Life Copy Game

Chapter 786 I hope I’m not too late (please vote for the super large chapter)

The thick fog almost completely obscured all the surrounding vision. The red-haired woman raised her head and looked around while holding the disk in her hand. All she could see was the silent thick fog that made her unable to see her fingers.

Channels of light orange light fell from the disc in her hand, forming a shield like a curtain of light, enveloping her in it and blocking the erosion of the fog from the outside world.

Sizzling——

An extremely slight sound, as if flesh and blood were corroding, sounded on the light orange light. This was because the surrounding thick fog was trying to erode the shield.

This thick fog was similar to the thick fog in the hall when it first entered the inner church, but it seemed to be slightly weaker than that thick fog.

But even so, the corrosion from this thick fog was extremely violent. The red-haired woman felt the trembling from the disc in her hand and knew that the disc could not last long.

Her eyes carefully looked ahead, and the hazy light cleared some of the thick fog for her. She finally saw the figure of a young boy in front of him, almost completely trapped in the thick fog.

Until now, she felt a little more at ease.

Obstructed by the fog, she couldn't see any way forward at all, and the door completely disappeared after they stepped out of the thick fog.

Without direction guidance, she would probably be trapped and die in these thick fogs.

Although judging from previous contacts, the young boy didn't seem to have more information than her, and he might not be able to find a way to go deeper.

But intuitively speaking, judging from the powerful ability this young boy showed during their short time together, she believed that this young boy would definitely be able to find the right direction.

This is why she is willing to follow him into this thick fog.

Seeing the young man in front of her, she quickly followed him, but before she could reach behind him, the young man glanced around and sensed something in his hand. Then, as if he had received some kind of guidance, he moved along the direction. Rushing in a certain direction in the thick fog.

The red-haired woman was slightly stunned and immediately ran over.

At this time, He Ao, who was holding the diary in front of him, lowered his head and looked at the diary paper in his hand, which had become more illusory, while running wildly in the thick fog.

Under the vision of spiritual vision, these diary papers themselves are also made up of stacks of certain twisted patterns.

At this moment, the diary paper seems to be losing its energy supply, causing the twisted patterns that constitute it to collapse. During this collapse process, these patterns are the most sensitive to the source of power.

When Ho pointed the diary papers in one direction, they collapsed more slowly than in other directions.

Obviously, the source of power of these diary papers is most likely in that direction.

At this time, these diary papers act as a compass of sorts.

——

In the bright hall, a man wearing a golden robe stood quietly in front of a little girl in a red dress floating in the air.

At this moment, the little girl's smooth cheeks had normal delicate and lovely facial features. Her body seemed to be bound by some invisible thread. She stared at the man with wide eyes, some strange ripples flashing in her blood-colored eyes.

"Alice, your spirituality is so powerful and your talent is so amazing,"

The man quietly stared at the body of the little girl in the red dress. A sharp scalpel appeared in his hand, "Even if you have so many things piled up on your body and mixed with so much resentment, you still have a little bit of yourself left." fragments.”

His smile was gentle and kind, and his voice was calm, as if he was facing a slightly rebellious junior.

"If those heretical sects hadn't invaded this time, causing the original program to be disrupted and giving you a chance to escape, we might have always been deceived by you."

After hearing the man's words, the little girl did not respond, but struggled hard. The sticky blood flowed down her blood-red dress, dripping on the beautiful and delicate rock floor of the hall, seeping into Gaps between floors.

"As you get older, you always fall into memories,"

Watching this scene, the man in white robe slowly raised the scalpel in his hand and pointed the blade in front of the little girl, "Fourteen years ago, it was also in this hall that your blood flowed down to build this... The cornerstone of a great church.”

