Following the route he remembered, Flo walked through a warehouse full of miscellaneous items, half-crouched by the door, put down the Bluewing pistol, and opened the half-deflated backpack again by the light of the street lamp outside.

“1，2，3...... 10，11...... Subtract this one, and there are 10 left. ”

Taking out a black square and placing it next to it, glancing at the piles of wood and hay behind him, Flo pursed his lips, this amount is enough, and the rest should all be concentrated in the prayer field where the radio tower is located in the south of the village, as long as the sound of the radio sounds, everyone in the village will move closer to that side.

Ratch~

The sound of something moving came from outside the warehouse, and Flo hurriedly took his backpack and hid behind the door.

The rudimentary wooden walls were only tied with straw ropes, and there were quite a few gaps in between, and Flo could see the shadows of two men faintly reflected in the light outside the warehouse.

Glancing at his watch, it was 10 o'clock, when he was still in the village, this time should be the evening prayer and rest time, there should be no one on the road in the village, so he could easily touch here, who would have thought that someone would suddenly appear.

Flo could only pray for now that the two men had not come to inspect the warehouse, and to move as carefully as possible behind the two more secluded haystacks.

His prayers worked, half the way to act.

The two men did not enter the warehouse, but stopped at the door of the warehouse......

"Today is the night of the full moon, the day when we dedicate ourselves to the Lord and ascend to the kingdom of heaven, are you ready?"

Of course, I look forward to this day and will be the most glorious moment of my life to see the Lord's face. ”

"That's true. ”

......

The conversation outside the warehouse didn't last long, and the two went in other directions, but Flo inside the warehouse turned pale.

"Dedication Day!"

Flo hammered his forehead in annoyance, he considered many situations, but did not take into account the fact that the village would give to their so-called Lord on the night of the full moon on certain months of the year.

In fact, he can't be blamed for this, after all, because of the particularity of his status, he has never been asked by the cultists to participate in this activity, and the dedication day is only determined on the full moon night of each month, not in which month.

The problem before Flo now was that he had split up with Mr. Bruce, and that he didn't have a communicator, and that it would take him a lot of time to find him in the village, which meant that he would have to put aside what he was doing for a while, and if he didn't find Mr. Bruce for a long time, he would mess up the whole plan.

Moreover, Flo thinks that even if he finds Mr. Bruce, he will not be able to solve the current predicament, and on the day of dedication, there will be a large number of cultists gathered in the sacrificial ground outside the village, and even terrifying creatures will appear, and he does not think that Mr. Bruce can fight them alone.

Rather than failing in the whole situation, it is better to find a way to accomplish what you can first, and then consider other actions.

......

On the premise of knowing that there were a large number of mutants of spiritual pollution sources hidden in this village, Zhu Jue's actions became more and more cautious.

Although the pace of progress was much slower, as there were no more accidents along the way, he soon came across the church in the middle of the village.

It is not as luxurious as expected, except for the tall tower at the top of the main entrance, there is a two-story main church building next to it, which occupies an area about twice the size of the surrounding houses, and is surrounded by a gravel paved road, which distinguishes it from the surrounding houses.

Zhu Jue crouched on the roof of the house closest to the church and looked at the bell tower about 5 meters away across the street.

Taking off his shoes and socks, a diamond-shaped sand block formed by sand and gravel appeared in his palm, and then extended a sand rope downward, Zhu Jue grabbed the middle section, aimed at the position, and shook the sand rope to throw the diamond-shaped sand block towards the top of the clock tower.

When it gets close to a certain distance, the diamond-shaped sand block immediately begins to transform into a hideous sand snake, actively coiling around the bell tower, and after wrapping it around a few times, it opens its mouth wide and gnaws directly at the corner of the bell tower, and the fangs are embedded, which can be regarded as helping Zhu Jue fix the position.

"Well done, I don't usually raise you in vain!"

Complimented the scavenger, the next thing was easy, Zhu Jue just jumped forward, and the scavenger, who had already fixed his position, immediately began to pull and retract in reverse, dragging Zhu Jue's whole person towards the position of the bell tower.

"This is the ...... I should tell Flo that my name is Peter Parker. ”

Zhu Jue, who was barefoot, relied on the spider's ability to crouch against the wall in a position perpendicular to the tower, and looked down at his own state and muttered to himself.

Retracting the ability, the body planted to the top of the church, and finally relied on the support of both hands, lightly rolled forward, directly to the top of the church near the skylight, through the skylight to spy on the situation in the church.

I have to say that it is better to come early than to come by coincidence.

