When the gun went off.

Zeng Jingheng pressed Hattori's hand to pull out the gun.

Not to mention whether Zeng Jingheng can kill all the people here, even if he can kill all the people here by himself.

There is also a good chance that Hattori will die, and of course, most importantly, the trail will be broken.

But Hattori was still furious.

He is the kind of man who is full of enthusiasm and a sense of justice even after the age of blood.

That's why he followed Zeng Jingheng here.

And not just because he likes to be adventurous.

He's also a police officer.

He can't watch innocent people die.

Even if that person dies simply because of his own ignorance and stupidity.

And greed.

But Zeng Jingheng couldn't let him do that.

"Why!" Hattori roared excitedly in Japanese.

"You're going to die." Zeng Jingheng told him in English.

Hattori gasped hard, but in the end he didn't choose to pull out the gun again, but he couldn't let go of the hand on his waist.

The ceremony in the center of the hall continued.

One person died.

The people in the back naturally lost the excitement and impulsiveness they had before.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, you don't want to come forward.

"I'll give you ten seconds to think, after ten seconds, if no one continues to perform the ceremony, don't blame me for being strong, I hope you can realize that believing in eternal life is an extremely glorious thing." Furuma said slowly.

But this group of people is so eager for eternal life, they are naturally extremely afraid of death.

Ten seconds later, no one stepped forward.

"Hypocrisy." Furuma sighed and looked up at the pitch-black ceiling.

Naturally, someone with a gun went to pick the next person to perform the ceremony.

Seeing the two black-robed men who were like deaths approaching, someone finally collapsed, and they chose to resist.

But the shots rang out immediately.

"Da-da-" There was a short burst of gunshots.

The two guys who tried to resist immediately fell to the ground.

The crowd was a little more honest.

An unlucky guy was pulled out of the queue by two black-robed men with guns.

It was an office worker in his thirties, and he let out a hysterical roar as he saw that he was about to die.

"I don't want to die!"

"I don't want to die!"

"I don't want to die!" He shouted in pain, grabbed the ground with both hands, and was dragged by the two black-robed men, grabbing two bloody paths on the ground.

But no one sympathized with his twisted hideous expression, and everyone was silent.

Trembling, afraid of the same fate that was about to come.

"Oh, I seem to have forgotten a little, don't misunderstand, we are not murderers, we didn't trick you into coming here to deliberately slaughter you, eternal life is existing, it just depends on how much you want to live." Furuma looked at the panicked crowd and patted his head, as if remembering something, "As long as you can not die immediately within three seconds after the holy weapon pierces your heart, then I will give you the holy liquid, and you will get a pass to eternal life." ”

As he spoke, he picked up another jar from the altar and held it up to the crowd, revealing a black liquid of unknown what it contained.

"Let's get started." He gave orders to the two black-robed men who were dragging the poor office worker.

The black-robed man picked up the holy artifact that had been discarded by the young man before him and handed it to the poor office worker.

At the same time pointed a gun at his head.

"My patience is starting to deteriorate." Seeing that the office worker was reluctant to take the holy weapon, Furuma said with a smile.

"Yes......" an office worker took the holy object of the cross.

But it really resisted his heart, and his movements stopped.

No one is not afraid of death.

Even Zeng Jingheng is the same.

"Five ......" Furuma began to count down with an expressionless face.

"Four ......"

"Three ......"

The fingers of the black-robed men on both sides had begun to accumulate.

"Ah!!h The office worker roared and stabbed the cross into his heart.

"Poof-" Blood flowed.

"Ah!!h The office worker let out a dying roar in an instant, as if someone had choked his neck and couldn't breathe in any air.

It's really creepy.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"That's it." Furuma stood there and continued to count, and when he reached three, he crouched down, scooped a little black liquid from the jar with a small spoon, and fed it into the office worker's mouth.

At the same time, the cross was pulled out.

"Uh-uh-" The office worker is still making that dying **.

The whole person kept twitching on the ground.

About a minute passed.

He didn't move.

The clouds on everyone's hearts have become heavier.

There's no way you'll survive!

"Ahem—"

"Ahem-" Unexpectedly, the office worker who should have been dead suddenly had a convulsion all over his body, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and slowly opened his eyes.

"I ...... I'm not dead? He looked a little confused at the dim lights around him.

After a while, he burst into tears.

"I ...... I'm really not dead. ”

Actually, it's really not dead?!

People who have lost faith in their lives have once again rekindled hope, can they really live forever?!

Zeng Jingheng narrowed his eyes as he looked at the jar containing the so-called holy liquid, obviously, it was something that came from the body of someone who possessed the ability of Dakrness.

There is a good chance that that person's power is what is called eternal life.

Zeng Jingheng now somewhat understood why the Dakrness power in their bodies in the ancient world was incomplete.

This is something similar to how a vampire develops a descendant, who dilutes his power to transform ordinary people into creatures with incomplete Dakrness powers.

It's just that Zeng Jingheng didn't understand the other party's intentions a little, did he plan to create an impure Dakrness force by this method?

The idea is good.

But these things are too weak, although Zeng Jingheng is not sure to kill all the incomplete Dakrness creatures here.

But that's only because there may be a powerful person hidden here, or even the ontological existence of the immortal power.

If it really depends on these things that are perceived by himself, Zeng Jingheng doesn't take them seriously at all.

Just by fists.

"Next." Furuma announced the continuation of the ceremony with a blank face.

So for the next hour, the candidates who were pointed at gunpoint were in front of Furuma one after another, either excited or frightened.

Desperately to die.

There were about ten of them who did not pass the death test, and died as hypocrites by the ancients.

Fifteen others, who survived the death test.

Finally.

When there are only three people left in the candidate.

It was Zeng Jingheng's turn.

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