"Yes, it's really the father of Ms. No. 2!"

The worn-out notes are full of confessions to God.

This kind-eyed old man recorded his daughter's sins letter by letter on a piece of paper full of strange runes.

Reading between the lines is the hatred of the defiled blood of holiness.

It's just strange to say that this confession does not express remorse for his slashing daughter.

Just like murder, the moment it upholds the sanctity of the gods, it becomes an inevitable measure of justice.

Even for the sake of his lord and proud bloodline, he did not hesitate to desecrate another goddess - a human relief of his own daughter in her likeness!

The gray-green wallpaper still has traces of tentacles crawling, and under the sticky and dirty goo are unknown characters written in ink.

The inelegant handwriting becomes more and more messy in the lower right corner of the wall, and finally becomes a black ink ball smeared together.

"He also experienced a long period of mental torture, and besides, these characters should have been written just before the mutation happened."

Sang Ziqing refers to erasing the handwriting on the wall.

In the dry area that has not been tainted by slime, the slippery wallpaper is still wet and undried ink.

It's a pity that he didn't know what these symbols meant, otherwise he might have found something more.

On the bedside table, there are messy papers, which look like they were just turned into that messy appearance before the change.

Sang Ziqing sorted it out and flipped through the pages one by one.

Some years of paper, when placed in the hand, have a fragile feeling that it is about to be crushed into powder, and it looks soft.

"Birth information, time of initiation, as well as some personal history, some changes in faith..."

Really!

He heard it, and he believed it!

These derivatives of the remaining memories are simply evidence of personal existence.

Sang Ziqing grasped the dim paper in his hand tightly, and the anger and panic that could not be contained hit his body together.

The brittle old paper shattered instantly under the strong grip, and the only remaining upper and lower corners fell lightly on the bed.

"So, what are you lazy about?"

Yang Zijie's cold tone sounded behind him, and he was quite dissatisfied with Sang Ziqing's lazy behavior.

"No... Nope..."

Sang Ziqing only felt that the blood vessels in his body were frozen in an instant.

He didn't dare to look back, for fear that Yang Zijie would see his bloodless face.

"What is this?"

Yang Zijie picked up the debris on the bed.

"It should be some documents when I entered the church.,Some personal resume or something..."

"Turang Buman, who joined the Church at the age of fourteen, is really a veteran believer, birthday... It's the same day as me! ”

Sang Ziqing felt that his body was shattered, and the whole person was scattered in the air, uneasy, and couldn't find a place to land.

The beating heart was uneasy with the tone of Yang Zijie's tone.

"Well, that's a coincidence..."

Sang Ziqing barely squeezed out a smile and smiled back.

It's just that this turn almost scared him away.

In Yang Zijie's hand, he was carrying Louis Jie's bloody head.

Seeing that Sang Ziqing was so frightened that he rolled over and fell to the other side of the bed, Yang Ziqing apologized with a smile:

"I'm so sorry I forgot to carry this guy, haha..."

Tut!

With a sunny hearty smile, he does terrible things that he doesn't know about.

This bastard kid...

Sang Ziqing scolded secretly, the arms supporting his body trembled for a moment, and finally he couldn't hold on and collapsed, and he fell under the window.

"I'll go and deal with this guy too, you go and bring the body over, count, this is also a sea burial."

Yang Ziqing planned to leave Lou Yijie in the Black Sea.

"Do you want me to drag the whole corpse?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I've already cut her up and put her in a bag, and it's a hassle to drag her past to clean up the blood stains in the hall."

"Okay... Okay..."

Sang Ziqing promised repeatedly, and involuntarily retreated a few points.

Wantonly decomposed Louis Jie's corpse!?

Is this guy born with a dark belly, or is it ...

This damn mutation has already begun to affect a person's heart!

The shadow of fear that shrouded Sang Ziqing's heart became thicker and thicker.

He dragged his near-numb body, moved sluggishly and slowly, and slammed into the bed again.

The blood dripping from Louise's skull had already pooled on the floor.

Sang Ziqing stared at the scarlet on the ground, and his brain gradually stopped thinking.

Can't win, can't win at all...

The mutation that happened to the two people was as different as mud.

After Yang Zijie heard the voice from outside the world clearly, he would know that this was not a real existence, and at that time, he would die!

Just when Sang Ziqing was having a headache for life and death, a strange scene happened again.

Even though he thought he had enough resistance to weirdness, everything that happened in front of him was still like a red-hot soldering iron, engraved on his aching nerves.

In Louis Jie's blood beach, a few fresh green shoots sprouted!

They swayed their tiny bodies, greedily and recklessly absorbing the blood on the ground, even the slime left behind by their tentacles.

The strength that was taken away by fear is returned by fear.

Sang Ziqing went crazy, grabbed the bedside table and slammed it, twice at a time, until a few seedlings were crushed into mud.

After confirming that the green shoots had no signs of life, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The brief slowdown didn't make him feel much pleasure.

A strange question kept swirling in his mind.

Where did this death-scented sprout come from?

It is not enough to receive blood and get out of the cracks in the floor.

With an uneasy speculation, Sang Ziqing cautiously poked his head out of the door.

Really! Really!

The corpse pieces packed by Yang Zijie are struggling desperately in the black storage bag!

These weird sprouts, growing in the blood, with flesh and blood as nourishment, are desperately growing crazy!

Sang Ziqing saw that an ugly flower squeezed out the zipper of the bag, twisting and shaking in the air.

The four petals were triangular in shape, with a purple-blue hue like carrion, and it opened like a hand, revealing the fangs on the petals, and at the center of the flower was a scarlet mouthpart that was emitting a faint green mist.

Ahhh

Sang Ziqing took advantage of his roar and smashed it with his bedside table.

There was a scream from the wriggling flesh, and bunches of vines twitched out.

The vines full of sharp black thorns wrapped around Sang Ziqing's ankles, piercing the thorns fiercely, and those gloomy and dark spikes became mosquito-like mouthparts after entering the flesh.

They greedily draw the blood of the teenager.

Sang Ziqing didn't stop what he was doing, but he didn't stop beating the pieces of meat on the ground with the bedside table.

One time, two times, I can't wait to knock this shadowy castle to pieces.

"Die... To die... Die!! ”

"All to death!"

"What a room, what a Black Sea... I'm going to die! ”

His frightened face was smeared with spilled gravy, and his arms continued to exert force, smashing the brightly colored lacquered bedside table and smashing his hands into a burning pain.

Under the powerful pressure relief of the smashing, fear and comfort are intertwined, forming a complex and vivid feeling.

Sang Ziqing suddenly felt that this state of almost frantic struggle, the frightening feeling of peeping on the edge of death, had a vaguely inexplicable feeling... Pleasure?

He looked at the puddle of meat sauce that couldn't get up again, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on his face.