Center for the Protection of Human Civilization

"Eating?"

Sachiko Nishikawa half-sat by the window, her hair tied up tightly, her eyes full of a belief called firmness, as if she never doubted that the idea of escaping with her friends would come true.

Because in her eyes, everything is a given victory.

Even after listening to Nangong Meng, he read the strange notes he found again, and his face was not wavering.

"It seems... Tomorrow is probably the last day, and I'm really lucky.

"The last train to Huangquan... Such a powerful ghost thing is actually just food here, and besides, the driver mentioned is the driver who sent us up the mountain, right?"

Sachiko Nishikawa's words made Chihanha fall silent, indeed, how did the amiable-looking uncle drive in the hotel that is difficult for even UHG companies to enter?

"Okay, we have one less hole card...

Don't call the driver if you don't have to, we've really been cheated.

"Two more chances to ask questions, it's time for us to ask how to get out of here, the mountain god is none of our business... We can't do anything about the Son of God, so it's the most important thing to get out of here now.

Sachiko Nishikawa analyzed, looked at the three who had no objections, and put the fox mask on her face again.

"Hello.

Looking at the Divine Son who was condensed and formed in the air, but flickered like a lamp lacking oil, Nangong Meng's heart ached for no reason.... In any case, the other party is really trying his best to help himself.

It's a pity that the death of the mountain god is not what they say, and the company's terrifying military strength and mysterious background are not at all beyond the reach of a group of students.

What horror are they fighting against, what kind of horror is there in this world...

"Hello, Miko-sama, let me ask you a question.

"I'm listening—"

Miko's voice was as choppy as a video call with a bad internet, and her body was shrouded in an impenetrable fog that made it difficult to peek into her true face.

"How do you get out of here? I mean... Leave the Western-style building.

Nangong Meng asked cautiously, even she didn't expect to find a way to leave all at once, if it was really so good to leave, Sachiko Nishikawa would have asked a long time ago.

"Leaving the Western-style Mansion.... It's not simple.... This is the territory of the townspeople.

"They're in captivity... Create your own gods...""

The Eye of the Yellow Springs is here... The head of Lord Yamagami is here...."

"Placing the sacrifice in the wrong place..."

"Stop... Deter... Stop...."

Like distorted music, Miko's warm voice became sharp and harsh, and she felt her mask, as if she had used her last strength to remove it.

"This power... Here you go... The child of prophecy...""

Only you can use it... Put the blood... Put it on the mask...""

Entrusted to fate..."

If the electrical appliance was damaged by the overloaded current, and a blood-stained mask in the air suddenly fell to the ground, Nangong Meng silently bent down to pick it up and carefully put it on his face.

Different from the delicate handicrafts on Sachiko Nishikawa's face, Nangong Meng's mask is like an ancient general's face that has been soaked in blood, and the face of the fox that should be charming is soaked in blood and has a lot more evil spirit and wordless killing.

Nangong Mengke has never forgotten, Son of God, there are no weak people in these beings who serve the gods... Their blades can pierce through steel, slash evil spirits, and use bows and swords to ward off evil spirits.

.........

Twenty minutes ago.

"Break!"

The cold glint in Nian Ju's eyes flashed, and she quickly flashed to the side with a longbow in her hand, her bare hands on the bowstring, just plucking her hands like stroking a harp, and the gilded emerald green arrows flew out as if cutting through space.

The arrows shattered several swollen giant corpses in an instant, but the staff members in black suits continued to drop all kinds of ghosts on the battlefield, and even those who were as strong as Miko gradually gasped for breath.

"Black suits, you... Rules of Use.... What are you going to do?can't those souls and lives satisfy you?Yellow Springs... It's not something you can touch!" No

one answered the roar of the Son of God, who mechanically threw all kinds of "food" stored on the first floor into the hall, and there was a constant stream of ghosts crawling out ......of the ground

Nian Ju covered the palms that were already drenched in blood, the hands that had mastered the bow for a hundred years, but at this time, they were completely broken by thousands of bow pulls, and even half a minute of movement was a luxury.

The Son of God who leaves the realm of the mountain god needs a physical body, and the existence of a physical body represents vulnerability... In today's scarce willpower, it is not easy to act like a mortal, and even manifesting is torture.

If Nianhua's recovery after a weak life signal made her breathe a sigh of relief, then following these prophesied children to this place again made her heart sink to the bottom again.

The door of the seal is wide open....

After the government's biochemical pollution, some civilians who did not have time to evacuate, or were deliberately left behind to test the power of biological and chemical weapons, were forced to settle here in order to stay away from the source of pollution, longing for the protection of the mountain gods and saving them from suffering.

But after discovering that the mountain gods themselves were not protected, some people turned to their strange gods.

With flesh and blood as a sacrifice and soul as a guide, it finally attracted the attention of a powerful evil spirit.... But that gaze comes more from people.

A group of people calling themselves the "Society of the Sages" have given the villagers a strange ritual so that they can temporarily avoid being harmed by the contamination of the bioweapon... Or rather, just to expel the pain temporarily.

