High energy behind the door [unlimited]

a timer.

Jian Geng turned his head, and immediately exploded: "The last group of survivors did it? It really was an internal upgrade. Don't let me meet that woman again, I will definitely beat her up."

What timer? Looking at the wreckage all over the floor, is it hard to guess?It's nothing more than gunpowder or something.Anyway, it would not be something that the natives in this "gate" should have.

Awesome, even dare to demolish special buildings, if you don't upgrade, who will upgrade?This is simply doing death to a certain extent.

Leng Mo threw away the timer box, and went to every corner to look for clues.Jian Geng walked over and stepped hard on the timer.

The voice of "咵咵咵啦" echoed in the church, and Leng Mo actually felt that it was something Jane would do.

After venting, Jian Jia looked at the church carefully.The walls were originally painted with murals, but now most of them have peeled off, not naturally peeled off, but were shaken off during the explosion.

On the right hand side, there are small houses one by one, which should be the confession room. At the end of the confession room, there is a small door.Leng Mo just opened the door and went in.

There was also a door on the left hand side, but it was blocked by fallen stones.Jian Geng walked over and pushed the door, but it was able to open.The inside is dark, and it seems that the roof is still intact, and it cannot be open-air like the outside.

Jian Geng is a bit regretful, the houses of the last batch of people were blown up, so why not blow it up better.Instead, the roof on the side was lifted together.

Jian Geng pushed the door completely open, took off the cloth bag on his back—he carried the rooster to the back because it was inconvenient to hold it just now—and took out two fluorescent sticks from the cloth bag containing the rooster.Of course, this was prepared together when Leng Mo gave him the tent.

Folding the fluorescent stick, Jian Geng threw one in, the fluorescent stick rolled twice, hit an obstacle and stopped listening.

Jian Geng took a closer look, hey, it turned out to be a big clock.

He handed the cock in again, but neither rooster crowed.Jian Geng felt relieved, left the chicken outside, turned over the rock and jumped in.The other fluorescent stick in my hand was also folded, and I held it in my hand for lighting.

This should be a showroom, with large and small silver cups, silver plates and other things in it.Except for being shaken and moved a little bit, it was actually quite intact.

Jian Geng took a second look and then set his sights on the big clock.It was black and very heavy. Jian Geng pushed it, but didn't push it.There are no patterns on the surface of the clock, but it seems to have been repainted, and the paint has not yet dried completely. Not only does it smell of paint, but it is also sticky to the touch.Jian Geng got a black mark on his hand.

Today was probably a cloudy day, and when Jian Geng was observing the big clock, the sky became overcast again.

Jian Geng was already in a darker place, so she didn't notice the sky outside at all.On the other hand, Leng Mo saw the change of the sky through the gap in the wall, pulled out the parchment hidden under the drawer behind the desk, and left the room.

In the showroom, Jian Jian walked around the big clock, and suddenly felt a trace of cold wind pouring in along his T-shirt.

"Ah~ah~" A woman's singing came into my ears.Very light, but lingering.

Two black cloths hung down from Jian Geng's shoulders, and Jian Geng froze there without moving.

The woman's singing became louder and clearer.Jian Geng carefully distinguished, and it was the scene of the church preaching.

"The light of the Holy Lord shines on the world, and the messenger walks in his country, bringing light to the darkness." Probably this means, just singing and singing, why is it getting more and more strange?

"The flames are blazing, the tongues of fire are licking my body, the pain—"

At the same time, the rooster crowed sharply, and the black cloth was tightened around his neck suddenly. Jian Geng grabbed the cloth with both hands, and the touch was not like a piece of cloth, but like human skin.

Jian Geng's face was flushed red, and she couldn't scream even after being pinched.He grabbed it randomly, and while struggling, the cross pendant Leng Mo gave him fell out, and the silver-white cross gave off a faint light.The feeling of being wrapped around Jian Geng's neck became a little looser.He quickly took two breaths.

Outside the showroom, Leng Mo arrived.

He rushed over, jumped into the showroom with a stone in one hand, first cut off the two black cloths that were holding Jianjiao with the dagger, and then fought with the robe monster.

Jian Geng didn't know what enmity his neck had with these ghosts, why the ghosts inside liked to strangle his neck no matter which "gate" he went to or this one.Next time, I have to get myself a strangle-proof prop to protect myself.

While he was calming down, Leng Mo and the robed monster had already exchanged hands for more than a dozen rounds.

Jian Geng first picked up the cross that fell on the ground, its silvery white color was no longer visible at the edge, but turned black as if scorched.

