Please listen to the voice of black magic

Annan was originally just an ordinary student, but sometimes he would hear about the deeds of the Nares Gang, the largest local gang.

As for more details, Annan didn't know. Anyway, it was a well-known local gang.

"Friend, are you not injured?"

The young man who should be from the Nares Gang asked with concern.

At the same time, he put away the pistol in his hand.

"It's okay, I was just shocked. I was just passing by. It was an unforeseen disaster."

Annan also put away his revolver at this time.

He quietly looked at this young man who was probably not much older than him.

This young man is very good-looking, with a pair of feminine phoenix eyes and slightly curly natural brown hair. He looks a bit like those sissy celebrities in Annan's previous life.

But this person is definitely not a sissy. He behaved like a man just now. He showed a sense of majesty when he drank the three gangsters away.

"Then I'll leave first. Ah, by the way, are you familiar with this neighborhood? Do you know where the church in the slum next door is?"

"church?"

The young man thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I'm not very familiar with the surrounding environment...I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, so be it."

Annan nodded, turned around and wanted to leave, but the young man behind him stopped him.

"Please wait, I want to get some news."

Annan stopped and turned his head.

"Well, you don't live near here, do you? I just wanted to ask if anyone has come to you recently to buy some...not very good medicine."

"medicine?"

Annan, who was suddenly asked this question, almost couldn't react, but considering what just happened and the identity of the young man in front of him, he understood.

Medicines are anesthetics, poisonous medicines, indeed some not very good medicines.

"No, I haven't met anyone suspicious, and no one has come to sell me anything suspicious."

Annan began to become a little curious about the true identity of the young man in front of him, and what he was doing now.

If this young man's identity is really what he suspected, then his behavior just now is obviously quite contradictory.

"Just ask me out of curiosity. It doesn't matter if you don't answer. Are those three guys just now drug dealers around here?"

Facing Annan's extremely direct question, the young man hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded slowly.

"That's it...then I won't disturb you, bye."

Annan waved and left quickly.

This time, no one stopped him or called him.

Annan kept moving forward calmly, as if he had forgotten what happened just now.

He just walked slowly for fifteen minutes.

"Is this...the church?"

Annan, who had been walking along the edge of the slum, finally saw his target.

However, this church located on the edge of the slum was a little different from what he had imagined.

"It does look like a church on the outside, but it's too dilapidated. How long has it been since it was repaired?"

It was a small wooden church with a very dilapidated appearance. Although the building as a whole did not have any damage or holes, the entire outer wall was black and there were many unknown plants climbing on it.

If it weren't for the fact that the outer outline of the building is indeed in the architectural style of a cross, and there is barely a sign of a cross on the front, not many people would believe that this is a church.

Annan did not walk over rashly, he turned on his dead gaze for a second to observe.

"This is too exaggerated..."

Through the perspective of death through black magic, Annan saw something quite remarkable.

"This church is definitely not a cemetery? Why does the breath of death seem to be solidifying? Is there some kind of death space inside?"

Annan was surprised as he approached the slum.

Of course he didn't want to go into the church just like that. He wanted to find someone nearby.

"Yes."

It didn't take Annan long to find his target.

The boy, who was probably only about ten years old, was sitting on the edge of the slum, setting up a stall next to the avenue.

"Is this the boy who bought the cross from Duran?"

Annan walked towards the little boy's stall with a natural expression.

Before he could get closer, the little boy had already started soliciting customers.

"Handsome brother over there! Do you want to buy a handmade cross? It's very cheap! I can give you a discount if you buy more!"

“How can I buy these crosses?”

Annan raised his brows and stopped in front of the little boy's stall.

The things bought at this street stall are all religious-related accessories. The most popular ones are crosses, there are more than ten, and the rest are bits and pieces that I don’t know when they will be used.

"This is the number! One! It's very cheap!"

The little boy whose clothes turned white from washing was gesticulating.

The crosses sold by the little boy are indeed very cheap, but unless they are devout in faith, people living in this slum area will probably not have the heart to buy them no matter how cheap they are.

"Want a cross? You are a child and you usually set up a stall here?"

Annan picked a cross at random.

In fact, his hand has quietly touched all the crosses. He has the ability to listen to the sound of black magic, and he will feel it even if it just touches his skin.

However, he heard no sounds of black magic on any of the crosses.

"Yes, yes, on Saturdays when there are many people, I may go to the streets opposite. Handsome big brother, remember to help me when you meet me in the future!"

The little boy happily took the coins and put them in his pocket.

Annan, who was holding the cross he just bought, glanced at the skinny little boy and then left.

"That child just now...how..."

Annan didn't think that his black magic was wrong, he should have seen it right.

"The breath of death keeps coming out of the child's heart, completely covering his whole body. Finally, the breath of death will return to the heart..."

Annan didn't know what he had encountered.

The little boy's attitude and reaction seemed very normal, but under the black magic that could see death, it was incomprehensiblely weird.

"And then, that church..."

Annan, who was slowly walking along the edge of the slum, tried hard not to look back.

"The same goes for that dilapidated chapel. A large amount of death breath is constantly coming out of it, and then like that boy, it wraps around the entire building, but these breaths will not dissipate and will return to the church again. …”

Annan began to reflect. When he was buying a cross at the little boy's street stall, he should have asked a few more questions.

"Does that child live in the church? If so..."

Annan touched the revolver hidden under his coat.

"One gun, one attack magic, and one person, is that enough?"