Standing in front of the crucifix, he was obviously an old man in his twilight, his sideburns were completely gray, his skin was brownish-black, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, his right cheek was a little freckled, he had a white beard, his cloudy right eye seemed to be unable to focus, he felt my touch, he slowly turned his face, I stood on his right side, staring at his cloudy right eye, until I could see the left half of his face, I couldn't help but gasp - the skin on the left cheek had been completely bitten off, Black blood vessels spread from his temples to the lower sockets, the whites of his congested eyes, the bare musculature mixed with strips of flesh, the blood ran down his neck and stained the left collar red, I watched his exposed yellowed teeth and swollen gums, watched his body shake for a moment, and instantly bit towards my left hand that pressed on his shoulder!

I instinctively withdrew my left hand, my skin felt touch his cold, slimy blood, and the next moment he lunged at me, opened his mouth, roared, coughed up blood, and I put my hand on his shoulder, and he grabbed me and pressed me against the low iron fence behind me. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info he roared in his ear, blood continued to spray on the clothes on my chest with each of his roars, the open mouth was full of rancid smell and a huge fishy smell, my elbow against his collarbone, feeling the erosive flesh at the collarbone, he tugged at my clothes and tilted his head sideways, aiming his yellowed and sharp teeth at the muscles of my neck again and again.

I gritted my teeth and used all my strength against him, his strength was great, like a wall pressed down, his brain was blank, only the instinct to resist the attack remained, I looked at his completely black eyes and bloodshot whites, watching blood drip from his cheeks onto my clothes, a huge sense of fear accompanied by my uncontrollable screams, I bent my knees and wanted to kick him, but his completely overwhelming force pushed me against the fence, the cold and uneven iron fence pierced my clothes, cutting the skin on my back, and I bit my lower lip, holding the pistol in his right hand and slamming it into his face with all the strength of his body.

"Bang."

With a stumbling stumble, he was smashed back a few steps by me.

I leaned onto the railing and stepped back helplessly.

"Kala."

The next second I saw something fall to the ground, eerie white bones with muscles and teeth attached to them.

It was his jawbone that I had broken......

Frightened, I turned and fled.

Behind him, a roar from his throat was heard, a voice that evoked the deepest fears of his soul, from the wraiths of hell thirsting for blood. Behind me was a blood-splattered oil painting as high as the wall, and the blood-stained oil painting was no longer distinguishable from the original artist's work, and I hurriedly walked around the black wooden bench, and ran towards the row of wooden boxes with all my strength.

Run!

Run as hard as you can!

The instinct for survival drove me to ignore the pain in my body, and I gulped in the cold air, the wound on my waist that was cut by the iron fence ached, and my heart beat fast because I heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind me.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Going around the chair, I saw a corpse leaning against the wall and half-sitting on the ground, it was a dead man, blood stained his T-shirt red, gradually spreading under him, his legs straightened, his abdominal cavity was completely bitten open, and I could see the bare internal organs flowing around him, a huge smell of blood came to his face, he stared blankly ahead with his mouth half open.

"Zila......"

I stepped on the blood stains under him, my feet slipped, and the whole person fell forward.

I tasted blood for the first time, fishy, thick, filling my mouth, causing the deepest feeling of nausea, and my right wrist was cut by the sharp metal edge at the bottom of the bench at that moment, and a sharp pain came.

Behind him came the murderer with a hoarse roar, and without a mandible, the wind poured into his throat.

I turned my head, and was facing the remaining half of his mandible-free face, his head tilted, and his strange posture running, slightly lowered and bent as if to be close to all fours, blood dripping down his neck onto his wide robe, missing his jawbone, only some of the remaining muscles stuck to the muscles of his face, his tongue drooping in front of his neck, his roar was more empty, like the wind passing through the narrow gap, and I saw blood flowing down his eye sockets.

I gritted my teeth and crawled towards the wooden box beside me.

Almost threw himself into the wooden box, "Bang! The next second the monster slammed into the door of the wooden box, slamming it shut.

I sat down in a small wooden box that could only hold one person, shaking my hands and locking the door.

"Roar—"

Frightened to feel him pounding against the wooden box, his roar so close that I shrank back and pointed the muzzle of the black hole at the door, my heart beating suddenly, as if it were about to jump out of my chest at any moment. Gulping in the blood-soaked air, covered in blood, I felt like a prey cornered, and the unkillable hunter was now outside the plank.

I coughed, and my throat smelled bloody.

I lost.

This game.

I bet on the wrong chips.

He's not the one who can help me......

He's the one who wants to kill me!

I gritted my teeth and stared at the door, as if I could see through it the man striking the door on the other side. His body, every cell, seems to be full of desire to attack living creatures, eager to bite the fragile throat of the prey, tear the veins of the prey, he can hide himself quietly for this, but once he attacks, it is incomparable to the speed of humans.

The pain of a broken mandible is completely ignored.

All that remains is bloodthirsty desires......

I swallowed.