But the villagers, who had been tormented by this non-lethal but tormenting epidemic for decades, undoubtedly joined the group.

As for the content of the ritual, it is to create a massacre every year... It can be concentrated, it can be dispersed, and only a certain number of people need to be killed, and their souls will be bound by various scenes, and after bringing their physical bodies to the first floor, those deformed children will be blessed with the blessing of being free from all suffering.

It's just that they don't explain the side effects.

The price is that they become more hungry and twisted day after day, and even normal emotions are irreversibly twisted, until they finally reunite into a big ball of meat, frantically devouring living creatures, madly breeding their own kind...

Of course, Nian Ju tried to stop it, but what could she do with her power? The villagers had already abandoned their belief in the mountain god, and if it weren't for the realm left by the mountain god, she would have dissipated along with the ruined shrine.

Until now, all the staff who were originally used by the freaks have disappeared, and only the staff of the Sage Society are constantly feeding the meat ball, and now, they are actually planning to open the gate of the Yellow Spring and irrigate all the souls and bodies inside into their bodies.

Now, there is only one medicine missing from them opening the gate of Huangquan.... That is the "last train to Huangquan" that is constantly circulating, representing the supreme torment.

Nian Ju didn't know if the prophecy was accurate, but he knew that his anxious waiting for the result had arrived: the prophesied saviors had appeared.

The Gate of Yellow Springs cannot be allowed to open again.... The night walk of the hundred ghosts in the past must not reappear in the world, and the tragedy of the world's misery cannot happen again.

It is true that the son of God was born to carry out the belief of the mountain god, but Nian Ju knows that even now, the only long-cherished wish of the mountain god is only to bless others with safety.

The voice of the baby eater appeared, and three or four slender monsters with only their mouths wide open walked with strange steps, and Nian Tangerine's broken thoughts were forcibly glued together, gathering all his energy again, and shooting an arrow with all his might.

Whew....

The few ligaments that were left were completely sawn off by the bowstring, but the arrows pierced through the heads of the four monsters, pinning them firmly to the wall, leaving the knife-like limbs to no avail of slicing through the people in front of them.

"Whew...."

Until his hands and legs were so sore that he couldn't move, Nian Ju gasped and retreated to the edge of the hall, and his middle finger with the bow was already visible.

I can't pull it anymore.

She stood silently, with her right hand behind her back, put her bow away, and pulled out the short knife that had been useless for an unknown amount of time.

I don't know how long I can last this time....

"Hello, Miko-sama, let me ask you a question.

A shy voice came, and the world was spinning, and Nian Ju clenched the short knife in his hand.

Message... It's those kids.

"How do you get out of here? I mean... Leave the Western-style building.

Listening to Nangong Meng's question, Nian Ju closed his eyes, okay, it's time.

At the moment, nothing matters, and it is only a matter of time before you dissipate.

I did everything I could...

Gave the crucial lamp to the children in the enemy's territory, and when they opened the seal on the second floor, they were given enough attention and time to go deep underground and destroy the nearly complete sacrifice.

It's not fair to these kids, they don't know they're involved in this fight, they just want to get out... In fact, if you just let them leave, you can break down the door of the hotel now.

But, this may be fate.

I hope that the New Year's flower can also convey the meaning to those strange intruders.... They are also human beings, and there are only dead things in the Yellow Spring, and they cannot be in the company of the Yellow Spring.

"It's not easy to leave the Western-style Mansion, this is the territory of the townspeople.

"They're keeping spirits in captivity! Create their own gods, and use them to gain offspring and power.

"The Eye of the Yellow Spring is here, on the first floor! The head of the mountain god is in the basement here

!" "Put the sacrifices in the wrong place and ruin their rituals!"

"Stop them! Stop them! Stop them! Stop them from leaving here.... Otherwise, it will be too late! Even if you leave, once the gate of Huangquan is opened, there will be no safe place in the world.

Nian Ju took a deep breath and tore off the mask on his face vigorously... A quiet and cold pale girl's face was revealed.

The Son of God never reveals himself except at the moment before death.

"This power is given to you, prophetic child, this is my power, and the power of the gods.

"Only you can use it, put the blood on the mask, use all the powers I have stored for yourself, seal the Yellow Spring, and thwart their plots.

"Leave it to fate, but don't give up... That's what Yamagami-sama told me.

"I'm going to fight the last and best battle....." "

Seven hundred and fifty-three years to protect this realm, but in the end it was such a failure that even mortals can't protect it.... As a son of God, it's really enough to fail.

Nian Ju put his right hand, which had broken off five fingers, behind his back, and clenched the blade of his left hand with burning eyes, facing the ghosts that kept pouring out of the ground.

"Let my blood pay for this sin—"

.........

"Ha, it's calm, little fox. The

young man's slightly smiling voice came, making Nian Ju stunned for a moment, and following the sound, I don't know when, a young man in a Taoist robe stood at the door of the hotel looking at him with a smile.

"Martyrdom is a great merit, but I don't need it now, keep this heart and do something else.

"Here.... Just let me take care of it. 」