"Come in!"

A hoarse voice echoed through the air.

Davis Barton and Edmund walked through the iron gate of the slaughterhouse, and walked about ten meters before they saw a white figure standing not far away.

It was a figure with his back to them, a little short and thin, and the other party was carrying a lantern in his hand, illuminating the position of two or three meters around him, although his back was to them, it gave people a stale and long-standing atmosphere that had just crawled out of the coffin.

"Who are you?"

Davis Barton asked boldly at the back.

"Who am I?"

The short, thin figure seemed to let out a strange laugh, and then continued slowly, "I am a divine messenger walking in the world, awakening those ignorant mortals. ”

After the other party said this, he still didn't turn around, but slowly continued to walk towards the dark building inside the slaughterhouse that seemed to be a giant beast crawling on the ground.

"Davis, we ...... Let's get out of here......"

Edmund's face turned pale, and the figure that appeared in front of him really made him feel a little cold, that voice, he had heard before. The other party seemed to be the same last time he talked to him, but after walking into the slaughterhouse, he felt that the pores of his skin all over his body were erected, and there seemed to be an uncomfortable aura in the air that he couldn't speak.

"No!"

Davisbaton's face wasn't too good, and he also felt something unusual about the silence and strangeness around him, but he still shook his head, "I want to go and see." ”

"We ...... We're going to die. ”

Edmund had already lost the cowboy demeanor that once roamed the desert steppes, and it was he who brought Davis Barton here, but he only wanted to escape at this moment.

"People always die." Davis Barton was unmoved, "If you can only die like an ant, what difference does it make when you die and where you die?" ”

The short, thin white figure who had walked a few steps ahead seemed to sense the hesitation of Davis Barton and Edmund behind him, and said again in a hoarse voice, "Follow me!" ”

"Edmund, don't think about backing down." Davis Barton followed the figure in one step, and his voice slowly sounded, "You said that if you step into this slaughterhouse, then you can't get out." Do you think you can leave now? ”

Edmund glanced back, his eyes suddenly halfway out, and behind him there was darkness so thick that there was no light in sight, no slaughterhouse iron gates, no roads, only darkness.

It was as if he had just walked in and had come to another world, another space.

When he turned around again, he noticed Davis Barton in front of him, who had followed the lantern floating in the darkness for a long distance, and hurriedly followed with a sweaty heart.

Walking around all the way, looking at the slaughterhouse factory that seemed to be close at hand, it felt as if it took more than ten minutes to walk.

Edmund only felt that his breathing was getting shorter and shorter, sweat was pouring out, his muscles were sore, and he was very tired.

He has a good physical foundation, in the desert next door, give him a knife, he can survive for three or five days, but this short distance makes him a little tired and unbearable.

Davisbaton, next to him, was no better, and the two felt as if they were trapped in a labyrinth, unable to get out of it except the figure leading the way in front of them.

Finally, the figure stopped.

The two of them approached slowly in rough clothes, and then the light of the horse lantern in each other's hands saw the appearance of this figure clearly.

It was an old man with sparse hair and eyebrows, a mouthful of teeth seemed to have been lost, his face was all wrinkled together, and he looked too old to tell his age.

"We're here!"

The old man grinned at the two of them, the toothless mouth was black and hollow, as if it could swallow everything.

The creaking door was pushed open.

Davisbaton and Edmond were instantly shaken, and when the door was pushed open, a gentle light came out from inside, making them instantly feel as if they had passed through a long period of darkness and suddenly saw light.

The two followed the old man into the gate, and at first glance, Davisbaton and Edmund felt that the factory was very empty, and there were kerosene lamps on both sides of the walls of the factory, which illuminated the inside.

It's just that the windows are all wrapped tightly in thick cowhide, so that the light inside can't be transmitted at all.

Bang!

The door behind him suddenly slammed shut, and Davisbaton and Edmund were both startled.

And at the moment when the two of them looked back at the door closed, when they turned around again, they suddenly found that the scene in front of them had changed again.

The mild and bright slaughterhouse was still empty, but after turning around, there were countless dense objects appearing in front of them.

Davisbaton and Edmund both fell to the ground almost at once, and their whole bodies were so terrified that they did not dare to stand up.

There was blood in front of him.

A smell of blood, so thick that it seemed to condense into substance, drilled madly into their nostrils.

What appeared before their eyes was the scene of a real bloody slaughterhouse, with corpses hooked upside down by chains hanging from above.

The corpses were not of any cattle, sheep or livestock, but of stripped human beings, white like them, Madi or other Negros.

It's hell!

Davis Barton and Edmund only had this thought in their minds at this moment.

Suddenly, they saw the old man standing only a few meters away from them again, his face wrinkled and exuding an extremely eerie aura.

It seemed that the old man laughed at them again, and the hoarse voice sounded again.

"The sacrifice is finally over. Snatching sacrifices from those damn vampires is really a waste of my time! ”

Puff –

An iron hook suddenly fell from the sky, piercing Edmund's neck and hanging him up.

Edmund, who was still in great fear, grabbed the iron hook that pierced his neck with both hands, his body struggled frantically, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his eyes were still looking at Davisbatons on the side, as if he was begging for help.

Davisbaton instantly took out his pistol in horror and aimed it at the old man whose face was crumpled, and the gunshots rang out, but those bullets hit the other party, but they were blocked by a strange force field, and the bullets clanged and fell to the ground.

The old man with a crumpled face didn't seem to care about Davisbatons's firearms, and his two slightly bulging eyes stared at Davisbatons, and he exclaimed in a loud voice: "Lucky, you are a lucky one." ”

In Davis Barton's terrified gaze, he suddenly saw that all the corpses in the entire slaughterhouse seemed to have opened their eyes at this moment, and the blood under each corpse suddenly moved, like a long snake, drawing a complex stripe on the ground.

The next moment, Davisbaton's body stiffened suddenly, the musket in his hand fell to the ground, and in the dark void, a figure with teeth and claws that was extremely huge seemed to appear.

The strange old man with a crumpled face knelt on the ground, constantly chanting something in his mouth, extremely religious.

The huge figure squeezed out of the void little by little in the intricate patterns of the other party's chanting and the blood on the ground, and drilled into Davisbaton's body.

Davisbaton was still conscious at first, but then gradually sank, and countless blood on the ground seemed to enter his body, and his body began to swell.

The strange old man with a crumpled face looked almost crazy at this moment, chanting constantly.

God has come!