Suddenly hearing this, York raised his eyebrows, did not answer this sentence, but asked seriously:

"How did you feel just now?"

Alesa thought about it seriously and said crisply.

"It's gone, it's scary."

Yorks laughed a little, is it worthy of Alaissa, the words he said were as direct and simple as a child, although he said that he was a god believed in by the aboriginal Indians, but consciously at the moment of birth, he was actually similar to a human child.

Although there are also essential gaps.

Because of Aretha's words, York muttered a little in his heart.

Is this what his power shows when it leaks out or when it enters the particle state?

But this muttering is gone in a blink of an eye, because mental power is more important than such unrelated things.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yorkes asked again.

"Alesha, how did you create the inner world, can you tell your uncle?"

Alesa tilted her head, everything she did was overflowing with the word cute, and she frowned, thought about it seriously, and then nodded and shook her head.

"Huh?"

"Uncle York, I don't know." Alaisa looked at York and whispered with embarrassment.

"It's like I can create something exactly like that if I think so."

It was a powerful statement, and Yorkes didn't know how to deal with it.

But I thought about it for a while.

There are gods and demons in this parallel world, although the individual births of gods and demons may be a little different, such as the birth of Aretha from the endless source of faith, which is something he has never heard of or seen.

According to Alesa, there was Silent Hill first and then her, and Silent Hill could be considered her body.

Then coupled with the fact that there were suddenly more aboriginal Indians worshipping her, she had more power in the dark that she had never had.

That is very pure faith.

These beliefs were formed by the best wishes of the aborigines, but at that time she was not yet conscious, and she was just a walking corpse constantly absorbing these pure sources of faith.

Over time, in those long years, the source of faith grew larger, and under the influence of those beautiful prayers, she was born with some consciousness.

In the end, the Indians were invaded, and many dark things came.

The Indians' prayers grew stronger, and it was in this context that she was suddenly born, but in those dark years, those prayers began to become less rosy, so that some pure sources of faith took on a different look.

From the pure source of faith, Aresa instinctively hated this dark power and began to divide it, until now

All of this reminded York of the gods he had seen in his previous life.

The path to godhood is related to the power of faith.

"Is incense a god?" The word popped into York's mind because of Aressa.

As for why he thought of this, it was because of his corrupt world, and Yorks was sure that he could control the power of faith in the rotten world.

The power of faith in the whole world is much greater than that of Aressa.

And because it was a period of rapid development of peace, coupled with the guidance of the church for good, the power of faith can be said to be very pure.

"I can."

But as soon as this idea came out, Yorkes was killed directly.

Because according to the saying that incense became a god in the previous life, once the incense is scarce, then the strength will also decline rapidly.

As Alaisa said, she is not in her prime, and the black dress that controls the source of darkness is much stronger than her.

Isn't this when a believer or faith has no power at all, and he has no power at all?

"It must not be placed in anyone's hands." York secretly made up his mind, and he had a greater understanding in his heart.

"Only your own things are your own things."

"Uncle York, what are you thinking?"

As the child's voice sounded, York looked over and saw that Alaisa was dangling in front of him with her little hand outstretched.

York smiled: "Didn't think of anything, Arissa, can you show your uncle?" ”

Probably able to help him, Alaisa suddenly became excited, nodding violently like a child.

"Look at Uncle York."

Aletha stretched out her little hand and spread it out.

York nodded in response.

"I'm thinking about a paintbrush right now." Aretha said. "Then I'll be able to create it."

In the next second, under his witness, a powerful spiritual power fluctuation appeared in Alesha's hand.

It didn't take long for him to see a paintbrush, slowly generated from beginning to end, and finally appeared in the palm of Aretha's palm.

York took it and felt it carefully, this brush gave him the same feeling as the inner world, but York could feel that this pen could be used, and it could still be used by people like the brush in the real world.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, he really couldn't figure out this kind of thing.

In addition to spiritual power, what other power is contained, whether it contains the power of faith, or the unique authority of Alesa herself, he really can't tell, after all, Silent Hill is a physical object, and it is also Alesha's body.

