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Andre stood outside the warehouse door shivering in the wind and rain with the demons.

Beside the rotten iron gate that was ajar, three members of the "Hound Gang" stood quietly, as if this was their territory, and they were obviously from London.

Andre raised his eyelids and looked at this dilapidated warehouse that had impressed him since his childhood. He saw that the rough cross made of stone was still hanging there, but the statue of Jesus carved on it could no longer be distinguished from the human form. The riddled body had long lost any sense of sanctity, and the cross was now hanging upside down.

Yes, this warehouse was once a chapel. Local villagers also came here to worship, but with the advent of the industrial age and the spread of the new era, people all left their homes. Before the lighthouse was abandoned, the church was abandoned first, and when faith collapsed After that, it seemed to only be able to carry some garbage, and quietly and sadly watched over the same forgotten cemetery.

Now it has become a gathering place for demons.

With emotion, Andre discovered that three people walked out of the decayed and collapsed wooden door of the lighthouse. They all seemed to be members of the "Hound Gang". But their clothes were a bit strange. All three of them were wearing black uniforms similar to those of monks. But they were not monks, Andre could tell, and the three of them did not wear crosses or any tokens of Catholicism around their necks. The clothes on their chests They were embroidered with flying dragon patterns, and the pointed hats they wore were inlaid with gold eagle-shaped symbols.

Everyone's face was smeared with white ash, and their eyes were blackened with toner and the like. Their lips were red as if soaked in blood, and their hands were covered in burn scars.

The most shocking thing is that iron nails were driven into the skin near their shoulders and necks, and the holes in the nails were connected with thick chains. The chains eventually wrapped around the necks of these weirdos, as if they were Come and remove some of the force to ensure that their skin will not be completely torn by the weight of the chain, causing the chain to fall off.

After all, the chain ended in a large box tied with heavy strips of cloth and tar-coated rope.

That box was exactly what Andre remembered as a magic cabinet, and the patterns of the moon and planets on it were still clearly visible.

Now, this weird thing was dragged down the mottled steps with difficulty by three equally weird people. The three people were barefoot, and the soles of their feet were quickly scratched by the sharp stones edged by the dry cracked ground in the cemetery, but they did not care about the torture. When they got closer, Andre was shocked to find that their mouths had already melted together under the high temperature. The blood-red color was their own flesh and blood under the ulcerated skin, which had not yet healed. And their eyes were just cloudy.

They didn't deserve to survive.

Andre had goosebumps all over his body, and he even wanted to vomit, but he couldn't take his eyes away from these three people.

The same goes for everyone and every demon present. They all watched these three ascetic-like guys dragging the big box step by step towards the warehouse that was no longer a church. Their legs and mouths were screaming. A gurgling sound.

And Andre even felt that they were crying. He also saw the shadows of these three people swaying, as if they were trying to escape from the current bad situation. But they are trapped in hell and there is no way they can leave.

This must have something to do with Qiaoji Qiaoji. This is an evil ritual.

Although Andre doesn't understand magic, he now knows that Georgie is the devil. He used these three poor guys inhumanely, and these three guys already belong to hell. They must obey the devil's orders and sacrifice themselves. Sacrifice to this ceremony.

When the three people walked past Andre, the guy in the middle turned his head slightly, and his disgusting eyes that were burnt by the high temperature seemed to see Andre. He didn't say anything, but just let out a burst of laughter from his mouth. whimper.

At this moment, Andre lowered his head as if he was feeling the same, because now he felt that he was no different from these three people. He was also a part of this weird ritual, and he was also the one who went to fight for the interests of hell. A chess piece, he is Chen Yu's puppet.

The magic box made a rustling sound as it slid on the ground. Together with the sound of raindrops hitting it and the sound of the roaring waves in the distance, Andre felt like he heard a whole grand symphony.

After a while, the sound of the box scraping against the ground disappeared, and the sound of the chains hanging around the necks of the three men clashing also disappeared.

Only then did Andre dare to raise his head. He saw that the door of the warehouse was now open, and the three men from the "Hound Gang" made way. Like everyone else, they all looked into the dark door.

Immediately afterwards, Andre heard screams like ghosts and wolves, and he was even more horrified to see that almost everyone present grinned. Their greedy and fanatical eyes were filled with bloodthirsty cruelty and excitement. They knew what was happening. , they have been waiting for this moment.

Andre saw a burst of fire swaying from inside the door. He even saw a few struggling shadows in the fire, but they quickly disappeared, as if they were swallowed up by the flames.

"No..." Andre's mouth went dry. His survival instinct gradually destroyed all his curiosity about his life experience. He was afraid of what was happening now. He took two steps back and kept shaking. head.

Fuck Chen Yu! Fuck Georgie Georgie! I will not continue to play this evil game! I won't play that damn role! Whether it's Chen Yu or Mammon's son! Go to hell!

As Andre retreated, he bumped into a member of the "Powder Keg Gang". He suddenly turned his head and saw a burly man with an indifferent face and eyes flashing red.

At this moment, Andre realized that many people were looking at him. When he looked around, he noticed that the people from the "Hound Gang" quietly gathered around, and even a few guys walked out of the warehouse door. They were not all wearing suits, some of them looked more like They are dock workers, some are more like office-based bosses, and some... Oh my God!

Andre saw the Mayor of Newcastle! He saw the mayor of Thursdyke! He also saw the old caretaker of Ravenskan Welfare Home!

There were some blood stains on all their faces, and their eyes were shining with a strange golden light.

Hell is calling! The demons crawled out of the rift!

The waves that Andre heard at this time were more like the roar of hell's flames, and the bloody sky he saw was more like a curtain torn apart by demons.

"No..." Andre took out the revolver that Georgi gave him. He held it with trembling hands and aimed at everyone.

Or every demon.

"Put down the gun, Mr. Andre." Qiaoji Qiaoji's voice suddenly sounded calmly from the warehouse, "This is just a welcome ceremony, we don't have any ill intentions, you should know, and... we have already negotiated .Now, it’s your turn, Mr. Andre.”

Andre looked at Qiaoji Qiaoji who slowly walked out of the warehouse door with fearful eyes.

That...should be Qiaoji Qiaoji!

Andre saw that the man had a head like an orangutan full of sores. The deformed and huge green head had four snake eyes. He had his hands behind his back, and his big mouth was filled with sharp teeth.

Now the strong smell of sulfur is even more intense, and even the raging sea breeze cannot dissipate it.

"Come here, Mr. Andre." Georgi said, spitting out snake letters, "You promised me, now you must fulfill your duty."

"Fuck you!" Andre himself was surprised by his sudden impulse.

Perhaps because he was too scared, Andre finally pointed the gun at Georgie Georgie's head.

But this time, Andre's shooting skills were accurate enough. He saw Qiaoji Qiaoji's head explode in a bloody mist, and he could even see a snake eye spinning in mid-air.

Time seemed to slow down, slow enough for Andre to see the demons pointing their guns at him.

"Fuck you!" Andre heard himself yelling as if his skin was broken.

He heard the mechanically numb but extremely clear sound of the pendulum before the gunfire roared.