"Can't open it!" Hall walked over to Marshall and pushed him away a little, "Marshall, promise me, don't open it!" This manuscript is not supposed to exist in the human world, it is a demonic codex that can send one to hell just by looking at it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Marshall took two steps back, his expression wary.

"Hall, have you seen it? Have you read the Veldra Manuscript? Marshall questioned Hall.

Hearing Marshall's words, Hall knelt on the ground, covered his eyes with his hands, and began to weep bitterly.

"I watched, Marshall, I watched. Although I only read two pages, I will never forget the contents of them, they are imprinted on my brain, even when I am sleeping, they keep repeating, I can't stand it! I beat myself on the head, trying to drive them away, but to no avail, I prayed for the Lord's forgiveness, but the Lord did not answer me, I was abandoned by the Lord, because I read the Devil's Codex, I have ...... Fallen. ”

Hall wept bitterly, remorse making him hysterical.

Marshall gently stroked Hall's back, "It's okay, my friend, I'm here, you're no longer alone, even if it's the Devil's Codex, we'll fight side by side." I believe that the Lord will not abandon you, and the Lord does not respond because the demon has hidden your breath. ”

With Marshall's comfort, Hall's sobs faded into quieter.

"Impossible, we can't fight it." Hall shook his head desperately.

"Hall, we can destroy it, the Veldra Manuscript is made of ordinary paper, we can use fire, and under the scorching of the flames, it will soon be reduced to ashes, and you will return to the bosom of the Lord." Marshall stood up.

"Marshall, do you think I didn't do that? There is no way to destroy the Veldra Manuscript, either with fire or with water, it is protected by demonic powers, and there is no way to destroy it! Hall's pitch fluctuated.

"Then we can throw it into the sea, into the desert!"

"It's useless! Useless...... Useless. Hall shook his head.

"Hall, I can help you, we are old friends, but, if you don't tell me anything, there is nothing I can do to help you...... I need you to tell me, tell me what to do. Marshall lifted Hall from the ground.

"Marshall, that's exactly what I'm looking for you for." Hale leaned on his desk and sat in a long-backed chair.

Outside the window, the heavy sound of bells passed through the Morning Star Chapel, through the long corridors, through the doors and windows, and to the ears of the two.

On the desk, the Veldra Manuscript is like a demon-cursed thing, in the dim light, it exudes coldness, decay, and death.

"Promise me, Marshall, I want you to promise me first!" Hall gathered the courage in his heart and said.

"Hall......" Marshall hesitated.

"Promise me that you must not open it, not even sleepwalking, not even the Veldra Manuscript, no matter what happens, promise me, my old friend." This is not so much Hall's request as it is more appropriate.

Marshall became Hall's only hope.

"I promise you." Marshall's calm voice relieved Hall.

"I'm sorry, Marshall, I came to you to help me, I don't want the same thing to happen to you." The look on Hall's face was much more relaxed.

"Can you say it now? Hall. Marshall came closer.

"Marshall, sit next to me so I don't get cold while I speak." Hall smiled wryly.

Marshall did as Hall said.

"My friend, have you ever heard of the legend of the Burning Sea? It was a sea of fire that burned with the fire of destruction, which could consume everything in the world, and even demons did not dare to touch the flames of the burning sea. However, there is a ghost ship that can sail safely in the burning sea, and no one knows where this ghost ship came from or where it is going. Marshall, you're so smart you must know what I'm trying to say? Hall looked into Marshall's eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Will the Burning Sea be able to burn the Veldra Manuscript?" Marshall said, holding Hall's hand with both hands.

"Yes, Marshall, it's always nice to talk to you." Hall held the Bible on his desk to his chest.

"Hall, it's not that I don't want to help you, but where do I find the ghost ship?" Marshall shook his head.

"Legend has it that on moonlit nights of silence, ghost ships will appear on rough seas. It just so happened that in the port of Molov, there was a three-masted merchant ship that was about to set sail for In'an, and I knew this captain, and with his help, you had no problems getting on board. Marshall, can you help me? Hall withdrew his hand and sighed.

"Hall......" As soon as Marshall spoke, Hall's eyes became extremely frightened.

Hall, who had been quiet, suddenly fell to the ground, "Don't come here!" Stay back! Hall shouted, and at the same time his body kept retreating, even though there was already a wall behind him, he didn't stop, "Go away!" Hall threw the Bible in his hand in front of him, and it was scattered on the ground.

"Hall, what's wrong with you?" Marshall quickly stood up.

Hall began to scream, his facial expression distorted with fear, his eyes white, and his mouth making a 'uh-uh-uh' sound, as if something was choking his neck. In this case, Hale was still desperately backing away, his hands flapping wildly, driving away the unseen fear.

Marshall tried to get Hall to stop, but Hall went crazy.

"Someone, come on!" Marshall ran to the door and shouted.

……

"Dr. Hunter, how is Father Hall?" Marshall asked with concern.

Dr. Hunter wears a red waistcoat and a blue-gray coat. He removed the stethoscope from his neck and placed it in his visit box, then he bent down to fasten the white and gray box.

"Father Marshall, Father Hall, he's overly frightened, he just needs to get some rest." Dr. Hunter speaks very slowly, unhurriedly, or hurriedly.

"Nothing else?"

"No, there are some small wounds on the hands, and it will be fine, you can rest assured of this, Father Marshall, you don't have to worry too much, in fact, this kind of thing happened to Father Hall not once or twice, everyone is used to it." Dr. Hunter bowed slightly, "If nothing else, I'll take my leave." ”

After Dr. Hunter left, Marshall sat down at Father Hall's bedside.

Even in a coma, Father Hall frowned, as if he was hiding from some danger.

"No, no, don't!" Father Hall suddenly stretched out his hands upwards and kicked his legs wildly.

Before Marshall could react, he suddenly lowered his hand again and fell silent.