The World Has Problems

Ju Chuan Shizuka couldn't help but grabbed Busujima Saeko's hand, and clung to the student's body with a face of fear, as if this could give him a little sense of security.

Saeko Busujima stared expressionlessly at the depths of the dark and silent drain, remained silent for a few seconds, and took out her phone.

In the darkness, a little light lit up on the phone's display illuminated half of Saeko Busujima's face.

She grabbed the wooden knife in her right hand, held the phone vigilantly and walked in slowly, saying.

"My wife's classmate? Are you still there? I'm Saeko Busujima, and the only ones who came were me, Shizuka-san, and no bad guys."

However, in the darkness, there was still silence, and no one responded to her at all.

Ju Chuan Shizuka couldn't help sticking to Saeko Busushima even tighter.

Weak girls are always terrified of this dark and gloomy environment.

However, Saeko Busujima kept walking, and she still walked slowly in with the cell phone emitting a dim light.

She walked very slowly, her movements were very cautious, her eyes were warily staring at the darkness ahead.

No matter what rushes out of the darkness, she can deal with it immediately.

...and yet there was nothing in the darkness.

There are no monsters, no ghosts, no cultists in ambush.

The two women went all the way to the end of the abandoned drain, but they didn't see any figure.

It's just that in the corner at the end, I found the rope that was used to bind Yuki.

It's just that the rope is torn apart now, as if someone had cut it with a sharp weapon.

And my wife and sister, who were supposed to be here, have disappeared without leaving any clues.

Inside the dark, abandoned drainage ditch, it was empty.

Saeko Busushima frowned.

It's stormy outside, where did the sisters go...

boom -

There was a thunderclap, and a huge lightning bolt spanned most of the sky, and the blazing white light illuminated the world for a moment.

Under the crazily washing of the torrential rain, Lin Yuanfei's figure rushed out from the darkness.

The sharp long knife swayed in his hand, smashing the rain curtain along the way.

The two cultists at the front roared and waved their weapons at Lin Yuanfei.

No one would have thought that the person in front of him would draw his sword and strike at such a fast speed!

The dense footsteps sounded almost at the same time in an instant, like a galloping horse, which made people's scalp tingle.

In the violent storm, Lin Yuanfei's speed was so fast that no one could react.

The light of the lightning illuminated the sky and the earth into a pale white, and at the same time that it illuminated Lin Yuanfei's body, he had crossed a distance of ten meters and arrived in front of the group of cultists.

The two cultists at the front only had time to raise their weapons, and a sharp cold light flashed from their throats.

Scarlet blood spurted out in the darkness.

After being squeezed by different pressures inside and outside the body, the blood in the blood vessels flew several meters away like a fountain.

And all the remaining cultists roared angrily.

However, Lin Yuanfei's figure had already rushed towards the nearest high priest.

It is a good habit to kill people when they disagree with each other.

Only an idiot would beep beep beep beep beep beep incessantly before doing anything.

Although there were only ten people in front of Lin Yuanfei, there were at least a hundred people outside the fence.

Lin Yuanfei had to kill the cultists one by one before they reacted, at least not to disturb the cultists outside.

If hundreds of cultists rushed towards him, he could only run away.

In the violent storm, the butcher knife in Lin Yuanfei's hand drew a cold arc, and slashed straight at the high priest in front of him.

The distance between the two is three meters!

However, at that moment, a cold character spit out from the mouth of the high priest.

In the next second, a piercing chill crawled up Lin Yuanfei's spine from behind.

An indescribable sense of fear clenched his heart.

Without hesitation, Lin Yuanfei rolled on the spot, and his body rolled out of the muddy water.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found a pale figure with black hair and downcast face behind him, like a wraith.

An ominous atmosphere spread in the air.

Inside the thermos, Freddy roared.

"It's an evil spirit! Little samurai, that old man has raised an evil spirit!"

Lin Yuanfei rolled and stood up, with a wooden sword in his left hand and a samurai sword in his right, half kneeling on the ground with his head slightly lowered, maintaining a defensive posture.