The sharp tip of the knife was suspended a centimeter or two above the girl's body, and slowly passed through the air along the lines of the girl's body. The calm and gentle voice contained some wistful emotion,

"My dear little niece, your spirituality is so powerful. If it were me now, I would definitely not sacrifice you. Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

"After all, if I didn't sacrifice you, I wouldn't have been able to get the chance to enter the core of the church's power, and I wouldn't be where I am now."

The sharp scalpel hovered over the top of the little girl's heart, "Fate is always like this, unpredictable and delicate. We don't know what consequences an accidental action will have over a long period of time."

Thick blood seeped out from between the girl's collar, dyeing her pale collarbone red. The girl's eyes widened, staring at the man who still maintained a gentle smile.

"It seems you have felt it,"

The man looked up at the huge dome above his head, his tone was calm, and his voice seemed to contain some kind of long-lasting memory.

"After all, you have experienced it once, haven't you? We cannot completely kill you who have become the cornerstone of this church, but we can repeat the ceremony that was held at the beginning and completely dismantle the last remaining bit of your spirituality into the cornerstone. ”

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl's pale cheek. The scalpel in his hand was slowly pressed down, and the sharp blade was pressed against the girl's heaving chest. "There's still a little bit left, the time is almost up."

Hazy figures appeared in the entire hall one after another. They overlapped and surrounded the two people standing in the middle of the hall. Some of them were whispering, some were silent, but everyone was watching here.

The man was not surprised by the appearance of these figures. They were reflections left in this church when the ceremony was held fourteen years ago.

This church is like a video camera, recording what happened in the past and then releasing it again when the 'ceremony' is restarted.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

Thick blood dripped down the long skirt and fell to the ground.

"People keep doing the same things they did in the past over and over again,"

The man looked at the little girl staring at him, "You still haven't given up hope, hoping that your 'brother' will come to save you, but you have already discovered it, haven't you?"

With a smile on his face, he lowered the sharp scalpel little by little, "You saw my watch in the closet. In fact, you already knew that your brother would never come,"

His cheeks slowly dropped and he stared at the girl's widened blood-colored pupils.

"One thing I didn't lie to you back then was that your brother was indeed crazy. He actually knew how special you were. If he had chosen to sacrifice you, then maybe he would be the one standing in my position today.

"He is crazy, so he chose to keep you and not allow you to go out, for fear that you would be robbed by us.

"But what can he do? He is just a child. There are thousands of people like you in this world. Who can change their own destiny?

"So he is indeed crazy."

The man slowly straightened up. Under the soft light of the church hall, the dividing line between his golden white robe and the girl's bloody dress seemed no longer so clear.

"Okay, the time is up. Most of your strength should have been taken away. Now everything should be over."

He glanced at the old-fashioned watch on his wrist, then at the little girl's delicate and lovely pale face, and shook his head slightly.

"What's the use of me telling you this? You died fourteen years ago, and what's left here now is just a trace of obsession."

The sharp scalpel cut open the bloody clothes bit by bit and fell on the pale skin. "The person you are waiting for will not come. He will not come fourteen years ago."

The little girl stared at the man's face, and the expression that originally had some fluctuations finally became completely silent.

The paper butterfly lying on the tip of her hair slowly lowered its wings and remained motionless.

The sharp scalpel cut through the cold skin, and the little girl's body trembled subconsciously.

The pain that was engraved into her soul seemed to have passed through the years and came to her again.

The surrounding illusory figures all fell silent at this moment, and everyone stared at the two people in the center of the hall.

The past history seems to be repeating itself at this moment.

boom--

At this moment, a white stream of light was like thunder falling from the sky, with a violent sonic boom, across the sky, hitting the scalpel in the man's hand, and knocking the man's scalpel away.

Bang-bang-

The sharp scalpel and the white scabbard fell to the ground almost at the same time, inserting themselves into the solid stone floor.

The man turned his head and looked in the direction from which the stream of light flew.

"cough,"

A young boy with a pale face was standing in front of the open door of the wooden cabinet, holding a white knight's sword in his hand, watching him silently, "Uncle Rockaway, long time no see."

