[I'm sorry to inform you that since your pleasure has dropped to 0 points, the system is about to pronounce you mental death]

[After mental death, since you have not made a relevant will, your estate will be fully collected into the "Rules Book" system]

[We regret to inform you that although you have been sentenced to mental death, your soul will be judged by the wraiths as a trophy of the student camp in the dungeon]

[The result of the trial is as follows: due to the influence of your behavior choices and soul traits during your lifetime, after your physical death, your soul will be permanently trapped in despair and pain]

[Endless—]

The moment the system's voice fell, Teacher Ye had been gnawed to the point that only a puddle of white bones and a piece of blood mist remained.

*

After cleaning up the traitor Teacher Ye, the hatred value of the staff and believers returned to the normal standard, and their intelligence, judgment, and perception were finally able to return to the right track.

The original betrayer, the old woman, seemed to sense something: "It stands to reason that the resurrection ritual is in progress, and it is unlikely that the total solar eclipse will come again, unless it is ......"

Her face changed slightly, and then she shook her head comfortingly, "Impossible, such a thing can't happen......"

"The priest's body has been sealed in the idol by me, and he has obviously lost his power completely, and can only come out and scare us by some shoddy means... Such a priest is no match for our great gods! Although the old woman's tone was strong, she could not help but tremble as soon as she remembered the oppression and fear that the priest had just appeared before her for no reason.

Although she knew intellectually that she had the upper hand with the evil god, she was still instinctively afraid of the former priest, even ordinary people disguised as priests.

Why? She didn't understand why she was so scared.

What are you still afraid of? It is clear that he has become a winner, and only the winner can control the right to speak and the direction of public opinion.

The winner is king, enough to clear the traitor's sin and notoriety.

The believers began to turn back into the basement, and before they could get closer, they realized that something was wrong.

"Don't worry, I was confused just now, the true god is dead, the priest is dead, the priest just now is probably just a pretense, it's me who is too much..."

Before she could finish speaking, the old woman who had just entered the basement froze in place.

The candles of the ceremony had not yet been extinguished, but the heads of the worshippers had closed their eyes, and their idols had shattered to the ground, and among the messy heads and rubble on the ground, a hexagonal black wooden coffin appeared in front of everyone.

If all of this can be explained as a trivial accident, then the next scene is enough to make the old woman completely devastated-

I saw a man who looked like a young priest standing up from the coffin, I don't know what had just happened, the priest's white robe of a priest had been soaked with blood, and a large scarlet mottled mark spread on his body, as if a flowing red tide surrounded the priest.

Under the flickering candlelight, the priest held in his hand, the same blood-soaked and sharpened cross.

He played with the cross in his hand, damp drops of blood running down his fingertips—

Tick. Tick.

At this moment, it was the only sound in the basement.

Wet droplets of blood echoed in the dead silence, and the fishy sweetness spread.

The priest delicately licked the remaining blood stains from the corners of his lips, as if tasting some extreme delicacy, and his Adam's apple was smooth, and his lips became bright red and moist.

Finally, with a pair of sleepy eyes, the priest looked at the faculty at the entrance—

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a long time."

The priest's tone was as languid as his gesture, but it conveyed an irresistible sense of oppression.

Silent.

Everyone present subconsciously held their breath, and several NPC believers even heard the sound of their teeth chattering.

This is the instinctive reaction of living beings when they encounter absolutely strong people, and they cannot be controlled by reason.

At this time, the old woman could no longer calm down and think, she succumbed to her instinctive fear, and froze in place, unable to move.

But even so, the old woman noticed that the priest standing in the coffin in front of her was a little different from before.

The top button on his neck was loosened, and there seemed to be an extra bite mark next to his Adam's apple.

It was precisely because of this subtle difference that the majestic asceticism in the priest's body instantly changed its taste.

The priest lowered his gaze to the other body lying in the coffin at the moment, and at the little fangs that the other party had not had time to retract, perhaps because the candlelight was too dim, which made his expression ambiguous.

The priest was silent for half a second, and finally looked back at the desperate believers: "I've been waiting for a long time, I hope you will like my gift." ”

The moment the priest's words fell, a fire ignited on the believers for no reason.

The screams of pain quickly spread throughout the basement, and the fire quickly distorted the facial features of the cultists of the evil god, who rolled on the ground in pain and repented, and the heads of the students who had been enshrined next to the headless god suddenly opened their eyes.

All the heads stared at the burning confession at this moment.

The firelight made the confession unusually bright and hot.

A total solar eclipse completely enveloped the exiled cultist campus, and the headless idols enshrined everywhere began to spontaneously combust.

The chanting of the liberation of the spirits rang out from the school radio station, the headless god had been destroyed in the fire lit by the priest, all the sacrifices had been destroyed, and the spirits of the students whose souls had been trapped here were finally freed.

A total solar eclipse made this sultry morning look like night.

