For no apparent reason, there was a wave of nausea in Joey's stomach.

It was as if the angels were swallowing and touching a nerve in their throat.

Gagging and absurd. Wrath.

Old Joey didn't know how many years he hadn't been angry, he wasn't a grumpy person, and even after being inexplicably separated from his friends and banished to this strange world, he still didn't curse hysterically, but quietly and slowly looked for a way out.

So, old Joey has a good temper, the moment he saw Mia's corpse, he was still not angry, he was just unhappy and began to hate the world.

But at this moment, he was really angry, his body trembled a little, and a few muffled snorts came out of his nose.

He walked into the main hall, which seemed to be a huge church, and the mirrors around it were made of colorful glass, but because it had not been scrubbed for many years, it had been covered with thick dust, and a scarlet carpet spread from the gate to the end of the main hall, and the carpet seemed to be permeated with slimy oil stains, and it was sticky when stepped on, and at the end, there was a statue, this statue was a person, and he had his back to the door, showing the angel wings behind him.

Of course, the statue's angel wings weren't small, ridiculous gadgets, but huge angel wings, wide enough to span the wall where he was, as if desperately trying to show that he was different from others.

"Why do you keep eating?" Old Joy asked.

No one responded.

"Why are you still eating? You're going to die...... This paradise is going to be ruined. Old Joey asked again.

However, no one paid any attention to him, and the group of people was like a group of people who had come out of the desert or walked out, and when they found an oasis, they reflexively poured water into their stomachs, even if a python came behind them, they did not want to leave.

What are they eating? Pork?

Anyway, old Joey didn't want to think about this kind of thing anymore, so he walked over to the nearest angel and .......

Cut off his head.

At this moment, those rumbling sounds still did not stop.

Abrupt......

"Kill him......"

A voice came, very thin and weak, but in this hall, it could still be heard very clearly, and the faint sound hit the wall, intertwined with each other, and seemed to produce a kind of reverberation.

Old Joy followed the voice, and then it noticed that under the angel's wings at the end of the hall, there seemed to be a man, who was sitting on a seat made of stone, and because of his thin stature, Old Joy had hardly noticed him at first.

And with his words, in an instant, from both sides of the main hall, groups of angels rushed out, they held the inferior guns in their hands, and without saying anything, they directly began to shoot at Old Joey.

In an instant, the entire hall was filled with roaring gunshots.

And at this time, the angels who ate still ate again.

Old Joy seemed to finally realize that this group of angels who ate meat and didn't even wear clothes were different from those angels wearing robes outside, and those angels outside had to go to collect taxes, while these angels in the hall almost didn't have to do anything, they just ate.

Due to the constant repetition of eating, their figures have been out of shape, slender calves and fat stomachs, probably because they have been sitting, they are not even able to walk now, their mouths exist for eating, so they do not need to speak, it is estimated that their vocal cords have degenerated.

The bullet hit Old Joey.

With the sound of gunfire, the massacre began.

It was a bloody, but also monotonous scene, because nothing could stop old Joey, and he didn't need to distinguish between friend and foe, because in this space, he was chopping up everything he could see.

Therefore, it is a monotonous chopping and chopping, those angels are no different from the meat on the board, the two knives are not a little fancy, tearing every inch and the flesh and blood he touches, and the repetition makes people sleepy. ，

But it's enough to make people's legs weak and touching.

The sky outside the temple finally began to burn, and the roar of the earth continued to come from all directions, and the people of the earth realized for the first time that the sun could also be scorched. They turned into huge fireballs that fell from the sky, bringing even more terrible burns.

I don't know how long it took, but Old Joy finally tore the throat of the last angel, and behind him, there were mountains of corpses, and there were only two people left in the entire sacrificial hall.

Old Joey...... And the emaciated man who would be forgotten if he was not careful, sitting under the statue of the angel's wings.

During this period of slaughter, this man did not speak again, nor did he panic, nor did he run away, he just sat quietly in his chair, looking at the terrifying picture in front of him, and his expression did not change much.

Of course, Old Joy would not be red-eyed because of this small scene of more than a thousand more people, he just maintained his initial anger and did not lose his mind.

So, he didn't chop off the last person, he still had to ask something.

Like, where is that Hongqiao?

Another example is how to get out of this disgusting place.

So, he walked over and came to the man.

At such a close distance, old Joey finally saw the appearance of this person clearly.

He was thin, his skin was dry almost to the bone, his scalp could be clearly seen between his sparse hair, and he collapsed in his chair in a sickly position, wrapped in his tattered robes, and if he had not sat under the statue of this great hall, he would have been no different from a vagabond.

This guy has the same face, but even a blind face like old Joey can recognize that there is something wrong with this person's eyes.

It is sewn with thread.

Is this man the leader of the angels?

Whatever, as long as he's done asking the question, just chop it up.

"I'm looking for Hongqiao, I've heard, it's an exit from heaven, right?" Old Joy asked quietly.

"Yes."

Unexpectedly, the man did not hesitate and answered the question directly.

Perhaps, he has given up struggling.

"So, where is Hongqiao?" Old Joy asked again.

The man stretched out his withered arm and pointed behind him.

"There......" he said briefly.

Old Joey looked at the statue behind him, then walked around...... Behind the statue was a door, large but blocked by the statue's massive wings.

Is there a Hongqiao behind the door?

Old Joey thought, and then, pushing the door open......