Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Mark was stunned. He had a clear guess: Minnie was probably a beautiful girl who loved dancing before her death. For some unknown reason, she became such a powerful doll. All I can say is, [abnormal] hurts people.

If it was someone else, it would probably be useless.

The level of technology in this world is far from the level of making robots.

Mark comes from the 21st century Celestial Dynasty. Not only is the robot industry booming, but the silicone dolls have reached the point where they look like real ones.

He has a buddy who looks a little sorry. When he was a child, he was always mocked by others, and he was not seen by girls. As a result, he fell into the arms of the second dimension in a rage when he became an adult, with Tifa and Alice of equal height on his bed. puppet.

These two life-like dolls made from the island country cost him 400,000 yuan. This incident made his old man almost have a brain haemorrhage. He smashed the doll's head with a stick on the spot, and forced the goods to sign "No more dolls to buy." Otherwise, the alliance under the city will be cut off.

Afterwards, the buddy forced his face and begged Mark to help him repair it, but his family couldn't know it. As a result, by the way, Mark knew the general method of the silicone doll.

Minnie made such a small request, and Mark readily agreed.

That night, Mark, who acted in a big play all night, rarely slept soundly.

He didn't know that a series of major events happened in the outside world tonight, and it was already fried.

The reaction of the Church of the Night, as early as Mark's expectations, he has long made up his mind to play stupid, no matter how bad it is, then...

Cough cough!

Ambush a cultist and inexplicably kill a Night's Watch captain, it's impossible to hide such a thing.

Mark and the three ladies left at the front of the salon, and a large group of night watchmen from the Church of the Night ignored the will of the master, Dorothy, and stood guard outside the hall of the story meeting.

In a huge hall, only three punishers stood in front of the big cabinet.

One of them used a blessed weapon to pick the shriveled corpse in the cabinet, and sneered: "It's ironic, an excellent captain who is about to be promoted to Punisher, failed to assassinate an ordinary person with [jealousy], and was counter-killed. To scum."

Another Punisher glanced at him: "When did Marc Destiny become an ordinary person? Only an idiot like Galian dares to do anything to the real 'Destiny'. We follow the facts. Just hand in the report as written."

The third Punisher felt the same way: "The ghost knows what shelter that lord has left for his children. However, we don't read the secret order, and we can't know that he is the bloodline of that lord!"

The other two punishers nodded in agreement at the same time.

If there are no additional changes in this incident, most of them will rot in the stomach. If you are unlucky, you will even have to accept a mysterious ceremony like an ordinary night watchman to erase this memory.

The Church of the Night is the end here.

The [Jealous] church hidden in the city has just been lively.

Different from ordinary people's perception of cults, they think that these rats in the sewer should just stay in the sewers that ordinary people can't find, and create an altar full of evil spirits.

Tangtang [Jealousy] The church's St. Leiden General Assembly is impressively placed in a 30,000-square-meter manor in the noble district.

At two o'clock in the morning, a noisy dance had just ended here. The nobles who were invited were sitting in carriages covered with various honorary emblems and leaving this imposing manor that made them envious.

In the 30-square-meter dressing room, under the service of three servants, the gray-haired Count Daoan had just finished dressing, and his pure gold silk-trimmed dress sewed by a well-known master tailor was just casually discarded. on the ground.

Without his instructions, the servant picked up the dress, which had only been worn once, and took it out to destroy it.

After all the servants left, two servants walked out from a secret door in the dressing room, holding out a set of sacrificial robes with black background and gold trim on a crystal tray.

After putting it on, the expression on the count's face changed instantly. It was no longer the typical aristocratic, majestic and stereotyped face, but it was undisguised... cold and ruthless.

Passing through the secret door, on both sides of the sealed walkway, a brazier is lit every 5 meters.

The black smoke from the brazier rose up, blackening the oil paintings hanging on both sides of the aisle.

Ironically, these paintings have the same theme, depicting how the Wright royal family and the famous dukes relied on the discovery of the New World to gain wealth and glory when they founded their kingdoms.

The swaying flames on the brazier even scorched the frame below the oil painting. It is purely because the oil painting has undergone special fire-proof treatment, so it has not been burned. The charred lower edges of the oil paintings, coupled with the lingering firelight, make the protagonists in these oil paintings seem to be in a scorched purgatory all the time.

After Earl Daoan entered the aisle, he glanced at a shivering priest beside him.

"What's wrong?"

"I... my plan went awry."

"Chazi?" Earl Daoan's thin lips rolled down instantly, revealing bloody gums, and his voice suddenly sharpened: "A 7th-level night watchman can't make an ordinary person [jealous] successful? Is this yours? I'm incompetent, or I'm blind, I shouldn't value you as a waste!?"

"No, no, of course I'm incompetent." The priest swayed like a sieve all over his body.

"Humph! Your failure will also be recorded in my record. Tell me what happened to that Galian."

Five minutes later, sitting on a throne made of pure gold by the altar deep underground in the Earl's Palace, Earl Daoan closed the report.

The nails on his right index finger suddenly grew longer, becoming like eagle claws, and the sharp nails easily scratched deep marks on the report.

The sound of the paper being torn apart made the priests and believers who were crawling around tremble.

