They

Lovely minions

Squeezing the blood of a dead body.

Taste the hair of a dead body.

They seem to be obsessed?

They seem to have lost their souls?

but

They seemed to be close to Him.

God's blessings will come to heaven eventually.

Excerpt from The Book of False Gods. Extra. The Head of the Dead

The timeline of this chapter is between 17 and 47 chapters, and the action track of the long negate crime is supplemented.

The gloom swayed, the wind that had stopped, exuding the aftermath of darkness.

It was late at night, and there was silence all around.

Shangling Satian lay on the bed, his head wrapped in the quilt, looking sideways at the shadow in front of the table.

He felt a little strange, he remembered that he went to bed at nine o'clock, and now looking at the sky, at most one or two o'clock in the morning, but he felt that he had slept for a long time.

This is his bedroom, what's that black mass?.

Where did ..... come from?

He narrowed his eyes, nearly a thousand degrees of eyes, maybe he was wrong.

Even if it was a vague mosaic, Kamiling Sattaa could see that the thing was moving, as if he was looking for something on his desk?

"Thief?" Shang Ling Satian thought this at first, but soon denied it, there was no need for thieves to steal valuable things and stay on the desk for so long.

It's eerily quiet.

Kamiryo Sada frowned and tried to blink his eyes, trying to see what the darkness was there.

But it was too dark at night to see anything clearly.

And what made him feel even more terrible was that his body couldn't move...

"Ghost ...... Ghost press? Shangling Satian's voice couldn't help but tremble a little, his mind had always existed, but his body couldn't move.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone talking and chatting.

The voice was behind him, next to the bed where he slept, and it seemed like he couldn't see it.

The voice was so close that it was as if the person who was talking was staring at him and leaning against his back.

He could imagine that there were two people who were talking, staring at him with strange and cold eyes, and chattering with inaudible words in their mouths.

Shangling Satian felt goosebumps pop up all of a sudden.

Click.

Another crunch rang out.

It seemed like the door was open and someone had come in.

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared, and Shangling Satian came back to his senses and saw the black shadow at the table distorted in his eyes slowly and silently standing up, and looked at the body with his back to him motionless.

The black shadow of that type seemed to be wearing a robe, which seemed to be black with long sleeves, loose and empty. The movements of the body are as stiff and precise as a machine.

“.... I..."

Shangling Sadada wanted to speak, but he was horrified to find that he couldn't even make a sound.

His body was like his whole body was cramping, and he was uncontrollably tense and trembling. A large expanse of cold sweat seeped through his vest, and he felt his teeth tremble violently involuntarily.

Click, click.

There was another crisp sound of footsteps at the door, and the footsteps stopped at the end of the bed, as if the person had come to stand still.

Shangling Sada's horror was so great that he tried to shrink his body into the quilt, tried to relax his body as much as possible, wanted to lie down, tried to make it impossible for anyone to come and the shadow to notice that there was anyone on the bed.

He felt that as long as he tried to lie as flat as possible, maybe they would think that the bed was just a thicker quilt.

But his body couldn't move. Severe cramps in my legs and back. So much so that he had to do everything in his power to suppress the tremors and pain.

Click, click, click....

He heard footsteps coming towards the bedside.

The fear in Shangling Sata's heart reached the extreme.

He wanted to close his eyes and keep himself from seeing what was approaching, but the inexplicable horror prevented him from blinking.

Burst!!!

Suddenly, a pair of cold hands reached into the quilt and grabbed his feet.

Yes!!!!!

Shangling Satian screamed violently and sat upright from the bed, he was covered in sweat, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

Huhuhuhu.....

He lowered his head and gasped for breath, breathing in the fresh air.

"I.... I had that dream again....." Shangling Satian bent his legs and touched the position that had just been grabbed by his cold hand.

I had the same dream a week ago, but in the dream, I seemed to have lost the memory of having this dream, otherwise I wouldn't have been scared by the same scene for a week.

He looked out the window with palpitations, the big locust tree outside was swaying its branches and leaves, and he couldn't see anything under the tree, it seemed to be a moving cat and dog.

Shangling Soda stood up, put on his glasses, and planned to drink saliva to suppress the shock.

Looking out the window, I noticed that it was a black cat.

"This dream is so weird." Shangling Sada opened the bedroom door and muttered to himself in the dark and long corridor.

"It's good to dream."

"Unfortunately, not this time."

A hoarse voice came from behind.