The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Feng Jia ran in a panic, passing through dark corridors, as if dawn would never come.

He didn't know who to go to. If Qi Ershao was really with the devil, what should he do? Will God come to help him?

While his thoughts were chaotic, his steps became more and more disorganized. Suddenly, he was stumbled by a raised stone brick, and his body suddenly fell forward.

Even through the thick black robe, Feng Jia still felt a sharp pain in his arms and knees, and he could hardly move.

The candles on the promenade have been burned out after a long night, but the light of dawn has never reached here. He raised his head, wanting to call for help but afraid of being discovered by the devil, so he could only bear the pain for life. Crawl hard.

The already broken and uneven ground, under the extreme tension at the moment, his senses were magnified countless times, and every time he moved forward, his whole body ached.

In such a helpless situation, Feng Jia was already crying unknowingly, and the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose was skewed to his mouth, but he had no intention of helping it.

He can only pray that God can give him the strength to let him escape from here quickly, or——

"Feng Jia? What's wrong with you!"

The voice from the front was like a life-saving straw, causing Feng Jia to struggle and reach out: "John, John—come and help me! Let's get out of here!"

There was sarcasm in Wang Wu's eyes, and he looked at Feng Jia as if he was looking at a lamb caught in a trap, but he pretended to be very concerned on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up: "What happened? Did you fall?"

Feng Jia is still in the mood to elaborate now. In his eyes, Father John is only a few years older than himself, and he is definitely not the opponent of the devil. It is too dangerous for the two of them to stay here: "Don't ask Come on, me, let's run away, the devil is coming!"

"Devil?" Wang Wu dragged Feng Jia to stand up in surprise, his voice still disbelieving: "This is a church, how can a devil come here to do evil?"

"It's true!" Fearing that the other party would not believe him, Feng Jia tightly grabbed Lord Wang Wu's sleeve with his scarred hands, and said excitedly, "I saw with my own eyes... I saw with my own eyes that they killed Will. Father!"

Wang Wu's expression became more and more distorted, and the smile on his mouth could hardly be concealed. He loved pretending to be stupid, and while comforting Feng Jia, he suggested: "Oh my god, did something happen to Father Will? This is terrible. ..."

"Let's go to Father Wang! He will definitely find a solution."

Feng Jia couldn't distinguish Wang Wu's tone at all. He was too panicked at the moment, and when he heard the other party mention Wang Mingsheng, the kind and reliable appearance of old priest Wang suddenly appeared in his mind, so he nodded in a daze and let Wang Wu Drag him away.

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The flame in the fireplace finally brought a reassuring light to the small room.

Feng Jia held a cup of hot coffee in both hands, and the wound on his body was treated briefly, but he was still shivering with fear, curled up on the dark gray sofa.

Restraining his fear, he described what he saw to Wang Mingsheng who was sitting across from him, who was still wearing thick pajamas, using as concise a language as possible.

"They...like demons, killed Father Will."

"What should we do? Will they kill more people?"

"And Qi Ershao...has he really fallen too?"

Wang Mingsheng also brought a cup of coffee. He listened to Feng Jia's words with a solemn expression, missing half of his finger, and lightly brushed the cup with the gold shell.

He walked behind Feng Jia, sighed heavily, and then pressed his shoulder: "Oh, my child, I expected all these things."

"What?" Feng Jia was caught by surprises one after another tonight. He took a sip of the warm coffee in his cup and turned his head with difficulty. He forced himself to ask, "What did you expect?"

"I expected it—the devil has already appeared." Wang Mingsheng bent down from Feng Jia's back, leading the poor and bewildered young man on a more confused road: "Do you remember what I told you before?" ? Wang Jiu is a child I raised with my own hands."

"When I brought him to my side back then, I already discovered that there were traces of demons in his soul."

"I thought I could purify him, but I didn't expect...he let the devil occupy him, and confused Qi Ershao."

"You mean... Qi Ershao was bewitched by that person?" Feng Jia's consciousness became more and more confused, and he couldn't help but take another sip of coffee. The bias in his heart made him gradually believe what Wang Mingsheng said.

"To be more precise, Qi Chensheng was bewitched by the demon in Wang Jiu's soul." Wang Mingsheng walked back in front of Feng Jia and met his eyes: "That's why I invited them to the Skoll Church That's why I hope you can get close to Qi Ershao—"

"He needs you, as God's messenger, only you can save him from the fall!"

Feng Jia's remaining sobriety slowly disappeared under Wang Mingsheng's bewitching words one after another.Against the bouts of dizziness, he looked into Wang Mingsheng's eyes, which seemed to reflect the shadow of Qi Chensheng.

The kind-hearted Qi Ershao in his memory was sinking into the quagmire of the devil, waiting for his arrival.

"I... am going to save him..."

Feng Jia repeated in a murmur, the fire reflected on Wang Mingsheng's face, with a bright and sometimes dark smile at that time, he raised his hand to stroke Feng Jia's forehead, and praised: "Yes, you are going to save him and become his light, and get rid of the demons around him!"

"Save him, save him... Second Young Master Qi..." Feng Jia's expression was frighteningly dull, the coffee cup in his hand fell to the ground, but he didn't respond, as if he was about to get up now and rush back into the hall of the church , but was stopped by Wang Wu.

