The sound of the bell echoes throughout the dead silence of the abandoned factory.

The voice...... It seems to be coming from over there. ”

Chu Zihang listened carefully to the direction the bell came from—it was the other side of the abandoned factory.

How could such a long-abandoned garbage factory with no lights suddenly ring like a church bell?

He suddenly remembered that Uncle Shui had said during the day that there was a group of troublesome guys who had made their home here, could it be that it had something to do with them?

"Let's go, go over and have a look."

Lu Ming didn't even think about it, and walked directly in the direction where the bell came.

Chu Zihang had no choice but to keep up, and at the same time took his mobile phone and sent a text message to his home, saying that he wanted to play more basketball with his classmates and go home later.

The place where the bell rings is a ruined church, and it is hard to imagine the existence of a church in such a place that has been abandoned for so long.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were like two ghosts, looking at the church from afar on the edge of darkness.

Groups of black-robed believers quietly streamed out of the abandoned factories, their pale and pious faces illuminated with blood-red candles in their hands.

There were many cars parked on the road not far from the church, and under the bright light of the headlights, Chu Zihang noticed that the license plates of those cars were covered by black cloth.

But some of the emblems still glittered in the bright light – a silver trident, a letter B with wings......

The people who got out of the car also put on black robes, lit candles, and joined the ranks of the believers.

"There's a heresy here."

Lu Mingfei said in a low voice, his voice indifferent.

"Do you want to call the police?"

Chu Zihang asked, grabbing the tennis bag containing Mura Yu in his hand.

Religion, isolated churches, believers of all ages, rich and poor, strange and strange ways of praying......

When these elements come together, there is only one result.

The best way to deal with the police is to call the police and let the police uncle destroy and eradicate this evil organization that is smoky and miasma.

"Don't worry, just go in and have a look."

"In principle, all these heretics should be purified...... However, now the environment is different and the identity is different, so it can only be solved in a relatively mild way. ”

Lu Mingfei sighed.

“…… You're trying to find out the leader of this organization and kill ...... Hm, purify it out? ”

Chu Zihang was silent for a while before speaking.

"It depends...... But I always felt that they were not that simple. ”

"Let's go see first."

……

A middle-aged couple got out of the car and as soon as they turned off their lights, they were silently dragged into the darkness by the side of the road by two ghosts.

Moments later, the ghost reappeared.

They changed into black robes in the back seats, lit candles, and naturally joined the ranks of believers.

Chu Zihang was a little nervous, and kept moving forward with his head down and holding a burning candle, with Murayu's cold scabbard under his arm.

The two of them followed the believers into the dilapidated church, where they placed the burning red candles on the large candlesticks on either side.

But the main source of light is the blazing bonfire on the high platform of the church, the flickering flames that illuminate the carved glass and red frescoes on the walls.

The believers sat down in an orderly manner without a single murmur, apparently not the first time they had attended such a meeting.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang sat in the third row of the aisle against the wall.

Not only does it provide a better view of the murals and carved glass on the walls, but it also ensures that you can be flexible in the event of an emergency.

At first, Lu Mingfei thought that the paintings on the walls were all portraits of heretical religions, but the more he looked at them, the more wrong they became.

The images on the mural are obviously the alien race called the dragon clan!

Those golden eyes are very eye-catching on the scarlet-based portrait.

The story of the dragon and the man is painted on carved glass and frescoes, to the effect that the great dragon who rules all things bestows a drop of divine blood on a faithful mortal servant, and the mortal is transformed into immortality -

In the form of expression on the portrait, the eyes of mortals also turn golden like dragons.

"That's how the so-called half-breed came about?"

Lu Mingfei frowned, and looked at the high platform of the church.

The seats of the church were filled with worshippers, and two black-robed men who suddenly emerged from the shadows closed the door.

There was a dead silence.

"Welcome to the oracle—"

A hoarse but respectful voice came from the shadows, and a majestic blonde Caucasian man appeared before the devotees.

His eyes were as bright as gold.

"Those eyes! What a divine angel! ”

"The dragon really exists!"

"Oracle, please convey the will of the dragon to the faithful believers!"

"Please grant me eternal life!"

Witnessing the appearance of this Caucasian man, the believers became excited and stood up and chanted.

"The church of the West, the story of the East, the man of the West...... Or a hybrid of a man and a dragon. ”

Chu Zihang felt very absurd and ridiculous.

He was about to take advantage of this noisy opportunity to secretly call the police when the man on the high platform suddenly recited a low syllable.

The believers fell silent in an instant.

Their frenzied and excited expressions suddenly became sluggish and hollow, and they sat back in their seats.

The rhythm of the man's chanting of syllables grew faster and faster, and finally evolved into a chaotic chant of the same song.

"What's going on......"

Chu Zihang subconsciously looked at Lu Mingfei beside him, but the next moment, his head was violently aching again!

It was as if he had returned to that rainy night, facing the screams of the shadows on the Maybach.

The snakes danced in his mind, each one telling of the sins of the primeval days.

The maidens rolled over the stone-carved altars, screaming in pain, as if they were about to give birth;

The brutal baby tore open the young mother's belly and screamed and rushed to the crowd outside the bronze cage, but was soon stabbed to death with a spear;

Less brutal babies were left behind and raised in metal chains in cages;

And then a new young girl was pushed into the cage......

A brutal, bloody, and criminal history of the birth of a hybrid race was truly unfolded in front of Chu Zihang's eyes.

There is no dragon blood at all.

Only the greedy humans who thirst for the alien power of the dragon clan let the girls conceive children with dragon blood, and then dilute the brutal blood of the dragon clan from generation to generation with their lives.

In the end, a stable human-dragon hybrid was born, stealing the power of the alien race.

This dark and bloody scene was like a sharp needle piercing his brain, Chu Zihang endured the sharp pain, and recited the prayer that Lu Mingfei taught him in his heart.

Soon, the bloody scene in his mind was purified and dissolved by a brilliant divine golden light, and the severe pain disappeared with it.

Chu Zihang regained his consciousness and gasped for breath, surprised and happy in his heart.

The blonde man's chaotic chanting stopped at some point, and the dimly lit church fell into dead silence again.

The faces of the believers remained dull, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

And the butchers were stepping down from the high platform, and the butcher knives in their hands were shining with cold light.

"It's dirty."

Chu Zihang heard Lu Mingfei's whisper beside him, and his cold tone carried undisguised hatred.

The pair of golden vertical pupils that had only been extinguished more than an hour ago quietly lit up again at this moment.