Weird talk author drags the diary

Chapter 102 Yu Liang's Screen-Opening Lightning Strike

top floor.

The black robed attendants came up the stairs carrying a stretcher.

Sitting on the stretcher was a man with a tense expression. He seemed to have a lot to say, but the atmosphere around him was so depressing that he didn't know who to ask.

And when he reached the top floor, he finally saw the "altar" that had been shrouded in mystery since he joined the religion.

A huge hexagram was drawn with pitch-black ink on the ground of the roof, and a staring eye was drawn in the center of the hexagram. This eye was extremely agile, as if it would blink in the next second, concentrating the gaze on on him.

There was a group of people surrounded by the six-pointed star, they were also wearing black robes, and they were chanting something with a black leather book in their hands.

"The spirit said in the palace, go and pour out the seven bowls of God's wrath on the ground."

"The first envoy of God went and poured the bowl on the ground, and evil and poisonous sores arose on his body, spreading the smoke of death and silence all over the earth."

"The second angel poured the bowl on the sun, and asked the sun to give fire, and there would be fire to roast people, those who had the mark of the beast and worshiped the image of the beast."

"The third angel poured out his bowl on the seat of the beast, and the kingdom of the beast was darkened, and man bit off his tongue because of the pain."

"..."

"boom--"

A heavy sound came from the mist, and the uneasiness about the unknown intensified the fear in the man's heart.

Seeing the attendants coming up carrying the stretcher, the men in black robes also stopped chanting, and dispersed one after another, revealing what they were covering.

"what?"

In just a split second, an exclamation came out of his mouth, but his mouth was immediately covered by his own hand.

Surrounded among those people are the legendary envoys.

It looks like a flesh-colored quagmire. The eyes, nose, ears and other organs are arranged on the quagmire. It can be vaguely seen that they are all growing in the correct position, but the distance is a bit large.

At this time, the envoy's eyes were lazily squinting, and all the people in black robes around him served him respectfully.

"Give me the sacrifice." The envoy opened one eye, and a lazy voice came from his body.

"Yes." The black-robed attendants carried the stretcher, and placed the man on the stretcher in the center of the hexagram, above the eyes.

"Sacrifice? What sacrifice? Didn't you bring me to see the envoy? I paid so much money and supplies..." The man sat in the center of the hexagram, and he gradually felt that the atmosphere was not right, and he wanted to stand up .

The black-robed attendants at the side rushed forward and fixed him on the ground with handcuffs and ankles.

"Didn't you see Lord Angel now?" One of the black-robed attendants sneered, "And you will soon see the 'Ling', and He will wash away all your sins."

"May the spirit be at peace." Another attendant prayed with her arms folded, with a crazy smile on her face, "He has already forgave the world by sending down divine punishment, and now you can even see Lord God Envoy, What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Ling?" A terrified expression appeared on the man's face. He froze for a while, and the expression on his face gradually became distorted.

The cruel reality crushed all his hopes. Knowing that he could not escape from here, he simply began to curse: "It is your damned spirit that caused the disaster? What right does he have to judge human beings? He is not a god at all, He is a demon and will go back to hell sooner or later."

Those men in black robes didn't pay attention to his yelling, they just gathered around him step by step, performing some necessary mysterious rituals beside him.

A black-robed man blocked the man's mouth with a cloth, then brought a basin of blood, and poured it on the man's body from head to toe. What I said didn't seem like Chinese anymore, and the syllables were extremely weird.

"Have you found any other envoys?" The envoy who looked like a puddle of flesh asked in a low voice.

A man in black beside him bowed halfway and said, "Two of them have been found. We are in contact with the church members in those shelters, and their whereabouts will be found soon."

"Yeah." The envoy's surface fluctuated, and he seemed to be nodding. He murmured, "When I get the authority, I can summon the 'spirit' to this world, and realize the strange story of the root."

"The root cause..." The man in black was taken aback, this was a term he had never heard before.

"Huh?" The envoy moved his eyes so that he could look directly at the man in black beside him.

Then, a small piece of fleshy paste shot out from him, stuck to the body of the man in black robe, and pulled him into the mass of fleshy paste.

The meat paste wrapped the man in black robe, and a trace of panic flashed on the man in black robe's face, but he restrained him forcibly immediately, his face returned to calm, and he closed his eyes.

