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Chapter 786 I Hope I’m Not Too Late

The dense fog almost completely obscured all the surrounding vision. The red-haired woman raised her head and looked around with the disk in her hand. All she could see was the silent dense fog.

Dashes of light orange light fell from the disc in her hand, forming a shield like a curtain of light, covering her in it and preventing the erosion of the mist from the outside.

zizi——

An extremely slight sound of flesh and blood corrosion resounded on the light orange light, which meant that the surrounding dense fog was trying to erode the curtain shield.

These dense fogs are similar to the dense fog in the hall when they first entered the inner church, but they seem to be slightly weaker than that dense fog.

But even so, the corrosion from this thick fog was extremely violent, and the red-haired woman felt the trembling from the disc in her hand, knowing that the disc would not last long.

Her eyes looked ahead carefully, and the hazy brilliance cleared some of the thick fog for her, and she finally saw a young boy who was almost completely immersed in the thick fog in front of her.

Until now, she has calmed down a bit.

Covered by the fog, she couldn't see any way forward at all, and the door completely disappeared after they stepped out of the thick fog.

If there is no direction to guide, she is likely to be trapped in these dense fogs.

Although judging from the previous contact, it seems that the young boy has no more information than her, and may not be able to find a way to go deeper.

But from an intuitive point of view, judging from the powerful abilities shown by this young boy during the brief relationship with her just now, she thinks that this young boy must be able to find the right direction.

That's why she was willing to follow him into this thick fog.

Seeing the young man in front of her, she followed quickly, but before she reached behind the young man, the young man glanced around in the direction, sensing something in his hand, and then seemed to have received some kind of guidance, along the Rush towards a certain direction in the dense fog.

The red-haired woman was slightly stunned, and immediately ran over.

And at this time, He Ao, who was holding a diary in front of him, looked down at the diary paper in his hand, which had become more illusory, while running wildly in the dense fog.

From the perspective of spiritual vision, these diary papers are also made of stacked distorted patterns.

At this moment, the diary paper seems to be losing its energy supply, causing the distorted patterns that formed it to collapse, and during this process of collapse, these patterns are the most sensitive to the source of power.

When Ho pointed the diary papers in one direction, they collapsed more slowly than in other directions.

Obviously, the power source of these diary papers is most likely in that direction.

At this time, these diary papers acted as a kind of compass.

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In the bright and bright hall, a man in a gold silk white robe stood quietly in front of a little girl in a red dress floating in the air.

At this moment, the little girl's smooth cheeks had normal delicate and lovely facial features. Her body seemed to be bound by some invisible thread. She stared at the man with wide eyes, some strange ripples flashing in her blood-colored eyes.

"Alice, your spirituality is so powerful and your talent is so amazing,"

The man quietly stared at the body of the little girl in the red dress, and a sharp scalpel appeared in his hand, "Even with so many things piled up on your body and so many resentments mixed in, you still have some self left. fragments."

His smile is gentle and kind, and his voice is calm, as if he is facing a slightly rebellious junior,

"If those heretical sects hadn't invaded this time, causing the original program to be disrupted and giving you a chance to escape, we might have always been deceived by you."

After hearing the man's words, the little girl did not give a response, but struggled hard, the sticky blood flowed down her blood-red long skirt, dripping on the beautiful and delicate rock floor of the hall, seeping into the Gaps between floors.

"Older, always makes people fall into memories,"

Watching this scene, the white-robed man slowly raised the scalpel in his hand and pointed the blade at the little girl's body, "14 years ago, it was also in this hall that your blood flowed down to build this building. The cornerstone of a great church."

The sharp tip of the knife hovered one or two centimeters above the girl's body, and slowly slid across the air along the line of the girl's body. The calm and gentle voice carried some regretful emotion,
"My dear little niece, your spirituality is so powerful, if it were me now, I would definitely not give you up, but unfortunately there is no such thing in this world.

