In the deepest part of Constantine, the white-robed Pope stared at the silent statue of the Holy Father for a long time, and a crack appeared again on the statue's face, making it even more disgraced.

Carlo stood behind him, suspended in mid-air.

In Carlo's eyes, the relationship between the pope and the statue is very peculiar.

They seem to be one, their strength is the same root, and once they become one, they can easily break through the shackles of the legendary rank.

Carlo can probably guess what the situation is, the birds of heaven have always liked to use this similar means to leave a back door for themselves, just like the believers in the Grimm world who have just reached the legendary level can sacrifice their lives to summon the four-winged angels, the level of this plane is higher than that of the Grimm world, and it is not surprising that they have more advanced means.

"It just so happens that if there is one more existence that can attract the will and hatred of the world, the smoother the birth of 'it' will be."

A mysterious smile appeared on Carlo's face, and then, his figure slowly faded, and finally disappeared into the void...

Gwen waited in her room for two whole days, but Carlo never returned, but Marshall, the innkeeper, graciously invited her own chaplain uncle for her.

"Marshall, I hope you didn't lie to me this time, otherwise... Hmph.." Marshall's so-called uncle was a thin old man with eyes as shrewd and cunning as he was.

The old man's hair was cut short, in the "St. Paul's style" popular in the Holy See, and he wore a wide gray robe with a high hat embroidered with a small cross.

This outfit, in Constantine, is more noble than the average noble.

Marshall hurriedly spoke: "Dear uncle, I can swear. Definitely a big fat sheep, that kid is an exiled nobleman, I bet he must have exchanged all his family property for gold coins, at least a thousand.."

Seeing Marshall's thick fingers dangling in front of his eyes, the old man's eyes became fiery unconsciously, and he nodded slightly, "Then, according to what was said in advance, lie.." When you get paid, you get a 10% share.."

Marshall scolded the old thing for being greedy and shameless, but he agreed with a flattering smile on his face, and he was more interested in the beautiful woman than in the gold coins.

The two went up to the second floor, and Marshall knocked on the door, and the door opened, and it was a beautiful woman with a melancholy face.

"Beautiful lady.." Marshall couldn't wait to speak, "I've got the best pastor for you."

Marshall pointed to the old man behind him, who ripped at the priest's robe and made a tall appearance.

"Oh yes?!Thank you so much.." The woman cried out in surprise, but soon showed an apologetic look: "However, my husband is not here. Is it possible to change the appointment to the next time?.. Wait for my husband to come back.."

That little country nobleman isn't there? It's just wonderful!

Marshall was overjoyed in his heart, but his face was embarrassed, "Madame... You know, every pastor is an honorable adult... Although he is my uncle, I really don't know if I will be able to invite him again next time."

As he spoke, the old man cooperated with an impatient look, "Marshall, I deliberately took the time to help the poor woman you spoke of. But is that how she treats the Light's kindness? She hasn't even invited us in yet."

The woman hesitated for a moment, but was finally persuaded, and then opened the door and ushered the two in.

The two of them walked into the room, and their eyes suddenly darkened. The windows of the room were covered with thick draperies, the light was dim, and there was a faint fishy smell wafting in the air.

Marshall couldn't help but let out a loud sneeze and subconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly.

"Madame, you should open the window and get more sun, it's too cold for pregnant women here.." Marshall muttered a few words, and turned his head to see that the beautiful woman who was still standing beside him had disappeared at some point.

"Madame. Madame.." Marshall shouted twice, but no one responded, only one voice sounded dissatisfied.

"Marshall, what the hell did you bring me to... What about that stupid woman?.."

The old man stood beside Marshall, and the two of them seemed to be the only ones left in the room, when even the faint light from the window disappeared, and a thick darkness enveloped them.

"Damn it.."

A white light lit up on the old man's hand, illuminating a small area around him.

By this light, Marshall saw a woman with a disheveled hair standing in the corner of the room, with her belly high and her head bowed, standing silently.

Marshall was startled, but quickly realized that it should be the poor pregnant woman.

"Hey, ma'am.. You see—" Marshall was about to step forward to ask, when the pregnant woman in the corner suddenly raised her head, revealing a hideous and terrifying face in the darkness.

Marshall couldn't help but scream, and grabbed the old man beside him, and the old man was also startled by him, his hand shook, and the light went out.

"Bastard, what are you doing.."

The old man cursed angrily, he already regretted having followed him to this ghost place, and the darkness made him a little uneasy.

Marshall's voice trembled, and he couldn't speak.

The old man struggled to light up a lighting spell again, a simple magic spell that he had mispronounced back and forth several times.

Marshall couldn't help but look around again, the pregnant woman was gone, and he wondered if he had just been dazzled.

The temperature in the room was lower, and the fishy smell was getting stronger.

"Madame. Where are you.. Come out on, we can get started.." Marshall couldn't help but shout, and he took two steps forward, kicking a round thing at his feet.

Marshall picked up the thing and leaned in front of him, only to see a gnawed and pitted cheek...

"Ahh

"Let's go, let's go!" Marshall grabbed the old man's hand in horror and shook it vigorously, "Uncle, let's get out of this room..." That woman, she's a demon.."

"What are you talking about?.. Damn, Marshall let go.. You're going to break my magic again... Oh!"

The old man roared angrily, and the light went out again.

Darkness slowly came up like a tide, sweeping through Marshall's body, cold, fearful...

Again and again, the old man tried to light up the magic, but the room was ridiculously cold, and his lips trembled as he kept saying the wrong prayer. Suddenly, a glowing red light lit up in the darkness.

This time, both of them saw clearly, the red light was emitted from a translucent ball of flesh, and upward, there was a pair of murderous and greedy red eyes, fine fangs, and flowing saliva...

"Hungry . . . Hungry.."

The next moment, a terrible howl sounded in the room, and the sound of chewing...

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Thank you for the reward of GJZLH and Brother Liao Qiu yesterday, there are two more today.