Lin Miao, who was frightened by the bloody scene comparable to hell just now, stood in the corner of the living room and vomited the contents of his stomach. I looked back in the direction of the bathroom with palpitations, and my body was still trembling slightly.

Even when the hospital became a "inner world", she had never seen such a cruel picture. Of course, Lin Miao knew that he fainted not long after, but that was not the point, the point now was ......

When Lin Miao was thinking wildly, he saw that the door of the bathroom suddenly lit up with a scarlet light.

It wasn't the light of the blood in the bathroom refracted by the light, nor was it made with an ordinary red light, but it was a kind of corrosive and dangerous red glow, as if it had melted everything in the light. Just looking at it from the outside made Lin Miao's scalp tingle.

"Zhang Luo!" She shouted.

Remembering that his life-saving benefactor was still in the bathroom at this time, Lin Miao rushed forward while shouting Zhang Luo's name.

But just as she approached the red light in front of the door, her legs suddenly lost strength, and she fell to the ground, her eyes becoming completely blank.

"Ah......h But even in the state of distraction, her remaining consciousness is still thinking about Zhang Luo:

- I have to save him.

With a brave and stupid thought, the young woman lost consciousness in an instant.

It turned out that Lin Miao's worries were just in vain, because Zhang Luo, who was still in the bathroom, was of course not dead, but only temporarily lost his eyesight.

The scene in front of me turned completely bright red, and even if you used the Executioner's Eye to switch modes, you couldn't see anything at all.

"What is this place?"

Zhang Luo knew that he should have entered some kind of heretical realm, but what happened this time was not very different from the "alienation" that happened on the campus of the city's thirteenth middle school before.

Could it be that the "gods" summoned by those guys have descended? But what could it be that the gods summoned with such cruel rituals could be?

"Hah, it can't be a demon."

Recalling the scene of Satan's clone fighting with the angels, Zhang Luo was also immediately ready to fight.

Then, the red light in front of his eyes dissipated. At the same time, a very gentle, well-mannered female voice appeared:

"Welcome."

The language spoken by the other party is not the language used by human beings on a daily basis, but is similar to a mixture of various Chinese languages, which sounds very strange. But what is even stranger is that Zhang Luo found that he could completely understand what the speaker meant.

"Who are you?"

While asking questions in his usual Chinese, while looking around, Zhang Luo immediately realized that he was now in a gloomy "temple".

There was a lot of dust floating in the air around him, and the house looked very old, with the ceiling, walls, floor, and everything in it completely black. Only the giant chandelier overhead, which is also made of black material, emits a soft yellow light, so that the place will not be completely dark.

The huge room was neatly lined with dark benches, and the armrests on either side of the seats were decorated with black skulls, which did not look like carvings, but real human bones.

And on those seats, there are countless "dolls".

It was a clothed humanoid object, with a palpitating complexion, even more so than a vampire. Although they are tall, short, fat and thin, and the clothes on their bodies are different, these "people" still have something in common:

Their faces were obscured by black hoods, their hands were handcuffed, their feet were shackled, and they were hunched over motionless in their chairs, like processed corpses.

“……”

See this strange sight. Zhang Luo walked to the nearest "doll" to him, and was about to take off the other party's hood, when he heard the gentle female voice who spoke just now sounding again:

"Please don't touch him, he might hurt you."

"Hah, I'm not going to be hurt by something like this." Zhang Luo said confidently, looking in the direction where the voice came from, and then saw a pitch-black figure standing in front of this huge "conference room".

The man was standing motionless on the semicircular "podium", with a dark wall behind him, and it was difficult to tell his presence without looking closely.

Determining the position of the speaker, Zhang Luo walked over quickly, walked up the steps next to him to the semicircular podium, and stood in front of the black shadow.

He then discovers that what appears to be a human object is actually a dried corpse tied to a stick.

The dehydrated corpse had no eyes, and its yellow, shriveled skin was clinging to the bones, looking lifeless, as if it had been dead for hundreds of years. Just as Zhang Luo was about to speak, that gentle voice came out of the chest of the dried corpse:

"Hello, Mr. God."

"Who are you?" Zhang Luo asked vigilantly.

In the face of this kind of unknown guy, he did not relax his vigilance at all, and was ready to immediately use Pandora's deformed laser cannon to blast this dried corpse into slag.

As if he didn't care at all, or didn't perceive Zhang Luo's hostility, the dry corpse continued to say in a gentle voice, "Welcome, to the Killer's Temple. ”

Hearing the title of "Temple of Killers", Zhang Luo immediately remembered what Jason had said to himself, and asked, "Aren't you the 'God of Killers'?" ”

- Sometime before, I was accidentally pulled into another timeline with Jason and encountered the "Zodiac Killer". The first thing they suspect is the legendary "God of Killers".

According to Jason, among the serial killers, there is a legend about the horror gods that the killers worship. Although Jason, who is a famous murderer, does not believe in this so-called killer god, there are still some murderers who believe in this thing.

For example, Freddy, the fierce ghost who is the same name as Jason, is a big believer in the killer god, and he believes that this god can delay the arrival of the police, so that the killer has more time to escape after the killing.

Of course, in Zhang Luo's opinion, the legend about the god of killers is indeed nonsense. Later facts also proved that it was not some unreliable "killer god" who pulled them into other timelines, but the time keepers created by the earth itself.

But now, after seeing this dried corpse, Zhang Luo also began to wonder if his previous thoughts were wrong. Because whether it is this strange temple or the dried corpse in front of him, it does seem to fit the characteristics of the "God of Killers"!

"Aren't you supposed to be the god of killers?" Zhang Luo asked.

After his question, an eerie silence hung over the dark temple. After about ten seconds, the corpse finally gave the answer:

"You can call me by that name, but I'd prefer you to call me 'Night Mother'. You're right, I'm the Summoner of Kill, the ruler of the Dark Brotherhood. (To be continued.) )