"After all, if I hadn't sacrificed you back then, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to enter the church's core of power, and I wouldn't be where I am now."

The sharp scalpel hovered over the little girl's heart, "Fate is always like this, unpredictable and delicate. We don't know what consequences an accidental action will have over a long period of time."

Viscous blood oozed from the girl's collar, staining her pale collarbone red. The girl's eyes widened as she stared at the man with a gentle smile on his face.

"Looks like you've felt it,"

The man looked up at the huge dome above his head, his tone was calm, and his voice seemed to carry some kind of long-term memory,
"After all, you have experienced it once, haven't you? We really can't completely kill you who have become the cornerstone of this church, but we can repeat the ceremony that was held at the beginning, and completely dismantle your last remnant of spirituality into the cornerstone .”

He lowered his head and looked at the little girl's pale cheeks. The scalpel in his hand was slowly pressed down, and the sharp blade touched the girl's heaving chest. "It's almost time. The time is up."

Dim figures appeared in the entire hall one by one, and they surrounded the two standing in the middle of the hall one after another. Some of them whispered, some were silent, but everyone was watching here.

The man was not surprised by the appearance of these figures, which were reflections left in the church when the ceremony was held 14 years ago.

This church is like a video camera, recording what happened in the past, and then projecting it again when the 'ceremony' restarts.

tick-tick-

Viscous blood dripped down the long skirt to the ground.

"People keep repeating what they've done in the past over and over again,"

The man watched the little girl staring at him firmly, "You still haven't given up hope, expecting that your 'brother' will come to rescue you, but you have already found out, haven't you?"

With a smile on his face, he lowered the sharp scalpel little by little, "You saw my watch in the closet, and you already knew that your brother would never come,"

His cheeks drooped slowly, staring at the girl's dilated blood-colored pupils,
"One thing I didn't lie to you back then was that your brother was indeed crazy. He actually knew how special you were. If he had chosen to sacrifice you, then maybe he would be the one standing in my position today.

"He was crazy, so he chose to keep you and forbade you to go out, fearing that you would be snatched away by us.

"But what can he do? He is just a child. There are thousands of people like you in this world. Who can change their own destiny?

"So he is indeed crazy."

The man straightened up slowly. Under the soft light of the church hall, the dividing line between the gold silk white robe on his body and the girl's blood-colored long skirt seemed no longer so clear.

"Okay, the time is up, most of your strength should have been taken away, and everything should be over now,"

He glanced at the old-fashioned watch on his wrist, then at the little girl's delicate and lovely pale face, shook his head slightly,

"What's the use of me telling you this? You died 14 years ago, and what stays here now is just a ray of obsession."

The sharp scalpel cut through the blood-colored skirt little by little, and landed on the pale skin, "The person you were waiting for won't come, 14 years ago, he won't come."

The little girl stared at the man's face, and her originally fluctuating expression finally became completely silent.
The paper butterfly lying on the tip of her hair slowly lowered its wings and remained motionless.

The sharp scalpel cut through the cold skin, and the little girl's body trembled subconsciously.

The pain engraved into her soul seemed to pass through the years and fell on her again.

The phantom figures surrounded by shadows all fell silent at this moment, and everyone was staring at the two people in the center of the hall.

The past history seems to be repeating itself at this moment.

boom--

At this moment, a white stream of light, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, crossed the sky with a violent sonic boom, hit the scalpel in the man's hand, and sent the man's scalpel flying.

bang—bang—

The sharp scalpel and the white scabbard fell to the ground almost at the same time, inserting into the solid slate ground.

The man turned his head and looked in the direction where the streamer flew out.

"cough,"

A young boy with a pale face was standing in front of the open door of the wooden cabinet, holding a white knight sword in his hand, watching him silently, "Uncle Rockaway, long time no see."

A red-haired woman in tights came out from the darkness of the closet almost at the same time. Standing behind the boy, she looked at the surrounding hall, "Are we back?"

