man's arteries.

But even so, the near-death experience caused Crow to struggle like crazy.

He cried and screamed, his face rubbing against the rough basement floor, and the metal chair strapped to him pounded heavily on the ground with a "thump" sound.

Calvin felt like he was going crazy.

He stared at the blood on Crowe's neck, the red that seemed to invade his retina, staining everything he could see.

"Right...... Sorry ......"

Calvin whispered incessantly.

Suddenly, Calvin felt that as he cut open the man's veins and take his life, he was afraid that his own mind would be completely broken, twisted, and then die.

"Calvin, don't let me lose patience—"

The ghostly voice of the "Red Deer" drifted far into Calvin's ears.

But what Calvin could really hear was a different voice.

It's even more unfamiliar, but there's an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

That's not human language.

Rather, a more obscure and hoarse scream.

It is only in the deepest, darkest hell that you can hear such a sound.

But at this time, Calvin heard.

[Destroy all this, kill this person, kill all this, fall into the darkness, you like this, stink□□ you can do it, kill this person, pull out the brain, blood is everywhere, but you will be happy, you know you can, you will kill this person, stay-]

Calvin's pupils dilated, and his eyes became misty and hollow.

Then his wrist strained slightly, and the blade, which was supposed to be blunt, sliced through Crow's skin, muscles, and then ...... like a hot blade cutting into butter

"No, stop. ”

Just as Calvin was about to slice open the veins in Crowe's neck, a cold hand suddenly reached out from behind him and grasped him firmly.

Calvin looked back in a daze, staring blankly at the man with the turquoise eyes.

The one who caught him turned out to be the "Red Deer" who had forced him to kill people before.

"Calvin, no—"

Calvin heard a voice with an English accent.

"Red Deer" now looked completely out of touch with Handsome, and he seemed to be in such extreme pain that every facial muscle spasmed and twitched, and tears and saliva poured uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes and mouth.

"Let go, let go of your hands, let the knife stay there...... I'll figure it out...... Save his ......"

Calvin even suspected that he had finally had a nervous breakdown, which was why he heard the voice that reassured him at this time.

Although at this moment, the voice was very muffled because of the muscle spasms.

"Fugg, is it you?!"

Calvin turned around and hugged the other.

Almost at the same time, "Red Deer", or rather, Fuge, suddenly collapsed.

His body was constantly rolling and twitching on the ground, like a patient with a seizure. Calvin couldn't care about anything else, and he held the green-eyed man's body in his arms, shouting Fugg's name.

"Oh my God, Fugg, please, come back!"

Gradually, the struggle in this exorcist seems to have come to an end.

"Get out—"

Calvin was horrified to hear the hiss of the "red deer."

"The one who should roll...... It's you ......."

But soon, Fugna's calm English tone overshadowed the screams of "Red Deer".

The abnormal muscle twitches on his face gradually disappeared, and the demeanor of the whole person gradually changed from the evil of the "red deer" to the calm and indifference of the British doctor.

Calvin had been unable to take his eyes off the face of the man in his arms.

When the personality named Fugg finally settled in this body and the "Red Deer" was no longer to be found, Calvin realized that he was holding his breath all along.

His heart was beating faster than ever, and his emotions were in an uncontrollable situation like a little adolescent girl.

"Fugg, are you right?

The man's face was very ugly, and when he heard Calvin's trembling question, he turned his gaze to the other man.

"It's me. ”

Fugg said.

"I'm back. ”

The author has something to say: If you dare to bully Lao Tzu like this, the dead can come back to life. ——by Fuge 166 Reading Network