He scratched the report without rhythm, as if saying to himself: "Destiny! If that kid is really the direct descendant of that old ghost, the direct curse killing will undoubtedly be backlashed, and it will be easier to be discovered. Then bring him bad luck."

Earl Daoan raised his hand, and the priest below immediately stepped back to prepare various curse items.

An hour later, 12 bound, dying men were held beside the dark altar. The only thing they have in common is that they wear the priest's robes of the Church of the Light.

In the center of the altar is an inverted triangle golden creation.

If you look closely, you will find that this is actually an upside-down [Bright Eye].

It's just that this sacred object has long since lost its sacred brilliance. After a special blasphemy ceremony, the [Bright Eye] was covered with a layer of black and red mud-like things in addition to the thick patina.

The relief of the eyeballs on the head of the sacred object is inserted into a special groove.

The forbidden evil ritual begins...

Half an hour later, Earl Daoan took the wet towel handed over by his subordinate, wiped the blood on his hand, and said to the sincere subordinate:

"The domain of [Fate] has never been a domain that the Church of Light can interfere with. What about Destiny? That old man wants to protect his descendants to death, but I want to see how he protects them."

"What about Marc Destiny?"

"Hahaha! God knows how bad luck will deal with him. Maybe he chokes on toothpaste while brushing, or drowns in the toilet, or smashes his pretty face on the iron and disfigures him to death."

A few priests next to him shivered and secretly said in their hearts: This is too scary.

Earl Daoan looked like a madman, his protruding eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he waved his hands frantically: "I'm [jealous] of his luck. Why did I secretly accumulate strength for 40 years to become the earl's family? The direct son, who didn't inherit the title until he was 58 years old, but that little brat was lucky enough to be born in the Destiny's house? Still so handsome? I'm jealous of him! I'm jealous of him—"

The arrogant roar reverberated in the evil passage.

Walking and walking, the group of them came to the locker room at the exit of the secret assembly.

The hapless priest laughed: "Master, when will the curse of doom strike?"

"It's hard to say. In theory, it will happen at any moment after the ceremony is successful. But the first time it is activated, it won't take more than three days. The more it goes on, the worse the bad luck. With the difference in strength between me and that little brat, there is no such thing in this world. Man can save him."

"Master is too powerful." The unlucky priest kept patting the rainbow fart.

Sitting on the low stool, Earl Daoan asked his servants to change his shoes.

At this moment, in the center of his vision, a few lines of Wright language words that kept burning with golden flames suddenly appeared.

This abnormality made Earl Daoan so frightened that his heart and lungs stopped on the spot.

[The loser has no right to usurp the fate of the winner]

【You have violated my law】

【You must accept...】

【punish】

When the golden words appeared, Earl Daoan was horrified to find that none of his subordinates found the existence of the flame words.

None of the passive protection spells on his sacrificial robe were activated.

This only means one meaning - the other party's mysterious level is completely beyond the limit of his insight and imagination.

"No! Wait! Great being, I can explain. No, I can atone, I..."

The priests and servants next to Dao An were stunned. They didn't know what was going on, let alone imagine that there would be any existence that could threaten the life of the high priest Dao An.

Dao An is the top powerhouse in the [jealous] church, who is expected to hit the throne of the high priest!

Before they could react, in front of Dao An, the small shoe cabinet that was only knee-high and could only fit eight pairs of shoes suddenly made an abnormal noise.

The shoes in this small shoe cabinet are Dao'an's favorite shoes. It is different from ordinary shoes in a large shoe cabinet that are only worn once and thrown away.

Dao An did not speak, and no one dared to touch the small shoe cabinet.

At this moment, the small shoe cabinet opened abruptly, and the small shoe cabinet door, which was difficult for adults to squeeze in, suddenly turned into a terrifying bloody mouth.

All the leather shoes inside seemed to return to what they were supposed to be.

Nastian crocodile, Basharett lion, Arindore gorilla...

At this moment, the claws and sharp mouths of several ferocious beasts protruded from the small shoe cabinet on the retinas of all the believers.

In the terrifying roar like a phantom sound, they tore and pulled, biting Count Daoan's vital points with the most ferocious attacks.

"Save me! Save me—" All the protective props and strange protective magic on the Earl lost their due effect in the face of the sudden attack. He was like an ordinary person in a sudden disaster, screaming, crying, and begging for help from the people around him.

save?

How to save?

The terrifying power that erupted from the small shoe cabinet shocked all the believers in place.

They looked at their master in despair and horror, and were dragged inch by inch into the small shoe cabinet.

In order to refuse to be pulled in, Earl Daoan even cut out deep bloodstains on the ground with ten fingers.

All resistance was in vain.

When the High Priest's Curse of Doom kicked back, that power was so unreasonable.

They could only watch such a noble priest, such a big man, being pulled into the shoe cabinet like this.

"Ahhhh-"

The shoe cabinet was closed, and a large scoop of blood spurted out like a water pipe.

The last words of the high priest of Dao'an were:

"Idiot! If you don't save me, you don't want to live."

A terrible heart palpitations attacked every [Jealous] cultist present.

The next moment, an indescribably severe colic came from their chests.

They screamed in pain.

With a twitch, their bodies became much more at ease, and they began to calm down.

Physical sense of coolness and stillness.