Colorful and mysterious runes and various patterns appeared on the floor of the hut, and a little starlight floated from the bodies of those people to the people standing on the inverted pentagram, and the feeling of being around him as if in the green field and the sea of stars made Rust's whole person intoxicated, the whole scene was beautiful, and the whole space became illusory.

It wasn't until the light and shadow disappeared that Rust woke up like a dream, he looked at Yang Se and asked a little confused, "This is the legendary magic array?" ”

"That's right." He nodded, and then looked at the people of the Rat Gang who were about to lose consciousness at the door.

"Do you blame him for rushing too fast?" He walked over and grabbed the top one and dragged him into the house, "It's okay, you can all come in." ”

The gang's vision was blurred by this time, and his head was buzzing like someone had stirred his brain with a spoon, but his ears could still hear the sound, and instinctively told him that he should leave now, but he couldn't move his hands or his mouth at this time.

"Am I dying?" The gang thought in a splitting headache, and then with a bang he was thrown to the ground and completely fainted.

He pulled off the clothes of the gang that had been thrown to the ground, then opened the two cans of ink, which were about the size of paint buckets, and he picked up the needle and stirred it in it, then stared at the back of the gang and thought for a moment, and began to needle without hesitation.

At this time, at the door of the tavern, the waiter who was going out to report the news was knocked on a stuffy stick and lay there, and the gang who knocked his stuffy stick was waiting a little anxiously.

The gang was a little uneasy, he looked left and right and saw that there was no one, so he bowed and dragged the waiter into the tavern, and then walked to the staircase to listen, but there was no movement.

"What's going on with the chief? Are you not afraid of being punished by the helper for procrastinating in doing things? The gang frowned and thought, the gang is a sit-down system, and if you don't do well, you will lose the rat hole, he looked at the door, and finally decided to go up to see the situation.

Quietly went upstairs, and the gang poked their heads out of the corner, and saw a group of people piled there, all of them his brothers.

“...”

"What's going on?!" The gang reached out to cover their mouths in shock, and almost didn't scream out, this is the group is annihilated, and the idea has to be reported to the gang leader!

The gang hurriedly wanted to turn away, but his feet slipped and he didn't step on the stairs, he let out a startled sound, and then rolled downstairs with a grunt.

"Bang!" The gang hit the ground with his face and lost two teeth, but he didn't care at this time, even the pain on it could be ignored, and the nervous gang got up and looked at the stairs and was about to turn and run away, but this glance scared him with a burp, at the head of the stairs, there was a man wrapped in a white cloth!

"The Rats, right? There is a lamp boy missing in my house. ”

The frightened gang watched the cloth man stretch out his hand, and hurriedly shouted that I am not a child! As a result, a powerful suction force was felt coming.

"Puff puff puff~" The uncontrolled gang climbed up the stairs with their hands and feet, and then followed the white cloth strip all the way to the depths of the corridor, and when he climbed over the gang of brothers, he was already in shock with fright, until he entered the hut and hit the 'corpse' The suction did not stop.

Feeling that he didn't climb the gang and hurriedly twisted to escape from this terrible house, he didn't want any brothers or gangs, but all this was an illusion, he twisted for a while and found that he couldn't move.

"No!" The gang broke down and shouted loudly, but the voice only appeared in his heart, his mouth did not move, and it was always a desperate face with thick eyes.

"Such a distortion of the watch will affect the creative heart." He sighed at him, stretched out his hand to knead him into a smiling face like a child who had made a mistake, and then broke his torso into the shape of a Western Han gilt long letter kneeling lamp, and then put two candles on his hands.

"That's enough brightness." Looking at the height of the candle, he nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to crouch down to embroider.

At this scene, silently watching the palm lamp gang that tattooed the back of the brothers in the gang is not the only one who is afraid, and there is still Rust standing behind the son.

After a few minutes of precipitation, Rust has completely returned to reality from the unreal, he looked at the scene in the room and the group of people at the door, and felt that the serious work in front of him was definitely not what he imagined before, the kind of wandering mage who was hunted by the church to hide in Tibet.

It is very likely that the cousin was sent by some Satanist elite or even the son of a demon to secretly control the city of the diocese of Farlon, intending to rebel against the Holy See.

Although he is only a serf family, after all, he has read books, and there are often some similar records of conspiracy, which he used to think was exaggerated, but now it seems...

I look dangerous!

After finishing a piece of work, he admired it with satisfaction, and then looked back at Rust, only to find that the other party's face was a little pale.

"What's wrong, cousin? Am I not good-looking? Asking.

Rust came back to his senses when he heard this, and looked at the lines behind the gang, only to see that the hollowed-out reverse pentagram and the goat's head were somewhat abstract, but they just gave people a mysterious feeling.

He smiled wryly, looked at the stake and said, "No, the stab is good, I'm just wondering if the fire on the stake will be too hot." ”

Hearing this, he was a little surprised, he patted the previous work and said, "They are also going to be burned at the stake, what does it matter to us devout believers?" ”

Rust didn't speak, just watched.

Seeing this, he frowned, and he saw the worry in Rust's eyes, so he asked earnestly:

"Cousin, do you remember your life in your hometown? Aren't you ready to step out of the house? ”

"Life back home?" Rust was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered his previous son, who was poor, lonely, and waiting for death like a walking corpse.

"Yes, compared to the hours of pain at the stake, such a hopeless repetitive life is even more unacceptable!" Rust's eyes flashed with light, and then he turned his head and dragged someone, "I'll help you pick and grind, well, then I'll prick the needle!" ”

"Cousin, I'm not what you think, and you'll find out later that I'm really a good person, a saint of Farlon." He looked at the vindictive Rust and smiled with relief, he needed a share, let alone give Rust a new life.

The atmosphere in the room began to liven up, and the cousins began to discuss happily what kind of tattoos were cooler and more mysterious.

"You're all devils."

When the day dawned in Farlon, the sheriff who had saved the night fire dragged his son with a sore back to the police station, and the latter group of cronies looked even more listless.

"I was going to make a profit, but I ended up suffering a night's sin, and they must have put the fire on those damn rats!" The sheriff threw the heavy armor at the guards on the side, "I guess they've already sold the goods by this time!" ”

"Shall we leave it at that, then?" The cronies asked with bitter faces.

When the sheriff heard this, he stopped his footsteps, and the guards who followed him almost collided.

"Sir—" A group of guards couldn't help but shudder at the sheriff who was looking at them with a hideous face, and before they could ask a question, they heard him say coldly: "Since the rats in the ditch have forgotten that there is a sheriff in Farlon, let's go and remind them."

"To what extent?" Seeing the sheriff's terrible look, the cronies asked cautiously.

"Gather a brigade, open an arsenal of weapons, and take a crossbow."

"Hiss~ This is going to be wiped out!"

"Sir, be cautious!"

"I'm afraid there will be a tax collector in the rat's nest at this point, you know the wealth..."

"Then let's kill together."

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