The passage behind the door is long.

Narrow.

Bright with a dark red light.

The surrounding walls are irregular rock protrusions, which, combined with the dim red light, make the passage look like the cavels of some kind of animal.

No one spoke.

Only footsteps sounded rhythmically throughout the passage.

The door behind him was long closed.

It's like the whole world that belongs to ordinary people has been completely obscured.

The group walked for more than two minutes under the leadership of the mustachioed boss Furuma before finally reaching the end.

Although the angle was not too obvious, Zeng Jingheng still sensed that they were deep underground at the moment with his excellent insight.

It can only be said that the design of the roadway just now is really good.

The Cult of the Immortal God is hidden deep underground, and it's no wonder that ordinary people can't find it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to reach is the other side of eternal life, but I want to remind you that everything has a price, just like the eternal night before the dawn, and before eternal life you must also experience absolute death, this is the principle of equivalent exchange, and it is also the foundation of our Cult of the Immortal God." The mustachioed Furuma stood in front of an old iron door, facing everyone, his face flickering in the dim light, "So if someone is afraid of death at this time and wants to quit, I won't stop it, but once you enter this door, it is equivalent to accepting the faith of my lord, and there is no possibility of exiting, either death or eternal life!" ”

The last sound, he pronounced it in an almost chanting way, and even Zeng Jingheng, who didn't understand Japanese, felt a little fanaticism in it.

No one quit.

It's all come to this point, it's just one foot away, and eternal life is in front of you.

So what is a short death?

Everyone looked at Furuma with longing in their eyes.

"Very well, you have a very strong faith, and I hope that this steadfastness of yours can continue as always, otherwise, the punishment of our lord will come at any time." After Gu Ma finished saying this, he didn't say anything more, and as soon as he raised his hand, the old iron door slowly opened.

While Furuma was talking, Hattori had been using his mobile phone to translate for Zeng Jingheng, and he was also saying some of his own opinions.

He said that he had been tasked with investigating the Cult of the Immortals before, but that any lead would be broken if it reached the Templar café.

After that, several police officers were sent to go undercover, and they also disappeared mysteriously.

Just when he was about to go into battle on his own for the last time, an incident of the Dark Group occurred.

So he was a little excited, thinking that after coming to this iron gate, it would be the truth of everything.

Just a short period of eternal life after death.

Zeng Jingheng felt a little bad.

He wanted to persuade the ministry to quit at this time, but saw his feverish eyes.

I'm afraid that it is useless to persuade most of them.

As the iron door opened completely, it revealed a darkroom that was even more dimly lit inside.

The fanatical candidates who were chosen began to step into this place of eternal life one by one.

When Zeng Jingheng arrived, the mustachioed Gu Ma glanced at him and whispered something.

Looking at the smile he revealed, it was probably some kind of encouragement.

The person in front of me really walked into the dark room behind the iron door.

It is a very large hall.

The style is very retro, like a place of worship for some ancient Western gods.

The quaint rocky floor, the dark torches hanging around it, and the large altar-like cross in the center of the hall.

A qiē and a qiē all seem mysterious and desolate.

"Boom-" When the last person stepped into the hall.

The door behind him slammed shut, and Zeng Jingheng turned around to find that the door was not the original iron door, but a stone door in this hall.

When the stone door is closed, it means that the outside world is completely cut off.

Those who enter this hall have become lambs from nowhere.

You can only choose death, or eternal life.

But it was obvious that the group of candidates were all people who were already in their right minds, and no one showed a look of surprise.

They all looked at the mustache Furuma with a feverish expression.

"Very well, the next step is the ritual to eternal life, some people will be reborn in death, some people will die completely, life and death are all in your thoughts, come on." Furuma walked solemnly under the giant altar of the cross, opened his hands, and motioned for the first person to step forward.

Without much hesitation, a young guy who looked like a student in his early twenties took a deep breath and walked up.

"Good." Furuma nodded, took what was probably a ritual tool from the altar of the cross, and handed it to the young man.

The young man took it and was stunned for a moment.

The tool was also in the shape of a cross, but the end was particularly sharp and could easily puncture the skin.

He was a little confused because he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

"Thrust the holy vessel into thy heart, Lamb, and thou shalt hear the voice of our Lord and be freed from the bosom of death forever." Furuma said in a solemn tone, or rather indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was still fanatical in their eyes was stunned.

Are you kidding?

Pierce that cross into the heart, and you'll die!

They have come for eternal life, not for death.

If they were to die, they would have jumped from the rooftop a long time ago.

"I ......" The young man's originally flushed face turned pale with excitement in an instant, and his hand holding the Holy Vessel of the Cross began to tremble, "I refuse!" ”

"Jingle Bell—" He slammed the Crucify artifact away, shouting loudly.

"You've let me down." Furuma didn't show an angry look at the young man's irritable behavior, and he looked at him with cold eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Bang-" A gunshot rang out.

The young man, who was excited and wanted to say something, immediately fell to the ground.

He's dead.

All eyes were on the source of the gunshots.

In the corner where the light was not shining, I don't know when, a group of people in black robes appeared.

With guns in their hands, they pointed coldly at the so-called candidates.

It was a massacre.

The sudden death woke up the hot-headed people, who wanted to run away and resist, but many guns were pointed at the back of their hearts, ready to turn them into corpses like the young man.

"As I said, once you step into this place, you will accept the faith of our lord, and there is no possibility of exiting, either death or eternal life!" Furuma repeated his previous words and said, "Next." ”

Next.

Death begins.

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