A red-haired woman wearing tights also walked out of the darkness of the cabinet almost at the same time, standing behind the boy. She looked at the surrounding hall, "Are we back?"

"No."

He Ao shook his head calmly, his eyes still staring at the man in white robe with golden silk not far away.

Although the appearance of this hall was exactly the same as the hall they first entered, the twisted pattern on the ground floor was actually completely reversed. It seemed that they were back to the original point, but in fact they had entered 'another hall'.

At this time, the man in the golden silk robe was looking at He Ao's face, his eyes slightly narrowed under the golden round glasses. After a brief pause, he smiled gently with a little surprise,

"Iroh, I didn't expect you to come in, but I'm surprised that you still remember me after not seeing me for so many years."

"I don't remember you,"

He Ao shook his head slightly, "I just remembered your mask."

Rockaway was once an old neighbor of the Novis family. In Ilo's memory, he was a very "kind and gentle" person. He often gave Ilo candy when he was very young, and talked with Ilo's parents. The relationship is going well.

At that time, several children in the kindergarten where Ilo played well had a good relationship with Rockaway.

Ilo's impression of Rockaway was deep and engraved in his memory, so when He Ao heard Rockaway's voice in the first room for the first time, he had a clear sense of "familiarity".

Later, after the Novis family moved away, the two parties lost contact, but when Ilo was six years old, Rockaway visited the Ilo family and tried to 'preach' to the Ilo family.

But as seen in the previous room, the man in front of him always wore a 'smiley mask' on his face.

What Iroh remembers is not him, but the mask on his face.

"interesting,"

Rockaway looked at He Ao, squinting his eyes slightly.

"Little Iroh, I can feel your soul burning like a flame.

"I originally thought that only your parents were extremely spiritual people, and your brothers did not inherit your parents' 'talent'.

"But now it seems that my original judgment was wrong. At least you have 'inherited' part of your parents' talents and have extremely high spirituality, but you didn't show it so obviously before."

He paused and glanced at the knight sword in He Ao's hand, "Now it seems that you have successfully possessed extraordinary power?"

He shook his head, "It's a pity that such a good natural gem, which is simply a gift from the eternal light, has already been carved. What a waste."

"Then how can we not waste it?"

He Ao held the knight's sword in his hand and glanced at the girl in the red dress who was still clamped in the air. "Be your 'sacrifice' to sacrifice to the eternal light and obtain the 'gift'?"

Just now when he ran through the thick fog, found this door, and when he pushed it open and came out, he heard part of Rockaway's words.

"Oh, you have become unlovable, my little Yiluo. If I hadn't sacrificed my little niece and let me enter the core level of the church, how could I have the money to buy a house near your previous residence and become a Where are your 'neighbors'?"

Rockaway shook his head. He still maintained a gentle smile and gently raised his fingers. Invisible thin lines spread out from the air and connected to his fingertips.

"I know what you have done. You seem to have come into contact with some hidden power, thus gaining some extraordinary power and receiving some kind of secret help.

"I can feel the powerful power in your body, but the increase in power in such a short period of time, even if your spirituality is extremely high, may come at a high price? Can you really use these powers at no cost?"

He Ao's face darkened.

"Although this 'helper' beside you has mastered some interesting props,"

Rockaway glanced at the red-haired woman next to He Ao, "But her strength doesn't seem to be enough to help you in the battle."

Red-haired woman:?

The red-haired woman lowered her head and whispered to He Ao, "Be careful with this guy who always fakes a smile like a castrated eunuch in the palace. His clothes mean that he is the deputy bishop of the Eternal Secret Cult, and may be the strongest in this church. One of two or three people.”

Although she lowered her voice, the actual volume was not low, and both Rockaway and the girl in the red dress could hear her clearly.

The smile on Rockaway's face faded.

The little girl in the red dress blinked slightly.

