Cornierton, Lower 3rd arrondissement, in a dilapidated apartment.

Zelenko, with a bag of flour hidden in his arms, quietly walked to his door, then took out the key to his body and gently inserted it into the keyhole, trying not to make a sound.

"Yo, what are you doing sneaking around so late?" A slap suddenly slapped Zelenko on the shoulder, accompanied by a sneer, "Boy, we've been squatting you for a long time." ”

Zelenko secretly said "Oops", quickly turned his head, showed a very reluctant smile and said: "It's hard to find a job now, if you want to support yourself, you have to get to this point, and you can also eat a meal, so that you won't starve to death." ”

"Really?" The two strong men looked like they had been waiting for a long time, "How did I hear that you bought a bag of flour?" Where are you hiding? Take it out and take a look! ”

"Nothing! How can I afford flour, someone must be talking nonsense! Zelenko did not dare to make any moves, fearing that the flour would be exposed.

"Don't act here." One of the brawny men pressed Zelenko against the door, and the other immediately searched his body.

"Look! Isn't this just a bag of flour? Dare to lie to us, look for death! ”

Taking away the flour, the strong man gave Zelenko a hard punch and knocked him to the ground.

"Don't take it, please, I still have family!" Zelenko didn't dare to fight back, he only dared to hug the strong man's leg and beg for mercy.

"Die, miscellaneous!" The brawny man with the flour kicked him so hard that Zelenko spat blood.

In a trance, Zelenko remembered a flyer he had seen yesterday.

A small neighborhood leader, with his men, caught people, stuffed a piece of paper, and wrote a few very strange words on it, and forced them to take it.

Zelenko didn't believe in it at all, but at the moment he couldn't do anything but pray.

Praying to an ethereal being and getting an answer is probably more likely than the villain's conscience discovering it.

Zelenko thought so, and muttered it out of his mouth:

"The witch who awakens in the apocalypse, the source of all pain and pleasure, the observer of prehistoric catastrophes."

"I prayed to you, prayed that you would help me."

When the honorific name was pronounced, Anna immediately sensed it.

"The first ...... came out so soon"

Anna looked ahead, and what Zelenko was going through was clearly transmitted.

With a gentle touch, two faint strengths passed in the direction of the prayer.

Zelenko suddenly flashed with a burst of black light, and immediately after, the two strong men who surrounded him turned to stone.

For Zelenko, this is just a split second.

After praying, he was never punched or kicked again.

When he let go, he saw that he was actually holding a stone pier.

It's just that the flour is still hanging on the stone man's hands.

"Oh my God, this can really be done!"

Zelenko hurriedly took off the flour, "We are saved, we are saved!" ”

But he was too early to rejoice.

The current state of Cornebleton, most people live in hardship, and the root cause is the collapse of the production order caused by supernatural events, the shortage of materials, and the lack of food and clothing.

And Anna can't make these means of subsistence out of thin air, so she can only ignore those who ask for something to eat and drink.

She would only respond to the prayers of those who were being attacked violently.

As well as those who are suffering from a resurgence of tricks, Anna will also help suppress and restore their state.

In just a few days, order in Corniburton quickly began to improve.

Anyone who has tried to pray to Anna during a paranormal event has all been dealt with.

One spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and the news soon reached the ears of a trickster.

Wrapped in a thick coat, large sunglasses and a mask, Chikov made his way through the narrow alleyways and back to his basement.

He did not dare to go out during the day, and he did not dare to meet with relatives and friends.

Don't even dare to take off your clothes.

Only at this time, when he was alone in the basement, did he dare to untie the heavy protection on the outside and look at his body in pain.

Chikov became a trickster not long ago, because of Kniebronton's special situation, he quickly ate and drank without worry, there were groups of beautiful women, coupled with outrageous combat effectiveness, even the old tricksters would be killed in seconds, so he wanted to be a good man for a while.

But soon, when the resurgence began, Chikov became a little overwhelmed.

Although he had expected this, every time he saw his body, he still couldn't end it.

His thighs were densely packed with slender legs two or three fingers long, his buttocks were choppy, his back was full of beautiful collarbones, and his arms were full of big sparkling eyes.

If the bodies of dozens of beauties are separated from his body, they will grow the same.

Not only that, but he didn't even dare to sit in one place for a long time.

For example, the bed in the basement, one day he slept and woke up to find that the bed had turned into a woman, looking at him with silky eyes.

Anything he touches, over time, transforms into a woman, whether it's a cup or a toothbrush.

Chikov once found a powerful trickster and tried to ask the other party to use supernatural powers to help him suppress the revival of tricks, but he didn't expect that the powerful trickster had also turned into a woman.

He had to flee back.

And even this basement will not be long in coming.

He had nothing left to use, and if he stayed any longer, Chikov was afraid that the house would also become a woman.

"Wait...... Why hasn't this changed? ”

When Chikov returned, he pondered for a while and realized that he had a ball of paper in his hand all along.

According to the law, this kind of small thing, pinching for a while, should have changed, but now there has been no response.

"This seems to be ...... Leaflets distributed everywhere on the road? ”

Chikov couldn't quite remember what was written on it, so he had to reopen it, and then he found these three strange prayers.

"Recite the name of the deity, and the deity will solve the supernatural event for you...... It's a lot of, it's ...... in the world."

He scoffed at first, but when he looked down, he saw the calf forest on his thigh.

"Recently, there have been rumors that there are fewer and fewer supernatural events in the city, it seems that it is because of the appearance of a god?" Chikov pinched the leaflet, his heart began to beat faster, "Just this piece of paper with His name on it will not be affected by me, then He himself ......"

Chikov completely put away his contempt, solemnly unfolded this shoddy leaflet, and spread it on the table.

He also knelt down to look serious.

I can't prepare anything else, and if I do, I will become a strange villain.