"Forget it, let's think carefully about your strength."

York shook his head in his heart, this kind of spiritual power has the ability to manifest things, and he will do it too, but he can't make this kind of physical feeling.

After thinking about it, it may still be related to the power of faith, but he doesn't want to borrow this power to integrate into his body, which probably means that he can't learn from Alesha's practice, and can only follow his own predetermined path.

That is, to use science and physics to create his own world and his people.

"However, this trip is not without experience and insight." York looked at Alaissa and returned the brush to her.

"Uncle York, am I not helping you?" Alaissa's visibly lost seemed to be able to perceive the current situation.

"No, you've done my uncle a great favor, and I'm happy, Alesa." Yorkes smiled, reached out and touched the top of Alesa's head, who had turned from loss to laughter, and said gently.

"Thank you, Aressa."

"Hee-hee." Alaisa laughed so hard that her starry eyes narrowed.

…………………………………………

Meanwhile.

An island country that is completely covered by the sea and is affected by tsunamis from time to time.

In a village where the villagers have long been dispersed, a woman in a black suit with a suitcase walked in the thick fog, and her temperament was full of ability.

Her face is cold and delicate, showing firmness and wisdom, her slender eyebrows show a natural arc, revealing the characteristics of decisiveness and determination, her eyes are bright and sharp, revealing intelligence and intelligence, the straight bridge of the nose and elegant lips show her perseverance and determination, and the jaw line is well-defined, showing a firm and confident personality.

The important thing is that in this dense fog and a village where there is some confusion at the end of the road, this woman is still wearing a pair of black sunglasses.

This is very special.

"Recently, there have been more and more incidents." The woman stopped at the intersection of the village, looked at the unpopular village in front of her, and slowly took off her sunglasses.

When the sunglasses were removed, a very visible scar appeared on her right eye.

Under normal circumstances, this scar is bigger than the eye, and for a woman who loves beauty, this is tantamount to disfigurement.

But in front of this woman, this scar and her capable and very special temperament complement each other, adding a bit of coldness to her already cold face.

She thought about it, left the suitcase in her hand in place, and then walked towards the village in front of her.

"Such a powerful resentment and filth."

The woman muttered to herself as she watched her surroundings seem to turn a reddish color.

She watched as the thick fog in the air began to change, quickly gathered, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and formed a handprint in seconds, when the reddish fog in front of her quickly gathered and rushed towards her.

She had words in her mouth, and the spiritual power in her body exploded in an instant under her spell.

"The god of the high heaven and the original god sits in the emperor, and the god leaks the god and the god leaks the beauty, and the life is to know it.

Eight million gods are equivalent to the gods set up to give the emperor and the emperor

Feng Copy Yuan Mizuho Kingdom Depends on the Worship of the Divine Consciousness of the Lille Consciousness Reward Congratulations to Me! ”

This is a mantra of the Great Purification, a kind of blessing used to drive away impurity, and when used with spiritual power, it can exert a great purifying effect.

After the woman recited the words, the huge spiritual power that erupted from her body was mixed with the purifying effect of the Great Purification, and directly slammed into the dense fog aggregate in front of her.

In an instant, there was a roar.

The burst of spiritual power instantly dispelled the dense fog that shrouded the village, and the power of the spell in the woman's mouth began to manifest at this moment.

"This long-term reliance on Fengli Zhiguo, Zhong'er Huangzhen, pay attention to it, is equivalent to the mother-in-law questioning, than Zhi, Ai, the root tree, the root!

The Japanese are high in the country, and the country is in the country, and the country is in the capital, and the palace pillar is too perk! ”

“……”

The purification of the congratulatory message quickly spread throughout the village along with the escape of her spiritual power, directly purifying the filth hiding in the surrounding corners.

The spell kept falling, and although it was small, it resounded through the small village, causing a foul smell of smoke to emanate from the ground.

It wasn't long before a slight scream was heard.

