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Karl was unwilling to go in without saying anything, his whole face was twisted, and he really didn't look very comfortable.

"I really can't go in." With a trace of fear mixed in the bored expression, Ya urged, "After you go in, don't worry about anything, don't listen to anything, just drop your blood on the ground."

"Just listen to me." Carl pursed his lips and hid under the stairs.

Andre pushed open the wooden door, and a dark red halo radiated from the attic accompanied by the sound of the "squeaky" wooden door.

"New here?" A thick and old voice came.

The attic is very low, and Andre's blond hair is brushed against the sloping beams. A dim oil lamp hangs in the center, dangling and elongating the shadows of Andre and Lyons.

On the other side of the chandelier is a narrow wooden table with rolled up edges and a leathery parchment roll spread out on it.At the wooden table sat an old man in a black cloak.

The cloak is enormous in size and drags all the way to the ground.The two hands exposed by the cuffs were haggard, brown and cracked skin wrapped in bones, and they were slowly moving the parchment scroll to find things.

Andre said, "Come and take the test."

"Don't make noise! ​​Don't make noise!" The old man yelled strangely, interrupting Andre roughly.His fingers landed somewhere, and he smiled happily, "Well—found it! Andre, Lyons. Right? Welcome to the kingdom of God, children."

"Do the test! Do the test!" The old man groped from the drawer under the table, took out a dagger, handed it to Andre, pointed to the ground and said, "Hey, it's right there! Give yourself a knife and drip it on it Just some blood."

Andre took the dagger, and the old man had already turned around and staggered back to sit down at the table, muttering in his mouth: "Looking at the children of good people, why come here to suffer... No, no, this is heaven, it's heaven ..."

Attic ceiling lights don't do much lighting.The little bit of light sprinkled on the old man's cloak exposed the small half of his face, which was as rigid as a knife, and the wrinkled skin spread on his face like a dry canal.

The corners of his mouth slanted up as he spoke, revealing an ugly, weird smile.

Andre held the scabbard, clearly feeling the messy scars on the old man's palm when he took the dagger just now.He looked at the old man and pulled out his dagger: "Where is the drop?"

"Can't you see!" the old man shouted, as if he had been stepped on his tail suddenly, pointing his eyes wide open, "There! There! On the ground! Can't you see! Are you blind!?"

The ground pointed by the skinny fingers was covered with thick dust.No pattern, no debris.The old man's eyes accidentally exposed the cloak and saw the ground. He suddenly screamed and hid his head in the corner between the table and the chair: "It's there! God's eyes, God's test. It's there!"

The rough old man screamed hoarsely and desperately, and the cloak fell apart because of the old man's struggle, and Andre saw the other party's true face.

It was a head that seemed to have lost its skin.The flesh and blood almost dissipated, and the human skin was sticking to the bones, just like skinny fingers.This is a dying walking dead.

Andre narrowed his eyes, and saw the familiar mandala pattern without any surprise.It's just that the smoky mandala seems to have grown up, not only distributed on the back of the hand, but crawling all over the entire torso.

There are clusters of black mandalas, like skirts and tentacles spread by monsters in the deep sea.The cloud at the tip of the petals spread all the way to the old man's left eye like a black hole that devoured everything.

"Ah!" screamed the old man, wrapping himself in the cloak with both hands.

"Spiritual problems?" Lioness looked at the old man trembling alone in the corner, and made a hypothesis.

Andre shook his head, and cut open his palm with a dagger in silence.

The blood fell on the ground drop by drop, smashing the dust into several potholes.

The old man's fear suddenly disappeared, and his two protruding eyeballs were fixed on the blood covered in dust on the ground.The blood flowed on the ground along with the dust, slowly converging into a complicated and gorgeous formation.

"What color are you, what color are you, what color are you." His hoarse voice was whispering like a devil, echoing in the attic.

The dimly lit attic is instantly illuminated, from dull gray to shiny black to flirtatious dark purple.The blood on the ground rolled like boiling, the old man squinted his eyes and roared almost silently: "Zi...Zi..."

"Hush." ​​The bright purple light fell.Andre's palm was over the old man's eyes, "What you see is a dull gray. There is nothing, only ordinary, ordinary gray."

The old man nodded hesitantly, the mandala pattern on his face became more and more real, and the vine seemed to stretch out his flesh and engulf Andre's demon hand.

"Grey, yes, gray. The same gray as me. Hehe." Mandala dimmed as the old man regained consciousness, and his frightened eyes turned into sly, and he looked at Andre contemptuously.

"It's the same, it's the same. It's only fair that everyone is gray. God wants to redeem everyone, it's the same, it's the same." The old man kept murmuring, turning his head and staring at Lyons fiercely: "And you! What color are you? ?”

