Chapter 171 Pretending to be weird
"Have you thought about it? Maybe this is the last chance."
A gentle female voice echoed from the dark part of the room.
The candlelight flickered and the fire crackled, and the part illuminated by the light was warm.
It's also bloody.
There was a lot of blood, spreading on the floor tiles, a pool here, a patch there, connecting and intertwining, as irregular as a horrific abstract painting.
At the edge of the painting, at the base of one wall of the room, three corpses were neatly arranged.
All the blood came from these three bodies.
The body was covered with knife marks, deep and shallow, and blood was released from these knife marks, flowing onto the ground, interweaving into a painting.
Beside the fire, a man was lying, his hair was messy and gray, and his face was covered with wrinkles.
He lay there weakly, his head tilted, looking at the corpse at the foot of the wall, his eyes filled with grief, anger and despair.
The grief and anger were very faint, and the despair was also very faint, because he obviously didn't have much energy to vent his emotions at the moment. He just lay there limply, gasping for breath - the ability to breathe was perhaps the biggest difference between him and those corpses.
"Your life force is rapidly fading, and your life is coming to an end. You must know this better than I do."
In the darkness, the female voice continued, gently counseling, "And my patience is almost exhausted. The Divine Mother, with her mercy, teaches us to use the utmost patience and tolerance to persuade those lost wanderers whose hearts and eyes are blinded. However, some, like you, are so severely blinded in heart and eyes, so stubborn that they refuse to accept even the sweetest divine food offered to them, instead turning around and accepting the devil's food. Such people can only be enemies of the Divine Church."
"Eradicating the enemy is the unshirkable responsibility of every believer."
The woman's voice gradually became stern.
A stretched and neat white robe gradually emerged from the darkness.
She slowly walked out of the shadows, crossed the boundary between light and darkness, and walked towards the fire.
She stopped beside the man by the fire and looked down at him.
The frail man ignored them and continued looking in the direction of the corpses, his messy white hair covering his wrinkled face.
"well--"
The woman looked at him for a while, and finally let out a helpless sigh.
"My patience has run out. You've wasted so much of my time waiting, yet you haven't given me the results I expect. Wanderer, your sins are too great."
She stretched out her arms, but what was revealed from the wide sleeves of her robe was not her hands, but white bones without any flesh or blood.
Skeleton arms and bones.
This bony claw grabbed the man from the ground and lifted him up by the neck.
"I'll ask you one last time. Are you willing to cleanse yourself of all sins and embrace the loving arms of the Mother Goddess? Please understand that if you answer no, you will immediately lose your life and become a corpse like your companions. So, please answer carefully."
The woman spoke in a stern tone, but the corners of her mouth were raised, as if she was trying hard to force a smile amidst her impatience.
Her bony fingers were sharp and pointed, cutting the man's skin.
The blood dripping from the wound seeped into the bone drop by drop, and the originally rough bone became finer and smoother in the area where the blood dripped than the surrounding area.
"Okay, I'll answer...carefully..."
The man managed to utter a hoarse and weak response from his strangled throat.
"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows, looking a little proud and playful.
It seemed that after this long standoff, the other party was finally about to give in. She looked at him, waiting for the moment of conquest.
“Ha…Pah!”
What he got was a mouthful of thick phlegm from the man.
The man who was picked up was very close to the woman. He exhausted the little strength he had accumulated over the past half day, choked up bloody phlegm, and spat it on the woman's face.
The sticky sputum mixed with the salty and fishy vomited blood fell on the tip of the woman's upturned nose and slowly slid down.
"Kill if you want! Who the hell wants to join you? Get out!"
After the man roared, he drooped his head and his body became limp, like a dead fish, without the woman having to do anything.
The last bit of his strength was only enough to shout out one or two sentences.
"court death!"
The woman was stunned by the sudden change, and only realized what had happened when the bloody phlegm fell to her mouth.
She quickly pushed the man away, raised her sleeves to wipe her face, wiping off the nauseating slippery liquid, and was almost furious.
She casually threw the man away, causing him to hit the wall hard, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. Then he landed next to several corpses, lying side by side, motionless.
"Sin!"
"Blaspheming wanderer!"
"He willingly fell to the side of the devil!"
"You should be punished!"
A group of people suddenly rushed out from the shadows of the room, pointing at the man and spitting at him angrily.
They were all wearing white robes, but the length of the robes was much shorter than that of women, just reaching the thighs, like an oversized coat.
The woman who was about to explode suddenly calmed down and shouted, "Quiet!"
"Sinners will be punished, so let us not lose our virtue."
"You shouldn't interrupt the evening prayers. Now, please continue."
Everyone showed expressions of shame, suppressed their anger, and returned to the darkness to sit in a circle, with their hands on their chests, their eyes lowered, and remained silent.
The woman turned her back to the crowd, looking towards the corpse at the foot of the wall with an expression of extreme disgust, her lips flapping as she cursed silently and viciously.
When he turned back into the shadows, his expression had returned to its calm and peaceful state.
As he crossed his hands in front of his chest and meditated silently like everyone else, his bony hands had already returned to their normal skin.
"He's really a pretender!"
Outside the house, Qiao Lan, who was peeping through the window, cursed inwardly.
This woman's kindness and tolerance were all fake; she was truly a ruthless beast. And this gang, constantly expressing gratitude, was also a perverted bunch. That day, just from what Qiao Lan had witnessed, they had already killed five people.
The origins of the four dead men here are unknown. They killed their own companions during the day. Because their arms were broken, they were abandoned under the pretext of a high-sounding excuse.
The group in the room was the "Goddess" team encountered during the day, and the woman leading them was named Zhang.
Qiao Lan pondered silently.
The man who was killed just now obviously died because he refused to join the gang. So, this group of perverts will kill those who refuse to join?
What about her?
During the day, she and her friends were also invited by the pervert to join.
The battle was about to break out, but Zhang suddenly led her troops away. Why didn't she fight?
Qiao Lan wondered, could it be that she's just like me, unwilling to act rashly before understanding the opponent's strength? Then, she'd probably cause trouble later, right?
Qiao Lan lurked outside the house silently, observing and peeking, hoping to get more clues.
This trip was mainly for investigation. She wouldn't do anything rash before she had a clear understanding of the enemy's strength and purpose. The enemy was too strange, and she didn't think she could defeat them.
Time passed slowly, and the group of people in the room were silent for a long time, which made Qiao Lan a little impatient.
"Who is outside the house?"
The woman surnamed Zhang suddenly spoke, ending the silence and stood up.
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