It was this thing that gave that thing a little strength just now, he held the cross in his hand, and looked at He Lengmo's trembling robe monster.Weird black robe, weird touch, weird singing voice.From the lyrics, it is not difficult to conclude that the person whose body is licked by the tongue of fire is a witch.So this robe monster is also some kind of embodiment of a witch?

Jian Geng glanced at the robe monster, then at the cross in his hand, and decided to try the usage of the cross.

The robe monster was cut and bruised by Leng Mo, it didn't want to confront this man, it wanted to attack Jian Geng more than Leng Mo.Persimmons should be picked and pinched softly, which is also applicable in the "door".Obviously, Jian Gentian is the soft persimmon.Otherwise, the robe monster wouldn't have approached Jian Jia when the two were separated.

But Leng Mo didn't give the robe monster a chance at all, he hit and hit again, harvesting the robe monster's black robe.The black robe that was intact tens of seconds ago turned into rags, and the robe monster roared angrily and mournfully.

Jian Jian recalled the movement of the skeleton hand at that time, raising the cross above his head.He pointed the hand holding the cross at the robe monster, but nothing happened.

"Isn't it used like this?" Jian Geng muttered, why did that skeleton pose like this?Performance art?

"Hiss." Jian Geng regained consciousness, and saw the black robe ignore Leng Mo's attack, jumping over him and rushing towards her.

Jian Geng leaned back, but the black robe stopped before him.The cross gave off a faint light in his hand, and Jian Geng abruptly stopped his steps of retreating.He even took a step forward by holding the cross.

The black robe suddenly shrank back.She didn't shrink back by herself, but was dragged back by Leng Mo.

Leng Mo slashed fiercely at the place where it should be the neck, and the black robe collapsed. Leng Mo continued to make two more cuts without stopping, and the black robe was completely silent.

Jian Geng did not step forward this time, waiting for Leng Mo to deal with the black robe again.Then he went up and set a fire.

Leng Mo glanced at Jian Geng's neck by the light of the fire, and a purple mark was very obvious.He took out the spray from the medicine bag and threw it to Jian Geng.

Jian Geng received the spray, shook Leng Mo, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

The ice-cold spray relieves the burning sensation on the neck very well, and it is much easier to use than the ones bought in the market.Jian Geng glanced at the spray can, there was no sign on it, just a simple white filling.It was probably a private item obtained from Leng Mo.He returned the spray to Leng Mo, thinking that he must ask him where he got the equipment after he got out.He also went to store some in case of emergencies.

Leng Mo rang the big clock in the showroom, and the big clock made a silent sound.

Jian Jian: "Hey, the paint hasn't dried yet." He was a little gloating, that there was one more person who rubbed ashes like him.

Leng Mo glanced at Jian Jia: "Didn't do it?"

Jian Geng: "Yes, I just touched it. It's worse than yours. My palms are touching, and one hand is black."

Leng Mo was silent for two seconds, then slowly stretched out his hand and raised it in front of Jian Jia.

Jane's smile froze.

Although the color of the light stick had dimmed, it could still be seen clearly that there was no trace of black paint on Leng Mo's hands.

"How is it possible?" Jane blurted out, and then he immediately raised his hand, which was also completely clean.The black paint stains just now are gone.

Leng Mo said indifferently: "You just triggered the death condition."

Jian Geng quickly changed her mind: "It can't be touching the clock, you touched it too, but you are fine." He should have it, but Leng Mo doesn't have it...

"Black mark." "Black mark."

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

The gazes collided together, and Jane said: "If you have a black mark, you will be attacked by a witch, but I was not attacked immediately. Is there anything else I missed?" In the last half of the sentence, he seemed to be talking to himself. Soliloquy.

"Weather." Leng Mo said: "The last one, and this one, both appeared when the sky was overcast."

After being reminded by Leng Mo, Jian Geng noticed that it was a little darker outside than before.Nothing was found in the showroom except the clock.The two left the showroom.Jian Geng looked up at the sky, and sure enough, the sun was completely blocked by thick clouds.

"In other words, witches are afraid of the sun." Jian Geng also took out the cross: "This thing is also useful." He looked at the chicken again: "The chicken can find them, but it seems that the expulsion effect is not ideal. It may be water and soil Don't accept it." He actually found an excuse for the prop.

"What did you find there?" Jian Geng asked Leng Mo after finishing talking about herself.

Leng Mo took out a roll of parchment: "A bishop's notes."

What is described above is a terrible hunt.