Drip......

Drip......

A woman dressed as a clergyman and a nun's costume hovered above Du Wei's body, her mouth open, dark brown blood slowly dripping down from her hideous fangs.

The viscous, moist, icy liquid slowly drip onto the tip of the nose.

Du Wei only felt a cold chill that was slowly flowing and spreading on his face along the tip of his nose.

He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

This is the third time he has had this nightmare.

At the beginning, there was no way to resist, the whole dream was a torture, and only the right hand could move.

The air became heavier and heavier, as if squeezing his lungs, making Du Wei's breathing more and more rapid, and each breath was exhausted.

In his dream, he told himself that, according to the previous law, after a while, he would open his eyes and see the nun getting closer and closer to him.

If you go any further, you will wake up from your dream.

It's just that after a long time, Du Wei not only failed to open his eyes, but discovered an extremely terrifying thing.

His right hand actually touched something cold.

Sharp, piercing......

"It's weird......"

While in the horror house, his demonic right hand came into contact with Annabelle for a long time, and some unusual changes occurred.

The entire right hand was like a corpse, and it didn't feel anything at all, except that it could be manipulated.

Not to mention the touch......

"Nails?"

Du Wei pressed his doubts about the sensation of touch, and sketched in his mind the object that was swiping back and forth on his right hand.

"Why did it ...... so fast?"

He was referring to distance.

Although he knew that this so-called nightmare was actually caused by the nun's unsolvable curse, the previous two times, it was still a little distance from himself.

Even if I had two or three more nightmares, it would not be possible to shorten the distance to the point where it could touch itself.

What's even more strange is that Du Wei can clearly feel that when the nun touches his right hand, it seems to be suppressed, and he even loses control of his right hand.

Incapable of resisting......

It's even more terrifying than the intense fear that is so suppressed that I can't breathe, it's like I've become meat on a board, being picked up and picked up at random, but I can't open my eyes and see nothing.

……

At this point, the other side.

on the streets of the North Brook District.

Five black sedans are moving forward.

Nerrella sat in the co-pilot's seat, quietly looking out the window, the sky was dark and gloomy, and from time to time lightning streaked by, accompanied by thunder.

"It's going to rain soon, how long do we have to get to Sofitel?"

"About ten minutes."

The man in the driver's seat replied to Nerrella and sped forward.

Their destination was at the intersection of North Brook and Aurora districts, where the Sofitel was one of Vida's New York locations.

Of course......

Sofitel guests are also the next target of their sacrifice.

And this time, there are definitely a lot more than before.

Thinking of this, Nérela whispered, "Praise Vader." ”

When the rest of the people heard this, they all nodded: "Praise Vida." ”

The car continued to drive forward.

Nereira stroked her left index finger, where the wound was still faintly painful, but her expression was very numb, and her eyes were indifferent.

Faith strengthens a person's convictions.

But evil beliefs that are distorted and extraordinary, and aimed at chaos, can corrupt a person's possessions.

From the mind to the body, from the outside to the inside.

This is not right......

But for cultists, they are accustomed to it, and even take pleasure in it.

This was especially true of Nérela, who suddenly frowned and stared at the co-pilot's rearview mirror.

Her pale face was reflected in the rearview mirror, numb and emaciated, reminiscent of a patient recovering from a serious illness.

It's only Nérela's eyes that catch her attention.

The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his brown pupils were much deeper than usual.

"What's going on?"

Nérela's expression was very puzzled, she had been resting well, and it had been a long time since she had a bloodshot eye.

"Hey, look, is there something in my eyes?"

As she spoke, Nerella turned her head to the others in the back seat.

"It looks like it's infected, or it may be irritated."

The companion in the back seat stared into Nerrella's eyes for a moment, but found nothing unusual.

"Well, if it doesn't get better tomorrow, I might have to go to the pharmacy."

Néreira said a word to the others and sat down.

The others didn't answer, bowed their heads and were silent, and it could be seen that their relationship was not so cordial.

What they didn't notice, however, was that after making eye contact with Nerrella, their eyes had changed somewhat.

It looks like a dark shadow has become much deeper.

Moreover, it is dense and bloodshot.

On the street, the car continued to drive forward.

……

At 11:38 p.m., in a suite at the Sofitel hotel.

Nerrella stood in the bathroom, taking off her black uniform outside, revealing large swaths of snow-white skin, and she was undoubtedly a mature woman full of charm if not every other scar.

Stand under the rain sprinkler and turn on the button.

Soon, a stream of warm, warm water soaked her all over.

"It's so comfortable......"

Nerrella's eyes were closed, her expression very relaxed, even the most murderous cultist could not help but indulge in material pleasures.

"It's a pity, I have to rest early, and I have to deal with that psychiatrist tomorrow."

Whispering, Néreira quickly finished washing.

However, just as she walked out of the bathroom with her bathrobe on, she suddenly heard a mechanical and very regular sound in her ears.

Knock knock knock......

Knock knock knock......

Someone's knocking on the door......

Nerrella frowned, except for the time when the Vida cult organized the sacrificial ceremony, they would gather together at the behest of the bishop, and the rest of the time they were distributed in other areas, and they had little contact with each other.

It stands to reason that no one should knock on the door at this time.

"Who's out there?"

Nerrella walked to the door and looked out through the cat's eyes.

The hallway was dimly lit, but no one else could be seen, except for the door facing the room, which was inhabited by her two companions.

"What's going on?"

Nérela had a vague sense that something was wrong, and she didn't see anyone outside the door, but the knocking continued.

After thinking about it, she put her ear to the door, but strangely, she didn't feel the vibration that would be felt when she knocked on the door.

"Ruth? Curell? Is that you? ”