"No."

He Ao shook his head calmly, his eyes were still fixed on the man in the golden silk white robe not far away.

Although the appearance of this hall is exactly the same as the one they entered in the first place, in fact, the distorted pattern of the underlying structure is completely reversed. They seem to have returned to the original point, but actually entered 'another hall'.

But at this time, the man in white robe with gold silk was watching He Ao's face, his eyes under the golden round glasses narrowed slightly, and after a short stay, he smiled gently with a little surprise,
"Yi Luo, I didn't expect you to come in, but I haven't seen you for so many years, and I'm surprised that you still remember me."

"I don't remember you,"

He Ao shook his head lightly, "I just remembered your mask."

Rockaway used to be an old neighbor of Novis's family. In Yiluo's memory, he was a very "kind and gentle" person. The relationship is good.

The few children who played better in kindergarten in Yiluo had a good relationship with Rockaway.

Yi Luo has a deep impression of Rockaway, which has always been engraved in his memory, so when He Ao heard Rockaway's voice in the first room for the first time, he felt an obvious sense of 'familiarity'.

Later, after the Novis family moved away, the two parties lost contact, but when Ilo was six years old, Rockaway visited the Ilo family and tried to 'preach' to the Ilo family.

But just as we saw in the last room, the man in front of him has been wearing a 'smiley mask' on his face.

What Yiluo remembered was not him, but the mask on his face.

"interesting,"

Rockaway looked at He Ao, narrowing his eyes slightly,

"Little Yiluo, I can feel your soul burning like a flame.

"I originally thought that only your parents were extremely spiritual people, and your brothers did not inherit your parents' 'talent'.
"But now it seems that my original judgment was wrong. At least you have 'inherited' some of your parents' talents and have extremely high spirituality. It's just that you didn't show it so obviously before."

He paused, and glanced at the knight sword in He Ao's hand, "Now, it seems that you have successfully possessed extraordinary power?"

He shook his head, "It's a pity, such a fine natural gemstone is simply a gift from the eternal light, it has already been carved, what a waste."

"So how can it be considered not to be wasted?"

Holding the knight's sword in his hand, He Ao glanced at the girl in the red dress who was still restrained in the air, "Being your 'sacrifice' to sacrifice to the eternal light and obtain the 'gift'?"

Just now when he ran through the thick fog, found the door, and pushed it open when he came out, he heard part of Rockaway's words.

"Oh, you have become uncute, my little Yiluo, if I hadn't sacrificed my little niece to let me enter the core of the church, how could I have the money to buy a house near your previous residence and become What about your 'neighbors'?"

Rockaway shook his head, he still maintained a gentle smile, gently raised his fingers, invisible thin lines spread out from the air, and connected to his fingertips,

"I know what you have done, you seem to have come into contact with some hidden power, gained some extraordinary power, and obtained some kind of hidden help.

"I can feel the powerful power in your body, but the increase in power in such a short period of time, even if your spirituality is extremely high, I am afraid that the price you have to pay is not small? Can you really use these powers without any cost?"

He Ao's face darkened slightly.

"The 'helper' beside you, although he has some interesting props,"

Rockaway glanced at the red-haired woman beside He Ao, "But hers don't seem to be enough to help you in battle."

Red-haired woman:?
The red-haired woman lowered her head and said softly to He Ao, "Be careful of this guy who keeps pretending to be a castrated eunuch. His clothes mean that he is the vice-bishop of the Eternal Esoteric Church, and he may be the strongest in this church." One of two or three."

Although she lowered her voice, the actual volume was not low, Rockaway and the girl in the red dress could hear clearly.

The smile on Rockaway's face faded away.

The little girl in the red dress blinked slightly.

He Ao, who heard this, nodded lightly, not knowing whether he was agreeing with the term 'court eunuch', or expressing that he had received the reminder from the red-haired woman.