"Feng Jia, don't go yet." Wang Wu continued to put on his good man's mask, took Feng Jia's arm, and persuaded him, "You have seen it all, that demon is very powerful, how can you save him from him?" Second Young Master Qi?"

"I believe that God will give me help!" Feng Jia rummaged around on her body, finally found the cross, and held it tightly in her hands.

"Yes, my child, God will help you," Wang Wu consciously stepped aside, let Wang Mingsheng come up to Feng Jia, and pressed his hand holding the cross: "Come on, child, come on!" Look at what kind of gift God has given you... With it, you can rescue Qi Er Shao."

Wang Mingsheng took Feng Jia's hand as he spoke, and opened his closet, revealing a passage leading deep underground.

Feng Jia was completely confused by the potion in the coffee at this time, he followed Wang Mingsheng's steps obediently, slowly, slowly along the stairs, rusty copper lamps on the wall followed their arrival and light up in turn.

At the end of the corridor, there was a colorless door. Wang Mingsheng raised his hand slowly, and it immediately turned into scarlet blood, staggered and condensed, crawled over like a snake, and spread on the door into a simple and simple pattern. Totem of evil.

squeak --

When blood finally covered the entire door, it opened heavily. Feng Jia's eyes were still dull, but Wang Mingsheng pushed him into it with a smile.

It was a spacious underground dark room, which was probably transformed from an abandoned part in the expansion of the church.There are still painted paintings of the kingdom of heaven on the walls, but now they are filled with layers of black iron cages—exactly the same as the ones Wang Mingsheng used to keep the canaries.

Wang Wu followed closely behind and lit the fire in the center of the dark room. In an instant, all the things in the iron cage seemed to wake up together. Although most of them were difficult to transform into shapes, they seemed to have countless pairs of eyes with thick eyes. Angry, looking at them.

Wang Mingsheng smiled quite satisfied. He looked at the stacked iron cages in front of him, all of which he had collected over the years.

He used the method given by that person to trap the demons here, and then choose the right person to guide the demons to parasitize them...

Don't blame him for being greedy either, Qi Chensheng just agreed not to kill him, but that person controlled everything about him and kept urging him to do something against Qi Chensheng - weighing the two sides in this way, Wang Mingsheng would only choose the one that was beneficial to him.

"Come on, my child." Wang Mingsheng looked at Feng Jia again and induced him to walk towards the cage: "Let me see which one is the most suitable for you."

Feng Jia followed Wang Mingsheng in a daze. At this moment, he had completely lost his consciousness.

Wang Mingsheng smiled, and opened the first black cage in front of him. The holding demon inside gradually condensed into a shape, and after a while, it turned into a scorpion-shaped mist, lingering around Feng Jia's side.

Wang Mingsheng waited, waiting for the scorpion to parasitize Feng Jia, but after a long time, he found that the scorpion was still circling around Feng Jia without any other reaction.

"Is this one inappropriate?" Wang Mingsheng frowned, and stopped paying attention to the scorpion, but pulled Feng Jia to another cage. He opened the cage just like last time, and waited for the holding demon inside. It turned into a long, icy purple snake, wriggling its scales and entangled on Feng Jia's body. The poisonous fangs were about to bite Feng Jia's neck, but——after a while, the snake didn't bite it. Parasite failed again.

Wang Mingsheng became a little impatient. He pulled the snake off in disgust, and dragged Feng Jia to the next cage. This time, the black wolf appeared in the cage.

But the result was still the same as the previous two times, and the demon holding failed to parasitize again.

Wang Mingsheng became more and more irritable. He had never failed so many times before, but he still endured and opened the next cage again.

Lizards, half-leather tricks, bone kites, giant mullet...

One cage after another was opened, but none of the monsters could match Feng Jia, and Wang Mingsheng gradually lost control of his anger.

"No, no!"

"No, why not—"

"What a bunch of trash!"

His eyes were blood red, half of his body no longer maintained his human shape, and melted into a stench of blood, slamming heavily to all accessible places around him.

The black iron cage was violently opened continuously, and the demons inside poured out one after another, and Wang Mingsheng frantically grabbed it from it and threw it on Feng Jia.

Feng Jia was almost overwhelmed by those strange holding monsters. At first, Wang Wu was able to follow Wang Mingsheng's movements and put the holding monster he was experimenting with back into the cage.

But as Wang Mingsheng caught more and more monsters, Wang Wu couldn't keep up, so he could only let those monsters pile up outside.

He gradually realized that something was wrong, and reminded aloud: "Family, Patriarch, there are too many Zhiyao running out, please slow down, I can't catch them back."

But in exchange, it was Wang Mingsheng's red eyes that almost lost his mind: "What did you say?"

"Are you going to be a waste too?"

Wang Wu was so stared at by him, and immediately hid aside in fear, speeding up his hands to clean up the monster: "No, no, I can catch it, Patriarch, don't be angry!"

Wang Mingsheng was obviously not in the mood to talk to him now, and after a heavy "hum", he manipulated the blood flow from his body and rushed towards the holding demon in the cage.

Wang Wu glanced at him secretly, and he didn't know what kind of small plan was in his mind. Just as he bent down to chase a holding demon who ran to the door, he suddenly heard that in the passageway between the door, There came a voice that startled him——