Groups of black-clad people lowered their heads and their eyes stared at the instep, and the whole square seemed to be a large mourning scene.

As if mourning something, mourning the extinction of humanity? Or lamenting a world that will eventually be overrun by demons?

It's like some cult ritual of a fanatic, praying for something...... Praying for the coming of "my Lord"? Or maybe it is the day of prayer for the destruction of the world that will eventually come......

Anyway, no matter how weird and crazy it is, it's not too much.

If you look down and look up at these people with their heads down, this feeling will be deepened. I saw that there were abnormal bloodshot in the eyes of each person in black, and the pupils flashed a compelling red light, and their faces were hideous and painful, as if they were struggling with something.

The black mist constantly shuttled through the crowd, like a long snake swimming, enchanting and becoming more and more huge.

In the crowd, there were two men in black whose facial expressions were struggling with obvious expressions, one was a tall and thin middle-aged man, not too old, but wrinkles were already all over his face. One was a short and fat woman with a little lame feet, and at this time, the two men in black had dark and hideous faces for a while, and flat and kind for a while.

Occasionally, when they were at peace, they would whisper, "Xiao Ke...... ...... small"

Even if it is quiet, it is still clear in this silent world.

A man in black next to him heard it, tilted his head, glared at the two of them fiercely, and silently made a mouth shape: "Shut up." ”

The two of them stopped talking, but they still couldn't hide their worried eyes.

In this square full of men in black, ordinary people in ordinary daytime days are given a more special meaning, they are connected to greatness, and face the mysterious existence.

This makes some people crazy, some worried, some willing, and some obviously resistant.

Just like the two just now.

Worry filled the faces of the two of them, and the two looked at each other speechlessly, struggling with each other...... Suddenly, the seven orifices of the two of them were filled with black mist, bloodshot suddenly covered the whites of their eyes, and the red light of their pupils shone, and the two of them suddenly raised their heads and shouted: "My lord is great, and the evil spirit descends his head!" ”

Not just the two of them, but the black-clothed people in the entire square were shouting, as if some kind of ritual expression was profound.

"My Lord is great, and the evil spirit is bowed!"

Roared out in unison, and the sound turned into a wave of sound, rolling away, resounding through the sky.

The roar was loud enough to wake up all the sleeping townspeople, but strangely, there was silence in the town, as if the roar that had been lingering for three days did not exist.

It's like...... This square is the other side of the town, a town in the shadows, and the roar resounds in the town of shadows, but there is no barrier set by someone......

At this time, the culprit who caused the roar to shake the sky appeared, and standing on the high platform in front of the square were three people dressed in black with gold edges.

What a dazzling color gold is...... But what was embroidered on the three men in black was dark gold, gloomy and gloomy, like the afterglow of the setting sun, and like a faint color of the moon sinking.

Of the three, the one standing in the center stepped forward and stepped forward, arms outstretched, as if to embrace the world approaching dusk, and he began his speech with a sentence:

"My Lord is great, and the evil spirit is bowed!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered today to sing the praises of our great master, the king of demons, the terminator of angels, the emperor of destruction, and the leader of the fallen abyss!"

"We come together because we have a common goal, to cleanse this sinful world!"

"We have all experienced the cruelty of this world to a greater or lesser extent, so we must raise the torch and become a change-maker who changes this world!"

The people in black below responded with only one sentence: "My lord is great, and the evil spirit descends his head!" ”

The black-clothed man in Phnom Penh standing on the podium pursed his lips and complained secretly: "It's really boring, these 'walking corpses' are just like zombies, they can't understand my inscrutable speech at all, they can only repeat the same sentence mechanically, cut, boring." ”

"Forget it, they're not official cultists anyway, you just need to make good use of them, their life and death, tsk, I don't care."

……

An hour ago.

Wen Jin took Rhubarb, followed by You Jiaoer and Guo Ke, and followed behind the man in black who kept muttering "I'm coming".

"Ahhh Wen Jin looked up to the sky and shouted, "I'm going to die!" ”

You Jiaoer and Guo Ke behind them also looked loveless, nodding desperately.

If you want to ask why, Wen Jin will definitely tell you with a sad face:

It's too slow!!

Too slow...... Eh, I'll go, I'm angry, let me slow down for a while.

The man in black in front of him staggered forward, and the speed followed, followed ...... Let me think.

Wen Jin tells you from the experience of the third life that the speed of this product is as slow as the zombies in "The Walking Dead".

It is conceivable that Wen Jin's feelings now are unbearable from the perspective of a normal person, let alone an immortal cultivator who is good at speed.

It's really hard for Wen to get into them.

Wen Jin pushed and pulled in an attempt to make him hurry up, but the result was ......

emmm, I have to say, there is still some use.

The man in black finally increased his speed, and finally he didn't slow down like a turtle crawling.

"This speed." Wen Jin said sadly, "It is estimated that it would be good to arrive at the destination before evening." ”

You Jiao'er said softly and comforted Wen Jin gently: "Don't worry, it's still too late, you will definitely be able to successfully rescue Guo Ke's parents, I firmly believe it." ”

Wen Jin recovered from his discouragement, turned his head and said, "At this time, the most worried person should not be me, it should be Guo Ke, after all, it is his parents...... Eh, Guo Ke, what are you thinking, hey, Guo Ke, did you hear it! ”

Guo Ke suddenly woke up from his thoughts, and quickly explained: "Hmm...... I was thinking about something, well, that's it. ”

Wen Jin asked curiously, "What are you thinking?" ”

Guo Ke's facial expression gradually became serious, he thought about it for a while, and said, "I'm thinking about it...... What was the organization that was able to quietly and easily kidnap my parents and force them to join the organization if they were not willing to do so...... This must be a huge organization......

His expression became dazed again: "Even if we find such an organization, can we really fight against it?" Will we really be able to get my parents back? ”

After all, he was still a shy teenager, and at the end of the day, his eyes were already a little red, sad, and he burst into tears.

Wen Jin actually already had the answer in his heart, he sorted out his thoughts, adjusted his tone, looked at Guo Ke with vicissitudes of life, and asked, "Guo Ke, ...... Do you believe in immortals? ”