"Language arguments are meaningless,"

Rockaway stared at He Ao and the red-haired woman, his eyes getting colder, he raised his hand, and invisible thin lines spread throughout the hall,
"So my lovely little Yiluo, why did you come here today? For your parents' corpses? Or do you want to show kindness and save this little guy beside me who has been dead for 14 years?"

"I have a question,"

He Ao looked at him calmly, "Did you arrange the person who pushed me off the rockery back then?"

He Ao obtained all the materials of Kate's parish in Kate's villa, which contained a 'plan' of using children as a threat, but there was no implementation plan for pushing Yilo down the rockery.

At first, He Ao thought it was Kate who didn't write down the detailed events. Now after seeing Rockaway, he suddenly realized that Kate was not the only high-ranking church member related to the Yiluo family.

Moreover, the "classmates" who gave the "plastic medal" to Yiluo Eternal Esotericism in kindergarten were the children who played better with Rockaway.

Rockaway himself seems to be happy to "preach" among the children, and at that time, Yiluo also went to climb a rockery with a few "friends".

Afterwards, Yiluo's parents found that Yiluo "stumbled" and fell into the rockery.

Only Iroh himself knew that he was 'pushed down'.

If it wasn't for Yiluo Mingda and the wooden card that hides the talent sequence of the hidden viewer, he would have died at that time.

"If you don't tell me, I've already forgotten,"

Rockaway narrowed his eyes slightly, "You are the person involved, and you know that you did not fall by 'stumbling'."

He shrugged slightly, sighed,
"To be honest, I don't like your parents very much. They are bright, just, and kind. They always criticize us righteously and sternly. I feel that the great eternal light is an evil god with insatiable greed.
"Every time I think of them, I can't help but feel nauseous. If it weren't for their value, they would have become my sacrifices long ago.

"At that time, Kate needed to threaten them, so I arranged a few cuties by the way, let them experience the feeling of losing their loved ones, but,"

He looked at He Ao with a smile, "You are really lucky."

At this moment, He Ao's figure suddenly disappeared, turning into a stream of light and rushing out.

Still a child.

"Although it has been tainted by extraordinary power, it is indeed a 'sacrifice' with good spirituality."

Rockaway looked at He Ao who was rushing toward him. He pulled his fingers in an instant, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. Countless invisible threads stretched taut in the air like dense spider webs.

As he spoke, he had been weaving the threads, waiting for an opportunity to 'piss off' Howl, and make Howl throw himself into the trap.

boom--

The white sword light collided with invisible filaments, and then, under the gaze of Rockaway, the sword light suddenly turned in the air, and did not attack him, but tore apart the wound beside him. A lesser arrangement of filaments.

The figure of the little boy passed through the torn hole like a ray of light, and only for a moment hugged the little girl in the red dress next to Rockaway, and rushed to the other side.

Rockaway's smile froze on his face.

Until now, he finally realized that He Ao's target had always been the little girl in the red skirt. The conversations, actions, and even deliberate indulgence just now, letting him set up traps, were all diverting his attention.

Let him feel that He Ao's purpose is his own.

He's the one being played around.

"I'm not your brother,"

He Ao put the little girl in the red dress on the ground, chopped off the silk threads that wrapped around her body with a sword, took out the four diaries, and handed them to her, "But I hope I'm not too late."

The little girl in the red dress stared blankly at him, and the paper butterfly on the tip of her hair flapped its wings slowly.

The few pieces of diary paper that were dyed with bright red notes instantly shattered and melted into her body like stars.

Some kind of shackles that had been enveloping her shattered as the silk thread was cut and she left the ceremony site.

And at this time, He Ao had turned his head and looked at Rockaway, who had lost all his smiles and his face was sinking like water.

He slowly raised the knight sword, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and showed a somewhat cold smile,

"Uncle Rockaway, it's our turn now."

　Calvin, later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)