In the burning wind, the spirits of countless students floated like hydrogen balloons over the campus, constantly drifting higher and farther in the direction, leaving the airtight walls and barbed wire gates, and finding real freedom and relief.

They were sent here on the "charge" of "problem students" and held in a cult camp disguised as a boarding school, where after the most brutal torture and abuse, the believers began to induce them to commit suicide.

"Help us—" For years, the students trapped here had to ask for help from the spirits of their predecessors, who were so helpless that they could only seek help and comfort from their dead companions.

After all, asking for help itself is also desperate.

The charred corpse of the cultist appeared on the pillar of the auditorium at this moment, and at the same time, the school radio sent a reminder-

[The new semester has come to an end, congratulations to this class of freshmen on their successful graduation......]

At this time, the student players were still a little confused.

What's going on? Who is the priest? Why do you look exactly like the player named Mr. Qi? And how did they clear the customs inexplicably?!

When Qi Xiaonian stopped his eyes on the idol in the priest's hand, he was surprised to find that the statue, which originally had no face, had facial features.

The newborn statue has the exact same appearance as the priest.

The only difference is that the statue of the true god has two tiny fangs.

It is already obvious who this face is on the statue of the true god.

"Father, let's ...... next"

"Shhhh

The priest pressed his index finger to his lips and interrupted Qi Xiaonian's question.

He lowered his gaze and gazed at the little vampire lying in the coffin in a kind of Inquisitor stance, but soon, his gaze changed its flavor.

The priest raised his hand and lightly touched the button that the other party had undone for him with his fingertips, leaving an attempted bite mark on his bare skin.

The poor little vampire doesn't seem to be getting his way.

At this moment, the remaining blood on the priest's neck was illuminated by the candle flame, reflecting a slightly damp and ambiguous light.

There is often only a thin line between abstinence and seduction.

The priest's Adam's apple slipped again, and he didn't fasten the button, as if intending to get his wish.

"Next, I'm going to wake up your Teacher Qi."

Chapter 96: The Priest

The priest knelt beside the sleeping coffin of the little vampire, and he lowered his gaze, staring thoughtfully at the bloody hole in the other's heart.

There are no beating hearts there, and the vampire's heart itself is static.

After a few moments, the priest closed his eyes and he dropped a kiss on the sharpened cross.

Quiet and religious.

The priest then used the cross to cut open the palm of his hand.

Scarlet blood quickly penetrated the skin, pouring out, blood flowing down the priest's knuckles to his fingertips.

Before the blood dripped down, the priest leaned slightly towards the sleeping little vampire in the coffin, first placing the cross upside down in the mouth of the other's heart, and then using his blood-stained fingers, delicately, gently and patiently tracing the contours of Qi's mouth and smearing his pale and dry lips.

I don't know if it's Qi Xiaonian's illusion, he saw that at this moment, the priest's Adam's apple seemed to be slippery again.

The priest even pursed his lips, as if he was enjoying it.

This is not the behavior and look of a good priest.

Nor would a competent priest resurrect a vampire so religiously.

But now all the absurdity becomes reasonable.

Sleeping vampires are well-behaved and obedient, and they also seem quite vulnerable.

The priest opened his fingers to the other's lips, moistened and soft by blood, and touched the tiny fangs that the little vampire had no time to hide.

The nascent fangs are not very sharp, and it seems difficult for such a young vampire to successfully capture their prey with these teeth.

The little vampire is suitable to lie in the priest's coffin, waiting for the priest to feed.

Despite the priest's gentle movements, the sleeping vampire seemed to feel something, his drooping eyelashes trembling slightly, and a slight amount of fluid permeated the corners of his eyes.

Because Qi Jiu's face is too pale, the eyelashes wet and slightly fluttering by physiological tears give people a sense of fragility on the verge of breaking, like a butterfly bound by a spider web, in a rainy afternoon, the butterfly on the verge of breaking struggles to flap its damp wings, making the last struggle of life.

It wasn't until the tines were soaked in damp red that the priest withdrew his fingers.

After a long while, Qi Yan's face, which was already bloodless, finally regained a little ruddyness, while his lips were moist and bright red than ever.

It's time to wrap up this bloody and crazy night.

The priest didn't care about the injury on his palm, he put the idol of the god whose facial features had grown completely and become "perfect" again in Qi Yan's arms, and instead smiled at the four student players with bewildered faces—

"Fellow freshmen, congratulations on finding the true God, and trust Him to shelter you from this unfriendly school."

*

In the chaotic dream, the mechanical and polite voice of the system sounded-

[Since you successfully awakened the priest and completed the dungeon to hide the main content, you unlocked the important backstory item of the dungeon "Student's Diary Fragment"]

[In order to help you better understand the story of this dungeon and prepare for the next skill unlocking, the system will automatically play this item for you]

[Note: The system time has been frozen during playback, please feel free to watch ——]