Horror recovery: I push the heavens horizontally with my body!

"The overlap between this photo and the bishop's portrait in the church is as high as 90.00%," Hongyu said.

"It can almost be concluded that this is the appearance of the bishop. It looks pretty good, and it is in line with the status of the bishop of the church."

Luo Han shook his head, then looked at other photos.

"Most of these are profiles and backs, except for this picture of holding a little boy, but the strange thing is that the little boy's face can't be seen clearly."

"It should be because of the long exposure, the photos are blurred." The cropped man explained.

"The face of the portrait of the bishop in the church was burned, and the face of the little boy in the arms of the bishop here is not clear. I don't know if there is any connection between the two." Luo Han said casually.

Hongyu said at this time, "But there is something strange, you see, this little boy is wearing pink stockings."

What's so weird about this?

The four men expressed their incomprehension, Hongyu quickly explained, "It's not that little boys can't wear stockings, but little boys wear pink socks."

"Don't you find it strange? Pink is just for girls." Hongyu explained.

"Boys wearing pink...seems like nothing wrong!" said the bearded man.

The bald man and the cropped man gave him a blank look, "Your ideas are very avant-garde."

Luo Han lowered his head and thought about the connection, "There is another strange place. There are a lot of books on the third floor of the giant tower, but none of them have a single word. I don't know what's going on."

"Book without words? I'll go and have a look." The inch-headed man ran up to the third floor in three steps at a time.

The sky over the giant white tower gradually darkened.

"Boss Luo, come and take a look." The voice of the cropped man came from the third floor.

Luo Han and the others hurried up to the third floor.

"Boss Luo, look!" the inch-cut man said as he handed over a book.

Luo Han casually flipped through the pages, only to find that the pages were densely filled with characters he didn't know.

"Who can understand what is written in this book?" Luo Han asked.

The bald man raised his hand, "I know it. It's Hippola, an ancient language that has been lost."

Hebrew?What is the problem?
Luo Han searched all the knowledge in his mind but failed to find the memory of Hebrew.

"Have you three heard of it?" Luo Han turned his head and asked Hongyu.

"never heard of that."

"do not know."

"I haven't heard of it either." The three shook their heads.

"Are there any other books with words?" Luo Han asked.

"The books on the first and second floors of the bookshelf have words, and the rest are blank." The inch-headed man said.

"What's written on it?" Luo Han asked.

"It records the history of this small town."

"However, this book is a general introduction, and it is a rough record of information." The bald man explained.

"Let's talk, we know too little about this town." Luo Han said.

The bald man found a corner and sat down, and it started to rain lightly outside the giant white tower.

The town where the copy of Nightmare Corridor is located was originally called Dream Town.

There are 300 households living here, with a total of more than [-] residents.

Most people in the town believe in the sect of Jesus, and Jesus is the only true God in the town.

In order to pay homage to the true God Jesus, the residents of the town raised funds to build a cathedral.

And hired a highly respected bishop from outside the town to preside over the daily prayer, confession, and worship of the church.

With the establishment of the church, residents of neighboring towns also came to pray.

Dream Town became more and more famous, and then the kind residents named the cathedral as Guangming Cathedral.

And the archbishop of the church is hailed as a true father.

The reputation of Guangming Cathedral is getting louder and louder. Ju MIN of Dream Town and other believers built a welfare home next to the church.

Specially collect and care for those homeless children and give them hope in life.

"What happened later? What happened to the church? How did Dream Town turn into the ghost it is now?" Luo Han asked.

The bald man shook his head, "The records in this book are not detailed enough, so I can't see what happened later. I'll see if there are records in other books."

Outside the giant white tower, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there were lightning strikes. The inch-headed man and Hongyu looked out the window, always feeling that everything was too abnormal.

"It's already five o'clock, and the ghosts will appear in another hour. Are we staying here tonight?" the inch-cut man raised his wrist and asked.

Luo Han said without hesitation, "Well, there is only one entrance to the giant white tower. I will use my strength to seal the other places and leave this opening so that we can deal with ghosts more conveniently."

"I hope there will be a few more lord-level ghosts tonight." Luo Han said.

Hongyu and the others didn't speak, they were used to Luo Han's idea of ​​treating ghosts as "snacks".

"Boss Luo, I've searched through all the books where I can see the handwriting, and there are only two books that record the history of the town, and the other books are useless." The bald man said.

"Well, I see." Luo Han nodded, and immediately opened the gate of the giant white tower.

When the time came, the sky outside was completely gloomy.

There was a strong wind and thunderstorms.

The cold raindrops floated into the first floor of the giant white tower.

"Sister Hong, is there any movement outside?" Luo Han asked.

"It seems that the rain curtain has blocked my senses, and I can't feel anything." Hongyu said helplessly.

"You keep an eye on the gate, I'll go out and have a look." Luo Han said as he wrapped the four of them with the holy power of the scorching sun again, and then strode into the rainy night.

"Boss Luo, take care!"

"Boss Luo, you must come back."

"We're waiting for you..."

The four shouted with all their might, but Ye Yu covered everything up, and Luo Han couldn't hear their voices at all.

Luo Han waved his hand to release the holy light to purify, and the golden light in the sky lit up again, but there was nothing around except the raindrops that kept dripping.

Another night without ghosts?Luo Han didn't believe it, he walked forward for a certain distance, but still didn't find anything.

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Inside the giant white pagoda, the four of Hongyu sat together, wrapped in the holy power of the scorching sun, their bodies were warm.

"Besides tonight, there are two more days. As long as we last two more days, we can go back." The bearded man said excitedly.

"I hope nothing happened." The bald man said, he always felt that there were huge secrets hidden in these wordless books.

"What you should do now is to pray that Boss Luo is safe and sound. If he has any problems, how about we deal with ghosts? That's no different from sending him to death." Hongyu rolled her bald head and bearded eyes.

"Sister Hong is right. Boss Luo is our backbone now," said the inch-cut man.

The bearded man stood up and wanted to say something, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Boss Luo must be back, I'll open the door." The bearded man said excitedly.

Boss Luo still needs to knock on the door when he comes back?The key is that there is nothing behind the door, right?