He Ao, who heard this, nodded slightly, not knowing whether he was agreeing with the term 'palace eunuch' or indicating that he had received the red-haired woman's reminder.

"Language arguments are pointless,"

Rockaway stared at He Ao and the red-haired woman, his eyes getting colder. He raised his hand, and invisible thin lines spread throughout the hall.

"So my lovely little Iroh, why are you here today? For the corpses of your parents? Or are you out of kindness and want to save the little guy next to me who has been dead for fourteen years?"

"I have a question,"

He Ao looked at him calmly, "Did you arrange it for the person who pushed me off the rockery?"

He Ao obtained all the information about Kate's parish in Kate's villa, which contained a "plan" to use children as a threat, but there was no implementation plan to push Ilo off the rockery.

At first, Heao thought that Kate had not written down the details of the incident. But now after seeing Rockaway, he suddenly realized that Kate was not the only one involved with the Ilo family's high-level church officials.

Moreover, the 'classmates' who gave the 'plastic medal' to Iroh's Eternal Secret Cult in kindergarten were the children who played better with Rockaway.

Rockaway himself seems to be happy to 'preach' among children, and at that time, Iloh also went climbing a rockery with a few 'little friends'.

The subsequent investigation by Yiluo's parents revealed that Yiluo had 'slipped' and fell into the rockery.

Only Iroh himself knew that he was 'pushed down'.

If it weren't for Iro Mingda and the wooden sign that concealed the secret viewer's talent sequence, he would have died at that time.

"I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me,"

Rockaway narrowed his eyes slightly, "You are the person involved, and you know that you did not 'slip' and fall."

He shrugged slightly and sighed,

"To be honest, I don't like your parents very much. They are bright, just, and kind. They always criticize us righteously and sternly. I feel that the great eternal light is an evil god with insatiable greed.

"Every time I think about them, I can't help but feel sick. If they hadn't had some use value, they would have become my sacrifices long ago.

"It happened that Kate needed to threaten them, so I arranged for a few cuties to let them experience the feeling of losing a loved one. However,"

He looked at He Ao with a smile, "You are really lucky."

At this moment, He Ao's figure suddenly disappeared and turned into a stream of light and rushed out.

Still a little kid.

"Although it has been tainted by extraordinary power, it is indeed a spiritually good 'sacrifice'."

Rockaway looked at He Ao who was rushing toward him. He pulled his fingers in an instant, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. Countless invisible threads stretched taut in the air like dense spider webs.

As he spoke, he had been weaving these threads, waiting for an opportunity to 'provoke' He Ao and make He Ao fall into the trap.

boom--

The white sword light collided with the invisible filaments, and then, as Rockaway watched, the sword light suddenly turned in the air and did not attack him, but tore apart his side. A smaller piece of filament laid out.

The figure of the little boy passed through the torn hole like a stream of light. In an instant, he hugged the little girl in the red dress next to Rockaway and rushed to the other side.

Rockaway's smile froze on his face.

Until this moment, he finally realized that He Ao's target had always been the little girl in the red dress. The conversation, actions, and even deliberate indulgence just now, allowing him to set up a trap, were all diverting his attention.

Make him feel that He Ao's purpose is himself.

He was the one being played around with.

"I'm not your brother,"

He Ao put the little girl in the red dress on the ground, chopped the threads wrapped around her body with a sword, took out the four diaries and handed them to her, "But I hope I'm not too late."

The little girl in the red dress stared at him blankly, the paper butterfly in her hair slowly flapping its wings.

The diary papers stained with bright red notes instantly shattered and turned into star-like streams of light that merged into her body.

The shackles that had been wrapping her shattered as the threads were cut and she left the ceremony location.

At this time, He Ao had already turned around and looked at Rockaway, who had lost all his smile and his face was as dark as water.

He slowly raised the knight's sword, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and showed a somewhat cold smile.

"Uncle Rockaway, it's our turn now."

Cavan, later.