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The priest looked at Xia Ren with his blue eyes.

His appearance is not at all disgusting like any other deformed body that Xia Ren has seen. Instead, he is burly and strong enough to perfectly fit the human aesthetics of the word "power". In addition, his face is like a knife With his facial contours and that head of pure white hair, if the occasion were changed, the priest would definitely be able to make countless women scream and be obsessed.

Xia Ren gave him a thumbs up.

After aiming at the angle, he raised the crowbar with the other hand and threw it with all his strength.

Chapter 439 Descendants of the Pirate Country (Second Change)

The tip of the crowbar pierced the air, and at the moment it was released from the hand, due to the extremely fast speed, it even exploded.

With a sharp whistling sound, almost instantly, the crowbar flew in front of the priest.

This time the attack came suddenly. Although the priest reacted quickly, he still couldn't dodge it completely. He could only tilt his body to one side, avoiding the important position of the heart.

The crowbar brushed past him, and a second later, several buildings behind the church were hit by a huge force and collapsed in the smoke.

Until this time, the pagans who noticed the movement were raising their heads and looking at the sky.

The priest covered his chest with one hand, looked at Xia Ren's position again, and found that the other party had disappeared.

Blood with blue light spots flowed down, his right shoulder was a bloody mess, his arm was hanging down feebly, shaking in the air, the connection with the body was almost only a little flesh, and the white bone stubble was exposed in the air, Makes his injury look particularly serious.

But the priest didn't care, as if he had lost his sense of pain, and even his expression didn't change.

Those brown-black creeps covering the body surface spread towards the wound, rapidly growing in size to fill the lost flesh and blood. With just one breath, the bloody wound on his shoulder just now healed. .

Standing on the highest point, the priest glanced around the town, but he couldn't find Xia Ren again.

"Humph!"

The priest stopped paying attention to Xia Ren, but looked in the direction of the distant cemetery.

With a loud bang, the steeple of the church exploded into a cloud of dust, while the priest's burly body pierced the sky like a meteorite.

Those heretics started to riot, waving their weapons, making strange noises of breaking wood, or jumping onto houses, or lifting the sewer manhole cover, searching for any suspicious traces.

Taking advantage of the fact that the siege is not so tight, Xia Ren is relying on his own speed advantage to quickly walk through the buildings.

"If this continues, if you can't find what you want later, you will be in trouble."

He crossed the church, came to the ruins first, and retrieved his crowbar.

The holy sword of physics is the only weapon he can currently rely on, and it is also one of the few things that can effectively kill pollutants. If it is lost, his combat effectiveness may be compromised.

Observing the heretics running back and forth to search for their traces, Xia Ren couldn't help but feel a little worried about the real estate agency.

"Hope you're okay."

He prayed for the other party in his heart. After all, if the real estate agent was caught, judging from the other party's current state, he would basically die.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the real estate agent is dead or not, the main reason is that there are clues about his past that have not been asked, so at least he hopes that he will live until the end of the matter.

Xia Ren was about to leave the spot when his eyes accidentally caught sight of a relatively large photo frame among the ruins.

Although most of the picture was covered up by dust, Xia Ren still keenly noticed a trace of strangeness in it.

He bent down to pick up the photo, patted off the dust on it, and wiped it briefly with his hands, so that he could see the contents clearly.

Xia Ren couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

What he held in his hand was a family portrait, which included a family of six people, two elderly people, two middle-aged people, and two children.

They were all laughing, but the strange thing was that, without exception, all of these people were deformed!

Absolutely abnormal height and body shape, sparse hair, paper-thin swollen skin with blood vessels clearly visible, and weird facial features and twisted fingers.

If such a photo is said to be a prop from a horror movie, people will believe it, but if it is said to be a family portrait of a normal family, then everyone will look at you like a fool.

Even Xia Ren, who had seen countless horror scenes, was a little horrified when he saw this photo.

"Could it be that they were taken after they were distorted into monsters?"

Xia Ren looked at the back of the photo, and there were numbers 1090, 7, and 16 written on it. 1090 should be the year it was taken, and the ones on the back are the more accurate sun and moon.

This year is New Era 1106, that is to say, this place was like this 16 years ago.

"Could it be that the accident recorded in the hospital's notes happened at least 16 years ago?"

Xia Ren couldn't help but began to doubt his memory, but no, if the hospital had been deserted at least 16 years ago, it would definitely not be able to maintain the current state, and although the notes are often used, they are relatively new in general, and it doesn't seem to be placed for so long.

In order to verify his idea, he took the risk and entered several houses and looked at the photos inside.

But these photos, without exception, are all deformed people.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt a chill down his spine.

Could it be that before the pollution broke out, the residents of this town were already in such an ugly state!

No wonder they don't go to the city hospital when they're sick, no wonder the taxi driver I'm looking for has never heard of this place, no wonder the road here is so hard to find...

"What the hell does this happen?"

Xia Ren looked at the gray sky above his head, and heard the piercing screams of heretics, feeling extremely absurd.

"What happened in this small town?"

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"Ah!"

The real estate agent sneezed, causing the pain in his body, and he grinned in pain.

"Xia Ren should fight the priest now."

He rubbed his nose, stood up from the chair, walked to the window, and looked at the collapsed church spire through the broken glass.

"Hope you're okay."

The real estate agent prayed for Xia Ren in his heart, hoping that he would have better luck and win against the priest who was comparable to an apostle.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether Xia Ren dies or not, the main reason is that if he can't get the holy object, he won't survive tonight.

The real estate agent is most concerned about their own lives.

"Speaking of which, these noble descendants of the once glorious pirate country will be extinct in this way. Is it because the ancestors have accumulated too much sin?"