From Prisoner to Si Chen

The wolf lowered his head and looked down.

Disgusting yellow-black pus flowed out of the tiny bullet holes!

A heartbreaking pain shot straight from the gunshot wound to Tianling, even more intense than the kick he just received!

Viscount Robben suddenly showed an expression of disbelief and even panic.

"What on earth is this..." As soon as he started to speak, he screamed. "Ahhhh!!"

With a plop, the werewolf knelt down with his head in his hands.

Viscount Loben's mind flashed with bizarre and weird pictures, and countless whispers sounded in his ears——

It was a scarlet world.

The ground was filled with lava and strong winds were blowing.

A huge, foul-smelling snowball weighing as much as a thousand pounds fell from the sky, and countless red-skinned devils dragged the heavy objects forward under the pressure of three hounds.

A dark stream, figures fighting in the mud, a tower burning with flames, a coffin overflowing with lava...

The minotaur waved its chains and howled in the sky. Centaurs and harpies swept through the sea of ​​blood, killing countless figures and devouring them...

"The white dove passed behind the door and dropped its pure feathers, bringing good news..."

"The black cemetery needs more spirits..."

"The light of dust still shines, the name of dawn, exploring the supreme..."

An old voice murmured.

It kept lingering in the ears of Viscount Loben.

He cried out in pain:

"Hell's poison! Miasmic pollution?! No! No no no!!"

His eyes had been completely tainted by madness and he had lost all reason.

The shiny black bristles on its body began to lose their luster and gradually fell off, and the skin became ulcerated and pus-filled.

In the end, hot pus and blood burst out from all the seven orifices, and he fell face down.

thump! !

Outside the wall hole, Jilan's eyes flashed.

'I didn't expect... the "filthy pus" traded from Windmill Cat could be so terrifying. Just a quenched bullet can easily kill the "Gray Scar" strongman of the Heavenly Evil Cult. ’

He thought to himself and slowly put away the pistol.

I still have the poison-quenching demon-hunting ax that I haven’t taken out...

Viscount Luoben looked like he was bluffing people after his transformation, but he really didn't fight.

Looking around, it was empty except for corpses and the seriously injured and dying.

The door of the villa was open, and the originally naked guests had already taken their clothes and ran away, and the middle-aged steward and attendants were also missing.

Jilan didn't care. Those guys posed no threat at all, and they were not the goal of his trip.

"Well, I am the senior anti-alcohol agent of the empire. I came here to arrest the criminals of the bootlegging party. Viscount Loben Fasol took the lead in the resistance. I was just protecting myself."

He grinned and murmured words that he didn't even believe.

The color of her hair slowly turned back to golden, and the darkness in her eyes faded, returning to dark blue.

Perhaps due to his own strength, after Weiwei's "bloodthirsty curse" was lifted, he only felt a slight sense of weakness, but it was not strong.

Gillan was very pleased with this.

He first trampled the rest of the injured to death, then took a step forward, got through the hole in the wall, and went straight to the werewolf's body.

He groped around on Viscount Loben's body. In the pockets on both sides of the torn casual pants, there was a wallet, a pack of cigarettes, a gold-plated lighter, and an opened and lacquered letter.

As soon as he finished searching, Gilan saw his fingers glowing with colored light.

The werewolf corpses he touched quickly decomposed and finally turned into dust and scattered. The color number "15" in the corner of his sight jumped and became "65".

Viscount Luoben provided him with 50 points of mysterious energy!

On the ground, only a narrow, irregular spindle-shaped fur was left, with the flame-shaped gray-black scar on it.

Ji Lan raised his eyebrows and bent down to pick it up.

The colorful entries swayed above it, showing:

"Grey Scar. The unique brand of power within the secret sect 'Tian Ni Cult' is derived from believers' devout prayers to the old god 'Father Scar' and is rewarded through a certain ritual. Branded on the body surface, it can be exchanged for a trace of the evil spirit. The afterimage of power.”

"At the same time, this is also the status symbol of the official members of the 'Heavenly Evil Cult'. They are called 'Scar Bearers' internally, and they have a certain status."

"Those who are branded with gray scars will be connected with the first Si Sui, and will be influenced and even controlled by the will of a higher-ranking person."

Gillan looked at the entry and immediately thought of the "golden seed" left by the black goat. These two things are very similar in description and function.

‘Perhaps, the believers of the old gods obtained such mysterious objects through sacrificial rituals, so as to master the mysterious power... It is not the same as the way of the "Road of the Fire Sword". ’

He guessed in his mind and put the piece of fur in his hand into the dimensional space.

‘Loben Fasol is a little stronger than Black Goat Mick, with 10 points more mysterious energy. I don’t know if it’s due to the poisoned bullets. ’

After all, "filthy pus" is equivalent to forcibly contaminating the other party, pouring strong toxins and miasma into his body, causing him to go crazy and die suddenly on the spot.

Gilan thought for a moment and then opened the wallet. There were more than 500 Caesar's banknotes inside. Without saying a word, he took it out. After throwing away the wallet, he put the gold-plated lighter into his alchemical leather pocket and took it as his own.

Finally the letter was opened.

He took out the letter, flicked it, and glanced at it.

Soon, his eyes narrowed and his expression darkened.

There isn't much in the letter.

It was probably written by a stranger to Viscount Lobben. The other party called Luo Ben the "Gray Scar Priest" and said that the "Feasting Ceremony", a large-scale sacrifice event for God the Father, was about to be held, and hoped that Luo Ben would start preparations as soon as possible.

Among them, two key names were also mentioned, hoping that Luo Ben would urge these two people to move faster.

One is named Crook Taylor.

Gillan knew that this man was Miss Didier's father, the current leader of Earl Taylor's family, Lord Crook.

Second, Gillan is more familiar.

"Ramon Farhan..."

He looked at the name with cold eyes.

The "separation ceremony" mentioned in the letter easily reminded Gilan of the "excellent traditions" within the "Tian Ni Cult"——

Firstborn son sacrifice system!

'No wonder...'

Ji Lan thought to himself and sneered.

‘I’m talking about an illegitimate son who I haven’t seen for twenty years. Why do you want to find him after traveling thousands of miles away? It turns out that he wants me to be the scapegoat for that idiot Prince! ’

Combined with Ms. Sisali’s meaningful words while dancing before the dinner started, she said that it was a wise choice for him to attend this banquet because Viscount Loben saved his life...

'So, if I follow Loben Fasol's script, if I successfully join the "Heavenly Evil Cult", I can circumvent the "eldest son sacrifice system"? ’

Ji Lan found it interesting and murmured:

"Oh, it seems that the relationship between Viscount Robben and his cheap father Ramon is not very good..."

He stood there and grinned a ferocious smile.

"Old dog, you fucking want to hurt me, don't you?!"

Full of murderous intent, Gillan turned around and walked to the corner of the hall, taking away his hat and coat from the coat rack. While dressing, he walked towards the door.

"You really deserve to die!"