Giorrando was a little awake, and opened his eyes slightly, it was dim, and the whole room could only hear the noise of the gutter, and everything was so quiet.

Suddenly! A miserable white face appeared in sight, and slowly a man dressed in black crawled out of the corner next to him, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor.

Chilling, the fat priest's pupils dilated unconsciously, and his nails thrust into his palms.

Chorlando was not very daring.

When you're home alone, Jolando gets scared.

Cockroaches will be scared when they crawl at their feet, they will be scared when they are alone at home after seeing the blood, and they will be afraid when they stand on a high place and look down at them, in short, Jolando is a coward.

Jorando wondered why he had the courage to turn back to the old dean, he should have just run away or pretended not to know, and continued to mingle with the demons, but he did it!

"Help me!" The voice broke Giolando's trance-like spirit and brought him back to his senses a little, a living person.

The fat priest cautiously crawled over and flipped the man over, it was so miserable!

What greeted him was a horrible sight, the man's tattered clothes were covered with filthy vomit and feces, and even more chilling was that his legs were missing, and all he saw was white bones.

The two thigh bones were white, and there were still some remnants of flesh hanging on them, and the bleeding along the broken place had not stopped, and it was already dying.

"You! You! You! Who are you? Jolando asked in a trembling voice, this man's miserable condition was too terrifying.

"Huh!" The man saw the priest's attire and rolled his eyes.

After Cholando confirmed that the person in front of him was not a demon or a zombie, he had already put his mind at ease, and when he saw this person's attitude, he was angry, he was in danger and didn't know when he might die, and he was scorned.

"What are you laughing at!" Jolando was a little angry, and this dark environment also seemed to affect the human mind, making him irritable.

"It's not enough for you to torture me, why don't you kill me immediately!" The man laughed miserably.

"I'm not with the dean!" After saying that, Qiao Lando was a little depressed, how could he not, in fact, he had already noticed that when he handed over that child to the old dean, he was with those demons.

"I also discovered their secrets, and then I was arrested, I don't know what will happen to me!" After saying this, Jolando felt a little afraid, he didn't want to die yet!

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! The man lay on the ground and coughed up blood, and the blood foamed down the corners of his mouth, and there was no one left.

"You're alright!" Jolando wanted to lift this man up, but this man was so pitiful.

"What do you do!" The man pushed Chorlando's hand away, his godless gaze lifeless.

"We're going to die!" Perhaps it was the imminent death that had hallucinated him, and the seriously injured man began to talk to himself.

"I am a member of the Sword of Damocles, which is under the rule of Caesar of the Empire, and we were originally ordered to investigate the property of this monastery and the local monks for misdeeds.

I guess it's going to be a big deal, and I guess it's another icon movement, and then you can take the opportunity to get some gold and silver and leave, and you don't have to be a little mouse underground.

What I didn't expect was that these monks were ostensibly servants of God and had been dedicated wholeheartedly, but in fact they were the deepest hidden Holy Grail heretical sect that the Church had been investigating.

We had some doubts about the whereabouts of the abandoned babies that had been adopted by the monastery for many years, so we went to investigate, and who knew that after entering the church, we were attacked.

And these people, no, these people are not people, they are demons from hell, and they sacrificed the blood of the living to God and tortured all my companions in order to fulfill the last night's supper of my Son Jesus Christ.

My legs were cut off and eaten alive at their memorial service, and the abbot was a satanic incarnation who ate a baby on the spot. ”

Giolando looked at the appearance that life was worse than death, and his legs trembled even more: "Me! I! Will I be eaten too? ”

"Huh?" After saying that, the fat priest rushed over and shook the man's body vigorously.

"Who knows, maybe they'll cut you up little by little and eat it in the sauce! Hahaha! The bleak laughter left Jorando in tears of despair.

"No, I'm going out, I'm going out!" Jorando stood up and tried to find an exit to escape.

"I can't leave, I've looked for it a long time ago, this is a basement, and no one can hear it." The man looked at Chorlando's frightened look and wanted to laugh, but unfortunately he couldn't.

"You keep shouting loudly and you're going to do nothing but attract those horrible ogres!"

The words from the dark corner made Jolando stunned, he found that there was actually a third person, groped past, he vaguely saw a person locked by the chain, his hands and feet were nailed, only a pair of eyes were bright.

"You are?" Qiao Lando hesitated a little, this man looked a little strong, but unfortunately such a punishment has been abolished.

"Don Juan, the former catcher here."

The man looked up at the fat priest with his scruffy bearded face, and gave him an ugly smile, but soon he lowered his head again.

He gasped, it seemed that his body was not as good as it was back then, and he was hopeless, thinking so, this man named Don Juan also sighed.

"The one over there is dying, sit here and talk to me, a wasted man!" Maybe it's because I want to talk and confide in people who are also in distress.

"If you want to hear my story, you have to start from many years ago, about ten years ago, when the old dean was not what he is now.

He was a well-known monk in Bitola, and he did his best to help both the poor and the abandoned children, but until his son died......

Surprised? You monks should be ascetic and believe in God all your life, but the old abbot also found a woman and gave birth to a child.

But that boy had leprosy, and can you imagine that your only son had it!

Actually, I don't know, hehe!

But soon he closed the monastery and rarely came out again, and the local abandoned babies began to decrease and fewer, and I began to lead people to investigate the matter with some doubts.

Probably too careless, he found out, his old man was very polite, and invited me to drink at that time, so I went to ......"

"And then you're in!" Jolando heard the voice coming from behind, he looked back and fell to the ground in fright, it was actually the old dean, and there were more than a dozen people who were also dressed in black robes.

"I don't have enough sacrifices to the Son, I want to recreate the last night's chalice, blood! Blood! Blood! Not enough! ”

Looking at the somewhat crazy old dean, a sense of foreboding rose in Giorando's heart, maybe he couldn't escape!