The nightmarish anxiety and tension were too much for Benedict to bear, and when the eerie melody was briefly interrupted, Benedict rushed over and slammed the door open, and the howling autumn wind followed.

Quiet, dark, only a cold moonlight like a white veil.

Benedict stepped out of the threshold and stood in front of the door, panting heavily.

The moment he looked down, a small thing slid and moved. After glaring wide-eyed, Benedict almost vomited, and it was a human hand, severed from the wrist, and the flesh was rotten and blackened, like the hand of a newly dead person who had been chopped off in the process of decaying.

There was even foul-smelling dirt hanging on the fingers and in the long nails.

Damn it!

Benedict almost jumped.

That hand was able to move.

Five fingers stood up, like a crab, and wriggled down the hallway.

It seems to be running away!

Benedict got the courage out of nowhere, and while he was disgusted, he followed quickly. For ordinary people, he may have been scared to pee his pants and hide in his room, but he is a priest, baptized by the Holy Spirit, and must have the courage to face the devil.

As for peeing your pants?

No way!

I'm trained!

The human hand quickly slipped into the corner, stopped suddenly, turned around, and stretched out a middle finger.

Benedict took a deep breath, pulled the Holy Spirit Cross in his palm, and quickly followed.

The hand was still moving like a crab.

It's not fast, it's not slow.

It seems to be waiting for him.

Following it all the way, Benedict hurriedly looked up and found himself in the church's public cemetery, which was safe and ruined, crooked wooden crosses.

In the white veil of the moonlight, many black spots began to squirm in an irregular, indescribable way.

Soon, Benedict recognized the blackened, rotting human feet, and walked around jumping and hopping. There are also internal organs that can't tell what kind of organ they are, and they crawl like mud monsters.

The whole cemetery is full of this terrifying and evil ghost.

The smell of rotting flesh filled the air.

Benedict's face began to contort as he was tormented by the fear within, and his body shook violently, like a malaria patient.

"The Holy Spirit blesses all beings, and evil is not hidden. The illusion of the devil cannot deceive the devout believer. Benedict's lips trembled, and he prayed incessantly, then closed his eyes and hurried back.

When he fumbled his way back to the door of his room, he remembered all the horrors of the cemetery. His body was still shaking.

Back in his room, Benedict tried to lock the door. Suddenly, I heard the sound of Suosuo's footsteps outside the door, as if something was wandering through a door.

Who is it!?

Benedict was frightened, as if an invisible iron hand had pressed him to the door. Time seemed to slow down, and I don't know how long it took, and the footsteps faded away.

Benedict was sweating profusely and collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, through the gap in the wooden door, there seemed to be an eye flashing.

Benedict's scalp was torn apart in an instant.

Almost at the same time, there was a sudden slight noise behind him, and Benedict turned his head to see a terrible black shadow motionless in the moonlight, where the bed and the wall were connected, in the moonlight.

Like the shadow of a bent man, barely able to discern the outlines of his limbs, but he had no head, and the neck seemed to be severed by a severed head.

The eyeballs outside the door, the figure on the wall.

Benedict was clinging to the door, unable to advance or retreat, and his blood was clotting.

Everything was quiet again.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, but a warm current flowed out of Benedict's crotch.

Yes, he was trained.

It doesn't pee.

Unless you can't hold it back.

In a trance, the urine in the crotch of his pants became cold, the moonlight became more and more dim, the black shadow on the wall expanded silently, and the upper body extended to the roof, condescending.

The suffocating force almost stopped his heart.

Now he realized that the demons depicted in the scriptures were mere words and pictures, distant and meaningless. The real demon can only feel the great horror when he is around.

The concept of time is almost gone, and Benedict's soul is wandering, trance-like, and in a trance......

Benedict struggled to open his eyes as a ray of sunlight poured in through the crack in the door, and he didn't even know when he had fallen asleep, or fainted.

His clothes were soaking wet, like he had been fished out of the river.

Luckily, the whole room was filled with sunlight.

Got through it!

Benedict was relieved, and realized the seriousness of the matter, so he quickly got up from the ground, rushed to the desk, and just picked up the letter with only the title written on it, and the whole person froze.

To the Supervisor of Crimanes. ”

In the margins below, there is a huge painting that occupies the entire length of the text.

Taunt!

The taunt of the red fruit!

Benedict threw away the letter like a plague, remembering the unbearable last night, and feeling a great insult as a believer in the Holy Spirit.

Graveyards, Shadows and Devils!

It's all the devil's trick!

He's just going to play with that, and he can't hurt me at all!

Benedict seems to have grasped the key point, and no matter how horrific the scene was, it didn't actually cause him any substantial harm.

I will eradicate you, the root of the devil.

Benedict rushed out of the room like crazy, all the way to the storeroom, grabbed a shovel, and ran to the cemetery behind the church.

In his mind, this was the devil's lair.

Pulling out the wooden cross, the shovel flew up, and soon he dug up a corpse wrapped in a straw mat, not yet completely decomposed, with shriveled skin and organs, and a curled posture, resembling a skeleton in human skin.

"Burn you, I'm going to burn you damned things! It is your blasphemy against the Holy Spirit that breeds horrible evil spirits. Burn it, burn it all. ”

Benedict, with red eyes, began to dig up the second one.

"Nelly, Lord Reverend is not in the room. ”

The two tenant farmers, who had risen early, felt that Benedict's room was empty. They were honest farmers who listened to the young priest of Waterdeep.

"I don't know what he went through yesterday. ”

"Hey, Nelly, Samson. Come and see. ”

Aunt Tracey, a peasant woman with a big waist and a round waist, with a broom in her hand, shouted with horror on her face.

Nelly and Samson hurried over, only to see Benedict, dressed in white, wielding a shovel in the public cemetery behind the church, digging a grave.

The three of them looked at each other with horror on their faces. Samson, who was more courageous, hurriedly ran over, stood by the cemetery, and asked in a trembling voice, "Lord Reverend, what are you ...... This is. ”

"Devils!" Benedict did not raise his head, his voice full of hatred, "This is a breeding ground for devils, and such evil must not be allowed in the church." Never allow!"

"Magic ...... Devil?" Samson swallowed.

"Burn it! It must be burned!"

"Demons will be purified by flames!"

"We have to overcome it in order to overcome ourselves!"

Benedict's hideous face and hoarseness, and the bare graves and the white bones of Sensen, frightened the three simple peasants.

"Mom!" said Aunt Tracey, throwing away the broom in fright, turning around and running.

"Come, destroy the demons, and you will be favored by the Holy Spirit! You people, nay, all of you, come and make amends for your mistakes. ”

Uncle Nelly's voice trembled: "Samson, this ...... This ......"

Samson also swallowed heavily: "I think, I think, I should go and inform the nobles in the town." ”

"I, I'll go, you stay here and watch...... Your Excellency. ”

Uncle Nelly's heart was a little unbearable, and he ran out of the smoke.

In the morning, the people of Daotan Town were alarmed, and the same story was told everywhere in the streets and alleys - there was an evil spirit in the church and the priest was digging a grave.