The black-robed man sank slowly in the muddy flesh. He didn't have any resentment. Instead, he bowed at the last moment of his life and said softly, "Thank God for purifying my body..."

The black-robed waiters in the distance also saw this scene, but they all turned a blind eye to it. One of the black-robed waiters walked out of the line and consciously walked to the angel's side to replace the one who had just been eaten.

The envoy moved slowly to the side cart, and continued lazily: "Take me there, I'm not full yet."

"Yes." The black-robed waiter nodded slightly, then pushed the envoy to the center of the hexagram, trying to let the envoy devour the man.

And suddenly, two huge eyes slowly emerged from the mist, staring straight at the group of believers and envoys on the rooftop.

The huge head swayed down with a large shadow, covering the hearts of everyone on the rooftop.

Just one head is two meters long, and there is an extremely weird and stiff smile on this head, which is not at all the expression that a living person can make.

Even though these people in black robes had been with Weird for a long time, their hearts still skipped a beat at this moment, they stepped back again and again, looking at that big face in horror.

The man in the middle of the six-pointed star is already full of tears and snot, and he doesn't know what happened today, and things will turn out like this.

"You are the envoy of God?" The head looked at the meat paste on the roof from head to toe, and raised its eyebrows.

"Where are you evildoer?" Rouni didn't feel the aura that belonged to the mist monster from this huge head. The origin of this monster was completely incomprehensible to him, so he also felt a bit harsh when he spoke.

"Me? Change your name or surname, that's right for Di Jia." The head replied, there was a mist in the conversation, and the situation was changing, and it looked like a monster.

And this evildoer is of course Li Huachao, when he just passed by here, he noticed the sound of chanting on the roof, which reminded him of the sorceress in the warehouse before leaving, so he quietly crouched down to peep and listen.

It really led him to discover some big secrets.

Sure enough, the sorceress is organized and planned, and this church seems to have an unusual connection with the seven deadly sins of monsters.

The most obvious one is the "God Envoy" they enshrined. The meat paste on the beach is probably one of the seven deadly sins of laziness.

As for the words chanted by those men in black before, he also heard them.

The seven bowls of the spirit.

The first was black smoke, the second was flames, and the third was darkness.

Isn't this alluding to the seven powers of the seven deadly sins?

The black smoke of rage, the fire of lust and the slit of jealousy.

All of this was recorded in that notebook, and this was not what surprised Li Huachao the most.

"Spirit" seems to be the boss of the envoy, he wants to collect all the ghost creatures of the seven deadly sins, and then they can become the root ghosts.

The root of the strange story.

These four words were the most unexpected to Li Huachao.

This proves that this "spirit" does have a person, and he is aware of the existence of the ghost story world, just like the root ghost story "she" that Yu Liang collected in the first copy.

Almost without thinking deeply, Li Huachao understood that their spirits were mirror spirits.

And it must be a mirror spirit.

Combined with some things discovered before, Li Huachao began to suspect that the fog in this small town was actually arranged by Jing Ling. Become a root ghost.

But what made Li Huachao curious was that the source of the mist was Yin Qi, and the Yin Qi came from the family of three in that wall...

In other words, the root of everything is still that girl?

So how do girls do it all?

Li Huachao couldn't figure out these questions, so he could only throw them back to Yu Liang. All he could do was to collect as much information as possible so that Yu Liang could analyze something from it.

Of course, the most important thing is to escape from this mirror world. It might not be a bad thing if the mirror spirit can come to the mirror world.

At least he can attack the mirror spirit, and killing the mirror spirit can successfully leave the instance.

Uh, what if I can't kill him?
Then there is only one more time.

Now, Li Huachao reckoned that he had about one minute left to transform, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense with these people anymore.

Taking advantage of the disaster, the living sacrifice ceremony was held here, and the survivors were used to feed the monsters. After figuring out what kind of people these black-robed men were, Li Huachao also bent down and picked up a telegraph pole on the ground, just like whack-a-mole Knocking these men in black to death one by one, blood splashed all over the roof, and wailing continued.

Soon, there was only the sloth and the previous sacrifice left here. Li Huachao first put away the black notebooks scattered by the men in black, then opened the lid of the water tank on the roof, and poured water on the men in the six-pointed star. Go up and wash off the blood on him and the ground at the same time.