Calm was restored in an instant, and the small village, which had been shrouded in thick fog, was restored to its original state, and the sunlight poured down from above, adding a bit of warmth to the plainness.

The woman opened her eyes at this time, glanced around coldly, then picked up her sunglasses and put them back on, and turned to leave.

Every move is very capable and decisive, but it is very eye-catching, I just feel that this woman has experienced a hundred battles, which makes people feel full of security.

With a blank face, the woman walked to the clearing where the suitcase was placed, glanced back at the village, reached out and grabbed the handle of the suitcase, and left the place.

Walking along the trail, there was a group of people waiting for her at the intersection of more than a hundred meters.

There are villagers, women in suits, and police officers in police uniforms.

"Kotoko-sama Higa."

While the group was anxiously waiting, they greeted the woman as soon as they saw the woman appear.

"Are you alright?" Someone asked worriedly, not caring about the success or failure of the exorcism, but more concerned about the safety of this woman.

Higa Kotoko looked at this group of people, still with that expressionless expression, no one should approach, she didn't even take off her sunglasses, just handed the suitcase in her hand to her subordinate in a suit, and said calmly.

"I've removed the filth, and you'll have to wait two days before you go in."

After saying that, Higa Kotoko walked forward on her own, and the people in front of her avoided it.

She was a little taller than everyone in the room, and the scene took on the effect of standing out from the crowd.

"Higa Kotoko-sama ......"

Even though someone was shouting at her, Higa Kotoko didn't stop, but continued to walk towards the car in front of her.

A man in a black suit hurriedly followed.

"Kotoko-sama Higa! Thank you for coming, we can't thank you enough! ”

The excited voices of the villagers came from behind her, and Higa Kotoko just paused, then pulled the car door open and sat inside, while also closing the door to block out the many sights outside.

"Let's go."

At this time, the two women in suits had already sat in the front seat of the car, and after nodding yes, they immediately started the car and left the place under the eyes of many eyes.

Thinking of something, Higa Kotoko's breathing rate fluctuated a little and spoke.

"Anything else?"

The two women in the front seat glanced at each other, and the woman in the passenger seat replied first.

"Mistress Higa Kotoko, the rest of the supernatural events have been entrusted to other psychic matchmakers, and you have dealt with twelve supernatural events, please rest for a while."

Rest?

Higa Kotoko's expression changed, but she just shook her head, and under the puzzled eyes of the two men in the front seat, she took out a small brick from her bosom that did not look like a modern mobile phone, flipped it a few times, and dialed a number.

After a while, the call was connected, and a calm man's voice sounded in Higa Kotoko's ears.

"Hey."

Hearing this, Higa Kotoko took off her sunglasses and said, "Bishop Pedelio, I'm Higa Kotoko, can I ask you a question?" ”

"You say." The voice from the mobile phone didn't have any emotional fluctuations, but the tone seemed a little weird, as if he knew what questions Higa Kotoko would ask.

"Recently, there have been more and more supernatural events, and the filth has become more and more powerful, what I want to ask is, is there something that has changed in that place?"

As the strongest psychic in the island country, when she inherits the largest shrine and becomes a saint, she is qualified to know the truth of this world.

For the most part, if anything, has changed dramatically, it is what has changed in the cracks of the world, causing a chain reaction.

On the other side of this call is the Cathedral of Santa Maria Mary in Tokyo.

Built in 1961 and completed in 1964, the Cathedral of Santa Maria del María is located on the site of the former Christ Church in Tokyo.

The main body is a departure from the traditional wall and roof design, with a curved wall rising from the oblique quadrangular plane of the ground, and then gathering into a horizontal cross-shaped skylight at the top.

Looking down at the Latin cross, looking up looks like a silver bird with wings ready to fly. The bell tower of the church is separated from the main body of the church, and is 60 meters high, like a silver needle piercing the sky.

On one of the aisles inside, an old man who was walking with a group of clergy replied calmly.

"Yes."

(End of chapter)