I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

The man with the mustache danced and talked, and suddenly found that he was still sitting inside, staring at his Oria with a pair of red eyes.

He stopped suddenly and stood there stiffly.

After a while, the sound outside the house gradually stopped, and the bearded man found that everyone in the room turned their eyes away from him.

When I turned around, I saw Tang You walked in.

The long sword he was holding was still bright and clean, not stained with any filth.

The monsters outside are not real monsters from other worlds, but an imaginary existence in this dream that extends from a source and shrouds reality.

This dream connected the spirits of all the people in the town, dragged them into this seemingly real and fake level, and directed everything, trying to absorb their fears and grow themselves.

If you kill it directly, due to the existence of the link, the people in the small town will also die.

Therefore, Tang You has no simple and rude solution.

Instead, he chose to suppress his strength, not let the opponent feel fear, and send out monsters condensed from his strength little by little.

Let it dry itself out, the tentacle-like links wither and weaken, and after ensuring the safety of the people in the town, it will be eradicated.

To be honest, for Tang You, the source of dreams is not strong, but its existence and ability are quite strange.

In particular, there are hostages, which is the most troublesome point.

Tang You passed the moustache man and walked in front of Oria. He picked up the glass and was about to drink the remaining beer in one gulp, but when he saw it, it was already empty.

He immediately looked at Oria.

On the other hand, Oria's fair little face was calm, but her beautiful and strange red eyes were a little afraid to look at her.

It is self-evident who drank the rest of the wine.

Tang You was surprised. For the first time, Olya showed some kind of preference in front of him, which was a good thing, although...something was not right...drinking.

take it easy.

"It's okay, just drink it." Tang You gently rubbed her hairy head.

Immediately, he took her little hand.

"The corpse has disappeared!" Simon exclaimed suddenly.

Hearing this, the others followed his gaze and saw the corpse that rushed in first and then was cut in half by Tang You's sword.

"What the hell is this 〃々?" someone muttered to himself.

Tang You didn't pay much attention to the disappearance of the corpse, but looked at Simon and the others: "You guys, come with me."

"We?" Simon pointed to himself, very at a loss.

Tang You nodded.

Seeing it confirmed, although Simon and others were full of puzzles, these geeks didn't even dare to ask why, and went out with hesitation and worry.

Before going out, Tang You suddenly stopped, turned around and said to the boss at the bar who didn't know how to react:

"You have good beer here."

Then go out.

Under the dim street lights, the corpses on the ground outside were slowly vaporizing.

But the flesh and blood of the people in the small town did not change in the slightest. Simon and the others looked pale in the extremely bloody and twisted scene.

"They... all died..."

People who were sitting in a tavern before, and now they have become incomplete pieces of things in this place, are really unacceptable.

"Actually, only five or six died, and the others ran away. And to be precise, they didn't die either." Tang You said.

Simon and the others were stunned for a moment, it's all like this, isn't it dead yet?

Tang You didn't explain too much, but asked, "Do you know why I asked you to follow me?"

They shook their heads stupidly, and today's events made their usual smart brains dull.

"Because what happened today has a lot to do with you. Remember the black ball of art that you gave to the priest when you first arrived in the town?"

What Tang You said surprised Simon and others.

They can't imagine that such a tragedy today has something to do with them?

At the beginning, when Simon and others came to the town with fake identities, although they were guaranteed by friends, it was not safe.

After all, in order not to be troubled in such a remote area, the most important thing is not a reasonable identity, but the recognition of the local people.

So, under the reminder of their friends, they bought a lot of exquisite gifts in Mossyike in advance, and gave them to the local people with dignity, so that they could live in peace.

As the only clergyman in the town, Ivanov, of course, also received something, a piece of art that was expensive and roughly resembled a black sphere.

"You mean...there's something ominous hidden in that black ball? And that's what caused all this?"

Simon recalled.

"That black ball isn't Blue Star's stuff at all, it's just being sold as a lot of art."

After the disintegration of the red-colored empire, the poor and crazy Xiong people really sold everything.

From old gun grenades to nuclear warheads, from oil and gas to mammoth tusks buried in Siberia, there are only things you can't think of, and they can't put them on the shelves.

It's really not a big deal to sell a beautiful odd-shaped stone ball that you picked up as a work of art.

"us……"

The cruel facts made Simon and others look ashamed.

"Things are not irreversible, but if I continue to move forward, I will definitely encounter more and more monsters, and the situation will become more and more dangerous."

Tang You said, leading Oria in the front: "Of course, you can choose not to come."

Simon Pine and the others stood there, looking at the flesh and blood on the ground, thinking about the scenes of them drinking and chatting, hunting for monsters all over the street, and deep self-blame came like a tide.

"What the hell have we done!"

They looked into the distance again.

This town was originally very beautiful, with red walls and sloping roofs, scattered with each other, and even the old street lamps are very flavorful. People will greet them warmly when they come and go.

But at this moment, the doors and windows of many houses have been broken, and many street lamps have collapsed. Obviously, monsters have attacked more than one place. The whole town was dead silent, like a deep ghost.

"¨'We killed them." Pine was frustrated.

Simon gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "We are responsible for the mistakes we made, we can't let this continue, we have to stop those monsters!"

When these people joined WikiLeaks, they had a sense of justice and felt that as top-level technicians, they had an obligation to help the world know the truth.

Although the subsequent series of setbacks have hit them hard, they have been cowardly to hide in Tibet. But after discovering the video of the Zhongyidong incident, they knew that there would be danger, but they still reappeared with justice, their blood surged, and they chose to publish it.

Therefore, although their sense of justice and responsibility is slightly skewed, the essence is obviously still good.

"guys!"

He looked at his companion, some trembling with fear, but struggled to meet his gaze.

Simon originally had a lot to say, but when it came to his lips, in the end, they only converged into two simple words: "Let's go!"

They hammered each other's fists, with a certain kind of intense look in their eyes, looked at each other, and quickly chased after Tang You.

"Excuse me...Where are we going?" Simon asked tentatively, encouraged by his companion's eyes.

"Church. The source of everything."

After Tang You finished speaking, there suddenly appeared one after another deformed shadows in the gap between the nearby houses and on the roof of the small building. They were densely packed and surrounded them...

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ps: Thanks to "**" for the reward! (The id is the mobile phone and may not be displayed.)

This small town incident was originally intended to be written with more twists and turns and suspense, but thinking about it, in order to subscribe, in order to support myself, it is better to compromise and choose to end it quickly.

If everyone looks awkward, it may be the reason for the temporary change of plan and the decline in quality. I would like to apologize to everyone here! cross.