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When he saw the girl in the red robe, Feng Chang's originally calm expression turned cold.

"The first tribe does not welcome Nine God believers." He said: "Personally, I also hope that you can terminate the contract with her as soon as possible, or kill her directly, so as to avoid the Nine Gods on your body after a long time. filthy smell."

He didn't make any suggestion about Sibel's situation at all. As a real brother, he really desperately wanted her to die.

Su Ming'an originally thought that Feng Chang and Sibel would have a misunderstood relationship like Sheng Qi and Qin Wang, but he didn't expect that Feng Chang really hated her, hated this heretic, and hated her to the point of wishing her to die.

It seems that blood relationship does not exist in them, only belief is more important.

Feng Chang and Su Rin went straight through the unopened gate of the farm and left here, ignoring Sibel's coma.

They can just leave because they are not contestants in the shrine.

Su Mingan looked at the unconscious Sibel, he knew that he could only wait to go back and ask Teacher Fang and the old woman. They should have a way to suppress the curse.

...Speaking of which, are those Black Lamb players still shopping? He hadn't interfered with them painting the altars for so long, eight altars not finished yet?

This small copy has really been played by this group of Black Lamb players into a farm simulator.

He walked towards the second floor of the nearest processing plant, and heard a "bang bang bang" footsteps, it seemed that someone was running violently.

He pushed open the door on the second floor and saw a figure jumping down from the other side. It was Isabella, and he saw her unique white coat.

He didn't mean to chase, but walked to the altar on the second floor. This altar is located on the iron staircase, and it has been painted a little by now. The blood of the knocked over animal dripped on the ground and dripped down the connection of the iron plate to the processing machine below.

"Puff pu pu" white smoke rose, this processing factory was in automatic production, and there was only the sound of "ding ding ding dong" automatic hammer dropping, which was very strange in the silence.

Su Mingan took out the engraving brush in his arms, dipped it on the blood, raised it, and stroked it.

The bright red color appeared on the altar, and was outlined along the fuzzy lines.

[You are depicting the altar, current progress: 18%]

[The props you use are (common engraving brush), (common animal blood), depicting efficiency: extremely low. 】

...

Su Mingan drew for a while, only to realize that the speed was really slow.

He put away the pen, hid the unconscious Sibel in the cabinet beside him, turned around, raised his head, and pointed in the direction of the high iron plate.

The road leading to the third floor is not a safe iron staircase, but iron plates with a height difference. These iron plates are inserted into the stone wall next to them at a distance, and people need to jump over.

He bent his legs slightly, exerted force, and jumped.

The jumping power of the A-level Shuofeng boots played a very gratifying role at this time. At the moment of jumping, he felt a natural propulsive force coming from his feet, and the height of the whole person jumped a little higher.

"Bang!"

A loud bang sounded. He successfully jumped onto the iron plate in front of him. Due to the excessive force, he was a little too forward this time, and he almost fell down the vacant space between the two high and low iron plates.

Below is a red-hot soldering iron, and the temperature burned his face red. Even if he died, he didn't want to die like this. If the first player was burnt to death because of jumping... This is too embarrassing. It's the ending of the drama.

However, if the previous death return is to jump the world line, it does not rule out that he has experienced many times, which can be called a real death with absurd ending...

His legs were slightly bent, and after grasping the angle, he jumped again, like parkour. After repeating it several times, he successfully reached the platform on the third floor.

The third floor was quiet, with only one wooden door at the front of the platform. He reached out, and after melting the crack in the wooden door, he kicked the door open.

"hiss……"

Ying was in a delicate and frail state, his legs were aching, and after taking a breath, he still suppressed his voice.

If the state is clear, it won't be so troublesome at all, just kick the wooden door and smash it. It's a pity that this world is a bit evil, and he really doesn't dare to switch states.

The night wind is coming, and the air is mixed with the smell of decay and blood.

This is the tallest building on the farm. From here, you can almost see the whole picture of the farm. The field of vision is extremely broad, and there is a sense of vastness overlooking all living beings.

The fence in the distance, the blocked gate, the swaying wheat field in the dark night, the scarecrow like a skeleton, the altar exuding blood-red light... They fit perfectly into his vision, with a dark blood-colored negative, like A low-saturated night oil painting.

Several corpses were scattered all over the farm, like dead beetles, and the icy black mist shrouded their slowly melting and decaying corpses.

Standing on the edge of the platform, Su Ming'an looked into the distance, and faintly saw a touch of gold that was about to come out of the cage.

... Dawn is almost here.

No matter what happened this night ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it seems that with the arrival of the day, all the ugliness will be buried in the passing darkness.

Those ghastly corpses are just an insignificant part of everything that happens in this world. No one cares about the struggles and pains experienced here.

When he turned around, a white shadow suddenly appeared on the original road.

It was a woman in a white coat who suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

She seemed to wait there for a while, and she didn't make a sound until he turned around before speaking.

"Nice to meet you." The woman combed her messy hair and her eyes were quiet: "My name is Isabella."

Her skin was as white as marble, with a sharp stone texture, her eyebrows were black and thick, her nose was straight, her lips were beautiful and thin, and her eyes showed a natural confidence.

When looking at him, she didn't show any nervous movement, just stood at the door calmly, with a silver-white mechanical ball hovering over her shoulder.