O God!

Help me!

Let your glory walk among men, illuminating all darkness and cutting out all evil......

Landingale was on his knees with his back against the wall of the inn, his head bowed, his hands clasped tightly to his chest, his mouth reciting the holy scriptures, thinking of the Father of Heaven, the Lord of all, and begging Him to set his eyes on this miserable world.

Death, for her, is actually a relief.

However, she has people who can't be left behind, and when she thinks that without herself, that poor little girl will have no one to love, at that time, her uncle, who only has money in his eyes, is likely to abandon her, leaving her helpless in the world, drifting with the tide, like a duckweed, growing up, it is just a fantasy, a kind of luck, as for happiness, most of it will have nothing to do with her.

Thinking of this, this girl with the pseudonym Jiao Fangting is going to break her heart!

She couldn't accept such a fate!

My God!

Help me!

She could not hear the footsteps, the young man's feet were silent, and yet, even if she did not look up, Landingale knew that the monster was approaching step by step, as if she had been haunted by horror stories as a child, and when the wind had eaten and the shadow of the curtains drifted on the bed, when the shadow was getting closer and closer to her, her horror would be a little more terrifying.

It's like darkness is coming at night!

The monsters walked in front of him, only an inch away from each other, and at the nearest point, only an inch away, and if they came into contact, Randolph would fall into the abyss like his own men.

One inch!

Only an inch!

It's the distance between life and death!

I don't know how long it took, but Randolph felt that his control over his body had increased a little, and he twisted his head and looked to the left, and the darkness leaped into view, obscuring his vision, and in the darkness, there was a wisp of gold shaking.

The blonde should be the color of Fantine's hair.

It turned out that this monster was really here for Fantine.

Bastard!

......

A lifetime is like a picture in front of your eyes.

The old people say that when a person is dying, the past will reappear, at that time, time seems to stand still, there is no meaning of existence, and in the end, you will die in the most impressive picture of you.

Landingale has always disagreed with this statement.

Only saints can be reborn after death, however, saints are speechless and cannot tell the world after death to the masses.

Therefore, when the undead speak of the afterlife, it is nothing but nonsense.

Now, the last image in Landingale's mind was of a man, the man who had landed her in such a field.

It was the first time she had met him, and she sat timidly on a café chair with a female worker from the same factory, who sat across from her, smiling softly at him.

His teeth were very white, and he was particularly dazzling by the sunlight that came in through the window, and his smile was as bright as the sun, and at first glance, Landingale was also sunk in, and when she was growing up, she met mostly some rude men, and it was rare to meet such a polite and beautiful gentleman, and at that time, her face was suddenly like an autumn apple.

So, there was everything that followed!

A dream!

Not a dream she thought it was, but a nightmare!

It turns out that good-looking gentlemen don't necessarily look that good!

Looking back on the past, there is regret, pain, sadness, sadness, and finally, there is relief......

Oh, God!

Bless my poor darling!

A lifetime of peace and security, smooth and smooth......

A dark shadow enveloped his body, and his eyes darkened, and Landingale prayed, closing his eyes.

......

Ryan stood beside her, an invisible line of cause and effect between him and Landingale in the void rift, connected to each other.

Tonight, he entered the sea of blood, sat on the throne, listened to prayers, and in the midst of many prayers, he grasped a voice, and the fear in that voice had an air familiar to him, so he listened to the call of the other party, and walked along the invisible line of cause and effect through the endless void.

He's been here for a minute or two.

He did not eagerly attach himself to Landingale's body, but stood aside, observing the young man, behind the young man, a huge humanoid black shadow was suspended, to be precise, like a huge fetus with unclear facial features, everything was in the process of forming, but it was not really formed, and there was a strong breath of pain in this black shadow.

When those people came into contact with the young people, the dark shadow also indirectly came into contact with those people.

As a result, people's flesh and blood are exhausted, and the vitality of life is instantly absorbed by the black shadow, the black shadow does not seem to care about these vitality, it has no desire to actively absorb the vitality of human beings, everything is passive, just like a group of ancient mammoth giant elephants gather and migrate, if you bump into any cats and dogs on the road, it can only be regarded as those cats and dogs are unlucky, and the mammoth itself does not care.

Ryan had thought that his appearance would attract the attention of the dark shadow.

The dark shadow was just like him, although there was a causal thread connected to a human, but the entity was in the void, and the nature of each other was the same, then, just like he could see the other, that guy could sense his own presence.

However, the dark shadow was not aware of Ryan's presence.

Is it because it has never been formed?

Or is it because the level of the Golden Book is higher than that monster?

The monster's attention was all on Landingale, and it was also it that drove the young man towards Landingale, half of the young man's self-will had collapsed, and the other half was also eroded by the black shadow, slowly eroding.

Just one step away, he will lose himself completely.

The young man seemed to have willingly dedicated his soul to that monster, wanting to obtain extraordinary power, similar to a sacrifice, if not, it would be difficult for the void monster to perfectly control a person's body, and even if it could descend to control, that body would quickly decay, and soon there would be no way to use it.

As for that young man, he is now just an ordinary person.

The reason why he was able to kill all sides, and to make Randolph and other villains scatter and be scared to the point of urine, was nothing more than because of the monster behind him, even if the monster had not yet descended in the real world, just a certain breath leaked by the young man was enough to deter these ordinary people, so that they lost the courage to resist, and could only wait for the arrival of death in despair.

Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of!

After all, this guy hasn't completely descended yet!

What he needs should be some kind of special pain, and that's why this guy is crazy about killing those street girls, right?

With a thought, Ryan's form disappeared into the void.

Inside the hallway, Landingale raised his head and opened his eyes.