As he spoke, he snatched the dagger from Andre's hand, wiped off some blood on it with his cloak, and handed it to Lyons, "Go, do a test. I want to see what color you are!"

Andre stepped back and stood by the table with the parchment.While the old man was pestering Andre, he looked at the contents of the parchment.

Lyons took the dagger, and cut the palm of his hand under the old man's direct gaze.

It's different from Andre's sticky blood.Human blood is fresh and fluid, and soon filled the entire formation.

There are no singular changes in the attic this time around.Kankan stopped on the eve of the gray turning to black, and then suddenly dimmed.

Lions threw the dagger to the old man, and took out a handkerchief to bandage the wound.

"Hmph, it's better than that." The old man wiped the dagger clean, put it into the scabbard cherishingly, and found the ignorant newcomer, "Hey! What are you doing! Stay away from the register! This is something that only the envoys of God can see !"

Andre looked away, backed away quickly, avoiding the rushing old man, and asked, "Are you the messenger of God?"

"Of course! God loves me and trusts me, and that's why I'm in charge of the door to eternal life." The old man said proudly.

"But you don't seem to be having a good time," Andre said.

"What do you know! Little boy! This is glory! The tempering I have received will prove God's gift in the future!" The old man snorted, picked up a worn-out quill, and wrote a D and D+.Then he took out two wooden signs and two tubes of purple-red liquid and gave them to Andre.

"Take it, losers. This medicine is given by God, and you will see eternal life." The old man chuckled, and with his skinny hands like the claws of a giant dragon, he put the potion in Andre's palm.

Andre took the wooden sign and the test tube, and looked back at Lyons.

Lyons is still studying the formation on the ground.The formation occupied the entire open space of the attic, and the blood they dripped on had disappeared.The floor seemed to have a mouth, swallowing all the blood and turning it into its own.

The dust resurfaced the floor without leaving any trace of blood slithering.

"Let's go." Andre handed a token and a potion to Lyons.

Lions nodded, took one last look at the old man who had shrunk back to the corner of the table, and turned to leave.

The attic wooden door is like a barrier that divides the world.Dark and mysterious inside, bright and beautiful outside.

Karl didn't dare to approach the attic, and even the guild didn't want to stay for a moment.His intuition told him that there lived monsters eating people here, and he must not provoke them.

As soon as the wooden door was pushed open, he grabbed the handrail of the stairs, only showing a flaxen head, and looked at Andre with concern: "Well, that old lunatic didn't do anything to you. Just now there was a breath inside Terrible... are you all right, Andre?"

"It's okay." Andre walked down the attic.Carl stopped at the stairs, unwilling to step forward.Andre didn't say any more, until he left the guild, and after Carl's face relaxed a lot, he asked, "Have you all done that test?"

Karl nodded and replied: "Everyone who wants to have divine blood needs to take a test and then swear to be a servant of God. God only provides his believers with the magic medicine that leads to longevity."

Andre: "Where's the old man in the attic. Has he been there all the time?"

"It's been here since I came, it's been three or four years!" Carl recalled the appearance of the old man, wrinkling his nose in disgust, "That's a lunatic. He rushed to me and said he was going to eat me."

Andre took out a sign with the letter D and asked, "What is this?"

"It's a passing order..." Carl stared at the sign, and suddenly shouted: "Hey! Why are you D!"

He snatched Andre's sign and looked at it carefully several times, and said in his mouth: "Impossible, impossible, there must be a mistake somewhere! I can't even beat you, how can you be just a D!"

Andre patted Carl on the shoulder as a comfort: "What level are you?"

"I'm B." Carl held out the metal plate to show Andre.

Except for the difference in texture and the letters engraved on the two sides, the shape and the mandala imprint printed on the back are exactly the same.

"I thought you could at least get an A," Carl murmured.Suddenly remembering something, he stared at Lyons with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Wait. Did he get the badge too? Those who fail the test will be expelled from the guild by 'God'."

Lioness showed him the sign that said D+, "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Carl was stunned for a moment, "Are you a Sunwalker?"

"No." Lyons said, "some tricks were used."

"What means?"

Lyons said with a cold face, "Secret."

Carl was so angry that his teeth were itchy, but he couldn't do anything to the cunning businessman in the southern district, so he gritted his teeth and muttered: "As expected of a businessman, how despicable. Bah."

Andre turned to look at Lyons and asked, "Means?"

He was present throughout the test in the attic, but he didn't remember any small moves by the hunter.

Lions held out his right hand wrapped in a handkerchief.The tightened cuff on the wrist opened a hole due to violent movements, and a test tube filled with blood was exposed.

Lyons held the cork, pulled out the test tube, shook it in front of Andre, and said, "If you haven't noticed it, it means that my trick has become quite successful."