Today's luck doesn't seem to be good, as soon as I wake up, I lose all my memories and have to face this purgatory-like world......

The only thing to be thankful for is that there are these confessionals in the church.

The people who come to confess usually sit in such small wooden boxes and confide in the priest, who does not see their faces, but can hear their voices, and in this way, people hope to be able to reach the gods and obtain forgiveness through the priest. I didn't expect it to be today, but in order to provide a place to hide.

Oh, God......

Right now, I'm sitting in this confessional room......

Do you hear me......

My voice.

I looked up at the top of the gloomy little wooden box, my bent hands touching the cold wooden walls around it, the small confessional, like a coffin.

Are you going to repent?

No.

I didn't make a mistake......

All I do is to survive.

That's all......

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

Without the slightest intention of stopping, I saw a pool of blood under the door panel, and I knew that even if I hit my head and broke the blood, the man outside would not stop. Even if I broke his jaw just now, he didn't show any pain, didn't hesitate to launch the next round of attacks. He was like a dead body without pain, all that remained was the thirst for blood.

Can you kill such a monster?

I stared silently at the somewhat deformed door panel, the wooden door was not thin, but with human strength, it was absolutely impossible to knock him into a deformation and bend inside, and if it reached such an extent, the skull would definitely crack.

The sound of skulls pounding against the door was all over my ears.

Being in a small space, I squinted my eyes slightly, and cold sweat dripped down my forehead.

I'm not even sure I can deal with a kidnapper with a pistol, let alone a murderer who can easily kill a kidnapper? How many people did he kill? The blood splatters in the church, the mutilated and broken bodies, were all souls who died under his attack?

And I'm going to be the next victim soon, right?

Half a minute......

The sound of slamming the door continued, and the small space even shook slightly with the impact of the other party.

Breathing was a little rapid, and I could clearly hear my own heavy but rapid breathing.

"Whew...... Whew......"

In my ears, I don't know when there was a slight noise, like a noisy noise, and like a noisy crowd, noisy, vaguely carrying the screams of women. I shook my head, trying to shake off the sensation that someone had smashed into my skull with a hammer, and the feeling of confinement was like a vine running down my feet, wrapping around me layer by layer.

Am I going to die here......

The fear of death was like a fine net that wrapped around my soul, a feeling that had been ingrained in me since I killed the kidnapper, but there had never been a moment of despair like now. Trapped in a small space, waiting for the other person to smash the door open, bite the bones and muscles in my neck, I didn't even know who I was until I died.

I hallucinated in front of my eyes, and I could faintly see a few vague faces in the intermingling of light and darkness.

Men's, women's, children's......

They laughed and played with each other, but after a few seconds they suddenly stopped moving, looked back at me, blurred features, they screamed, eyes full of fear at me, the next moment, the eyeballs fell out of their sockets, and the black hole stared at me, opening their mouths slightly, trying to say something, but I could only hear the sound of the wind shattering.

"Bang-"

The sound of the door slamming was mixed with the roar of a murderer.

Tick.

Tick.

Time passed little by little.

I leaned against the cold wooden wall, and my back no longer felt like my skin had been scratched, but it looked like an ant crawling by. My chin rested on my knee, the hand that was holding the pistol was unconsciously weak, the palm of my hand was full of cold sweat, and my whole body seemed to be drained of strength, I let go of my hand, the pistol "clicked" and fell at my feet, the noise in my ears became louder and louder, my hands covered my ears, and I suddenly found that my body temperature was a little high.

My head went blank.

Gradually, the ability to think is lost.

About who I am and where I am......

It's all already, it doesn't matter.

My vision began to blur, and the feeling of suffocation was like a rising tide, gradually drowning me.

God, forgive me......

"Bang-"

A gunshot rang out abruptly and echoed for a long time.

The next moment, it was as if something had slammed into the door.

Then, the sound of the skull hitting the door panel died down, and everything seemed to calm down after the gunshot.

I leaned my back against the wall of the confessional, raised my head slightly, covered in cold sweat, confused, I saw a figure appear in the small window of the confessional, he was against the light, the light brushed his body, I couldn't see his appearance clearly.

There were occasional moments of sensory intersperse, and I curled up in the corner, and I subconsciously covered my ears as I saw him reach out of the small window with his pistol hand into the confessional.

"Bang-"

The door lock was knocked off.

The pistol with a silencer, but it still hurt my hearing, and I felt a bit of "buzzing" tinnitus in my ears.

"When—"

The moment the lock dropped at my feet, the church bell rang.

So far away, yet so close.

Far away, but it seems to be within reach.

Like a bell to the other side of heaven, beckoning, urging me.

"Squeak-"

The door to the confessional was opened.

The slightly bloody air from outside was enveloped in the wind, slightly blowing the hair scattered on my cheeks.

A figure, standing in front of him.

The heavy dizziness finally overwhelmed me, and the moment before the consciousness disappeared, I felt the man lower his body, calmly but gently, rubbing my head.