In the end, he lightly pinched the handcuffs on his hands. Li Huachao, who had done all this, turned his eyes to the lazy meat on the side, picked it up directly, and threw it from the air to the ground.

"Snapped--"

The meat paste fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the whole monster collapsed on the ground in the shape of a pancake, but recovered quickly.

At this moment, Li Huachao realized that it was impossible to kill this puddle of meat purely by means of violence.

This thing has no bones or organs at all, and there is no fatal weakness. It may take gasoline or something to completely burn it to death.

1 minute is still too tight, he can only try to arouse the authority of the meat paste at most.

kill this meat paste...

There is no need to rush to do this kind of thing, it is better to do the observation of the branch strange talk first.

"Tell me, my lord envoy, how do you want to die?" So Li Huachao squatted down to look at the meat paste, and took advantage of the opportunity to use "view" on it.

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lazy mud
Name: Laziness (cannot be used for character synthesis)

texture: none
Remarks: The ghostly creature formed by Yin Qi entering the body is lazy by nature.

Well, I found the monster right, it was this guy.

"What the hell are you?! Why do you have great power? You obviously..." The lazy mud was still shocked by Li Huachao's 15-meter tall body. It has not yet gained power, and it is far from Li Huachao's opponent .

"Give me a pole dance." Li Huachao said suddenly.

This is not a bad idea. He knows that he will recover soon, so he wants to force Zerni to do something he doesn't want to do in the state of extreme giantization. In this way, Zerni will definitely vent his anger when he finds out that he has weakened.

Forced into such a state by a "weak" human being, the envoy of God will definitely become hysterical.

Maybe the task of the fourth authority observation is just like that.

Ok.

But then again, he'd really like to see this thing pole dance.

"What?" Lazy Ni felt that he heard it wrong, and it was a little confused about the brain circuit of the giant in front of him.

"I said, do a pole dance for me." Li Huachao inserted the electric pole in his hand back into the ground, right next to the mud, "Otherwise, you know, I can slowly study how to kill you."

He gave examples one by one: "First try to pour gasoline on it and burn it for three days and three nights, or try to give you poison or something like that, if it doesn't work, put you in a safe and throw it into the river Go, see how long it takes for others to discover your existence."

The enumeration of these items made the mud feel its scalp tingling. It was not sure whether the first two methods could kill it, but it was sure that it would not be able to bear the last method.

It is indeed lazy by nature, but this does not mean that it is willing to spend the rest of its life in a dark place, which is more terrifying than death.

So under this kind of fear, it looked at the electric pole beside it with grief and indignation, and then clung to it under Li Huachao's second urging.

-

Yu Liang had a dream.

Darkness and light intertwine.

A woman's voice kept echoing in it.

"You are Yu Liang."

"Your name is Yu Liang."

"You love a woman named Xiao Ran deeply."

"She is everything to you, and you will not resist or disobey any of her orders."

"..."

In the dream, Yu Liang realized that this should be the spirit of the mirror instilling concepts into the person in the mirror, Yu Liang, so that he would be more like the real Yu Liang.

Only in this way can the girl not find that Yu Liang here is actually Yu Liang in the mirror when she enters the mirror world.

In other words, his previous guess was correct.

And the next second he also regained consciousness, realizing that it was time for him to get up.

After falling asleep, he unilaterally closed the sensory reception, so the light and sound outside could not reach Yu Liang.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have slept so soundly.

This kind of deep sleep is extremely efficient in restoring energy. He guessed that he hadn't slept for too long, so he was already refreshed.

Probably only slept for two or three hours, so little time...

Li Huachao shouldn't be making any noise, right?

With this in mind, Yu Liang began to accept sensory information from the outside world again.

He saw a telegraph pole.

Beside the telegraph pole is a lump of flesh-like species, with scattered facial features distributed on the surface of the flesh paste. Because the facial features are too realistic, this thing looks much more disgusting than the stinky slime in Pokémon.

Ordinary people will go crazy after seeing the absolute three value.

And now, such a mass of meat paste is leaning on the pole to dance pole dance.

That enchanting dancing posture and contrived expression were all a blow to Yu Liang's inner conscience.

Also, he noticed that he didn't seem to be wearing any clothes now.

Yu Liang: "..."

What the hell is this Li Huachao doing?
(End of this chapter)