Quickly wear: Crazy criticize the host and he is targeted by the yandere again

After the storm calmed down, the curious kitten continued to raise his waist without fear of death.

"So, your friend, is he a pervert?"

Yan Changqian pursed his lips.

How come all cats and dogs can attract the attention of my daughter-in-law.

When will he no longer have anyone else in his eyes, only himself?

Enough.

"He is, stay away from him from now on, eh?"

Ciying said "Oh" and nodded.

It's not that I really care about that person, I'm just curious about the mission.

"I'm just a little surprised that you would be familiar with such a person."

With the Yan family's upright style, it's really not like they would make friends with such evil people.

Yan Changqian was silent for a long time, then whispered: "He saved my life."

Ciying was stunned, "When?"

Yan Changqian: "When I was ten years old."

That year, Yu Linyi was only 15 years old.The two kids killed an entire cult.

Yan Changqian did not continue, and Ciying stopped asking further questions.

He vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with Yan Changqian's eyes.

Ciying also didn't expect that his guess would be confirmed the next day.

On the last day of the exhibition, Ciying was invited to participate in the closing ceremony.

He still saw Yu Linyi in the audience, but Luo Beibei, who was sitting next to him, was uncharacteristically wearing tight clothes and a mask.

Upon closer inspection, the body seemed to be trembling slightly.

Halfway through, Yan Changqian suddenly received an urgent task and left the venue.

He didn't come back until the closing ceremony.

Ciying took out the new mobile phone Yan Changqian got for him, and was about to hack into his communication device to hear what they were doing.

An information prompt flashed on the screen, it was a new email.

The sender was anonymous. He habitually traced the IP address and found that it was in the same city.

Ciying opened the email and was immediately attracted by a photo that caught her eye.

In the photo is a boy with distinct facial features and a very delicate appearance, almost a miniature version of Yan Changqian.

The only thing that was different was the eyes.

Different pupils.

The boy's right eye is light purple.

Ciying took a deep breath, swiped down, and saw the second photo.

The photo is blurry, but the boy can be vaguely seen in a dirty, low cage.

He rowed on.

The photos at the back are all blurry, showing the boy tied up in an altar-like place and subjected to different forms of abuse.

There are seven such photos.

Then, a clear photo appeared.

The same angle and composition as the first photo, but now the boy's right eye was bleeding bright red, and there were three rusty iron nails in the red-stained pupil.

Next, there is a very blurry video.

The two children, armed with large guns that were not commensurate with their size, fired wildly at the surroundings, and the scene ended abruptly.

Ci Ying saw that one of them was ten-year-old Yan Changqian, and the other was most likely Yu Linyi.

There is a sentence attached at the end of the email:

'Heretics love their loved ones and offer sacrifices to help. '

Ci Ying frowned, what kind of nonsense is written in this?

He left the exhibition hall, drove Yan Changqian's car, and looked for it according to the IP address.

In the evening, we stopped in front of a very dilapidated abandoned building.

He looked up and everywhere he looked, there were hundreds of mercenaries guarding every floor.And I don’t know how many people there are in places I can’t see.

Soon, he was invited in by a mercenary.

An elevator that was in disrepair sent him to the top floor unsteadily.

Get off the lift and take a look.

The rooftop is really a good place to talk.

If the other person is a verbose person, just throw the person down and clear your ears.

The rooftop was covered with dust and debris, and a gallows stood not far away.

There were no mercenaries here, just a man in strange clothing who looked like some kind of cultist.The cultist was babbling in a language he had never heard before.

He was speechless.

This is a mental illness from a small and broken country. If he comes from a slightly larger country, he won't not understand a word.

[Xiaobai, please translate? ]

[Good host, simultaneous translation function has been used]

[Points consumed: five hundred]

"The sacrifice of the heretic Yan Changqian is still in the final step. Please cooperate with us to complete the sacrifice. Otherwise, the world will suffer endless disasters."

Ci Ying sneered, "Oh? Really? What kind of disaster?"

The believer was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Lan Ciying to understand his words, and then rushed over excitedly, holding his hand, "Son of God, you must be the Son of God."

In their teachings, the Son of God can understand and speak any language in the world, even the one he alone speaks.

"Son of God, are you here to help us and sacrifice the heretics? You are so kind. You must not want the world to fall into disaster, so you came to help us personally."

Ciying didn't answer him, but expressionlessly took out his phone and showed the content of the email, "Did you do all these things?"

"Yes, merciful Son of God, we found this heretic." The believers danced excitedly, as if asking for credit.

Then, his expression became lonely again, "I just didn't expect that the heretics and demon servants brutally killed our people, and I was the only one lucky enough to survive."

Hearing this, Ci Ying clenched her fists, and a sharp cold light suddenly appeared in her eyes, bursting out with terrifying murderous intent.

If a normal person saw it, they would definitely feel the fear of being grabbed by the throat and sinking into the abyss.

But the believers looked obsessed, lying on the ground, silently reciting the teachings and expressing their worship of the Son of God.

"I am willing to serve you with my life and willing to accept all the rewards and punishments you bestow."

Ciying raised the corners of her lips and looked down at the believers.

What's the best way to deal with an extremely mentally ill person?

"Servants of sin, you are hurting your God."

After hearing this, the believer's eyes suddenly widened and he raised his head in disbelief.

Standing before him was the Son of God.

The Son of God cannot lie.

He hurt God, and he even wanted to hang God.

In an instant, every inch of skin, every drop of blood, every hair, and every cell in the body was filled with sin.

Even burning it with holy fire, soaking it in holy water, and burying it in holy soil cannot wash it away.

The believer lost consciousness, climbed tremblingly to the gallows, and put a rope around his neck with his own hands.

But, how could Ciying let this mentally ill person who hurt his lover die so easily?

He randomly picked up a short metal tube as thick as a finger from the messy ground, walked up to the mental patient, pinched his jaw, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed it into his throat.

The believer was speechless and could only express his final confession with "Ahhhhh", and then he kicked the stool away from his feet.

The rough hemp rope tightened around his neck.

Because the short tube was stuck in his throat, despite the drowning-like suffocation, there was still a tiny bit of breath that kept him from suffocating completely.

What awaits him will be several days of hunger and fatigue, exposure to the sun and rain, mosquito bites, and perhaps vultures that will eat his flesh and blood until he finally dies.

Several mercenaries below heard the noise and rushed up immediately.

After seeing the struggling cultist hanging and Ci Ying smiling gloomily at the side, he was stunned for a moment.

Then, they raised their weapons and fired at them.

After Ci Ying easily dodged a round of bullets, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Interesting, it seems you are not the only employer?"