Inside the church

Rows of white candles were placed in rings, and about 9 black-robed people knelt in the middle of the candle circle, chanting some kind of strange incantation in their mouths, and Zhu Jue on the roof felt the buzzing in his head almost instantly.

These guys are performing some kind of evil ritual!

"Yay! Sabu Nicholas, the black goat of the forest that gave birth to thousands of offspring!"

When they pronounced a particular syllable, the cultists suddenly looked up at the roof of the church and shouted a word that Zhu Jue could hear.

Then they began to let out noisy, meaningless, yet disgusting cries again, with no fixed tone, just random shouts, as if to imitate some chaotic evil being.

"It's noisy......"

Gripping the handle of the knife of the three days and moons, Zhu Jue was not ready to listen to this crazy howl again, he wanted to shut up these guys!

However, just as he was about to break the skylight and forcibly transform into a berserker, the noise under the skylight suddenly stopped, and he bent down to check again, and found that some of the cultists had already gotten up and walked to the offering table where they had been kneeling before.

There was a bamboo basket covered with black cloth, and there seemed to be something in it, constantly pushing the cloth that covered it.

The man stood in front of the people who were still kneeling on the ground with a bamboo basket the size of a washbasin, as if whispering something, and then one by one the others got up and put their hands into the basket.

Zhu Jue clearly saw that they all seemed to be injured when they pulled their hands out again, and the blood kept dripping on the floor, but no one made a sound.

Suddenly, a corner of the black cloth was stretched back for some distance because of the struggle of the thing it was covering, and Zhu Jue subconsciously leaned towards the skylight.

A pitch-black tentacle!

"Tsk..... A group of cultists who like to carry lanterns I met before, this time I met a group of guys who like to worship tentacle monsters. ”

Zhu Jue temporarily pressed the idea of directly killing these people, he wanted to find out what these people were doing in this village.

"The time of dedication has come, and the great Lord's Son will be born before us in the following Dedication Day ceremony!"

It was still the black-robed man holding the bamboo basket, he held the bamboo basket in his hand high, and the frenzy between his words made Zhu Jue realize that the basket was probably not a good thing.

It's just that at this time, compared to the contents of the basket, Zhu Jue is more concerned about the next dedication day ceremony that the person said.

The cultists did not stay in the church, and immediately began to move out after completing the ritual they had just done, as if they were going somewhere, and the bamboo basket was also taken away by them.

This time, Zhu Jue didn't wait any longer, and used the sand scavenger to open the skylight and jump directly into the church.

He didn't check anything, but rushed to the church door at great speed the moment he hit the ground, opening a gap and deliberately making a noise.

Squeak~

The sound of the gate turning unsurprisingly attracted the attention of the men at the end of the line, who had only walked out a few steps.

"Just one...... Don't be the one who takes the lead...... It's a condition for you to live a few more minutes. ”

Zhu Jue wanted to know what these cultists wanted to do, and the best way was naturally to blend directly into their team, so that he could eavesdrop on the conversations of these people at close range, but he couldn't replace the leader, because that guy's status was obviously different from the cultists around him, and it was easy to be recognized.

As it turned out, Zhu Jue's luck was good, although three people found out that the church door was opened, but in the end it was only one of them who came to close the door, and the other two just looked at it and turned their heads and continued walking.

The man had been trotting back almost all the way back in order not to be left behind, but when he reached for the doorknob, a dark brown tentacle had wrapped around his arm.

Before he could react, more than a dozen tentacles suddenly rushed out of the crack in the door, and from his cuffs and the hem of the black robe, they directly came into complete intimate contact with him.

"I heard you like tentacles...... Not satisfied?"

Zhu Jue leaned against the door of the church, looking at the cultists who were dragged into the church by the scavengers and devoured, their faces hidden and dark.

For these guys who don't treat people as people, Zhu Jue naturally can't treat them as people.

"I ..... Hmmm......"

The cultist, who was wrapped in the sand snake transformed by the scavenger, stretched out his hand to Zhu Jue, and wanted to say something but was immediately covered with his mouth, and finally could only fall to the side with fear in his eyes.

In less than ten seconds, the scavenger drove the black robe and draped it over Zhu Jue's body, and when the door of the church was opened again, out of it came a middle-aged man with a thin face and a cold light in his eyes.

Zhu Jue trotted to keep up with the team that had just walked to the corner in front, and didn't say much after approaching, just stood at the back of the line and followed step by step.

The person in front of him didn't come over to ask him anything, but just glanced at it, made sure there was no problem, and continued walking.

The whole team came to a clearing in the village and stopped, Zhu Jue's eyes scanned the surroundings, and found nothing special.

At this moment, there was a noise from the radio station not far away, and then some strange voice like a spell sounded!