Chapter 72 Undercurrent in the East District

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"Courage and sacrifice?"

The Declined King put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at Amon, and asked again: "Do you want to learn courage and sacrifice?"

Amon touched his eyes: "It's not that I want to learn, I just want to understand what this is."

"Is this what your father said to you?"

"Yes."

"It's very simple. Let me ask you a question." Outer God returned his gaze to the newspaper calmly, "Since this is your father's expectation of you, are you willing to die for your father?"

"..." Amon pinched his monocle again, with a normal smile on his face, "Are there any causes and consequences? I mean, what happened to me that made me die, and what can I get in exchange for my death?

"

"There is no need for any cause or effect." The Declined King turned over a page of the newspaper, "You just need to answer me whether you are willing."

"...all of me will die?"

"right."

"Will father resurrect me in the future?"

"Ask your father this kind of question when the time comes."

"..." Amon pondered for a while, then slowly found a place to sit down, frowning, and the mask-like smile on his face showed a distressed look due to his thinking. He

The silence lasted for an extremely long time. It was only when the Outer God had finished reading the entire newspaper and changed to the next book that Amon finally spoke, "I don't know until then."

"I think I will run away. My father is half the old man, so his spirit can be regarded as immortal and will remain in his path forever. He will return one day. Since he has existed forever, it doesn't seem to matter whether his body survives.

Meaning. I will try to avenge Him. If I can still be resurrected, dying for my father is not unacceptable. If He is unwilling to resurrect me, or cannot survive even if I sacrifice Him, then I will run away."

"Hmm." The Declined King was noncommittal, "Then are you interested in the so-called courage and sacrifice?"

"Apart from my father's expectations, I'm not interested."

"Yeah." The Outer God answered him calmly, "You are a mythical creature, why do you have to let all your power serve humans?"

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Late at night, on a dark and remote road in the East District, a girl carrying a big bag full of old clothes was walking cautiously.

She was wearing an old but neat light blue dress and a white apron. She looked around cautiously as she walked, and tried to choose a road with gas lights, so she took a long detour and wasted a lot of time. She was obviously

She knows about the recent rampant kidnappings. But she has been busy with work until now. If she goes back before dark, she will not be able to buy bread tomorrow. For her future livelihood, even if there are kidnappers operating outside, she must

Work hard until late at night.

Just walk through this alley and you'll be home...

She whispered to herself to cheer herself up.

The girl stood under the dim yellow gas street lamp and carefully looked at the dark alley. The light could only illuminate the entrance of the alley, and two meters behind it was darkness, as if it was a big mouth that chooses people to eat, which made people feel panicked.

The girl took a gentle breath and walked in more cautiously. Step by step, she slowly looked around and tried not to make any noise. When she reached the middle of the alley, her tense expression and body became tense.

There are signs of softening, and the pace has become slightly brisker.

At this moment, a closed wooden door on the left side of the alley suddenly opened, and a gauze coated with ether was hidden in the palm of a hand to cover her mouth and nose! The girl's eyes suddenly widened, and she subconsciously held her breath.

She struggled violently, then another hand stretched out from the darkness, hooked her neck fiercely, and dragged her into the dark house.

With a soft bang, the wooden door closed, and the alley returned to silence.

"This little girl is quite strong."

I felt the strength of the struggle in my arms getting smaller and smaller, and someone in the darkness sneered: "Let's see how many seconds you can last."

At this moment, he felt something sticky and cold being slapped on his cheek and slowly sliding down. Was it water? Is this broken house leaking?

But it hasn’t rained recently...

"...Ahhhhhhh!!" The kidnapper suddenly screamed heartbreakingly, letting go of the girl he had imprisoned, and desperately scratching her cheek. The thing was sliding down, and it was

There was a burning pain along the way, like skin being peeled off and bones being ripped out! The kidnapper struggled to take out the match and stumbled to the only broken mirror in the hut. With a soft click, the match was lit, illuminating his mirror.

Vision.

He saw another human face in his own face!

It turned out that what fell on his face was a piece of flesh and blood! The piece of flesh and blood devoured his skin, digging a gap in his body, and a strange face grew out of it! The face was expressionless, dull and terrifying,

It kept moving, as if trying to get out of his body.

At this time, he heard a slight cough behind him.

The girl who he thought had lost the ability to resist slowly sat up, took out a bottle of irritating potion from her pocket and took a deep breath, then her nose and tears flowed out.

"Woo... Finally... Wuwu... I took the bait..."

The girl was so choked that she wiped her tears while speaking.

No matter how slow he is, the kidnapper knows that he has been trapped. The crack on the human face has already reached his shoulders, and half of his face has completely lost consciousness. He gritted his exposed teeth ferociously and endured the pain.

He took out a small signal lamp from his sleeve, lit the match that had not been extinguished, and threw it into the sky.

In the dark night sky, a firework suddenly exploded.

…

By the time the person who grew out of the crack had completely emerged from the kidnapper's body, he had become a skeleton with stretched human skin, without any blood or internal organs, like a mummy that had been dried for several years.

There were faint footsteps in the distance, and the flesh puppet who had been given fixed instructions had an expressionless face. Alia, who was acting as a bait, quickly closed her eyes and fell to the ground to continue pretending to be faint. The flesh puppet bent down and picked out the corpse of the kidnapper.

After taking out his wallet and watch, suddenly a leather whip came out from the air and hit the flesh puppet's wrist hard, cutting off his hand at the wrist!

Bang bang bang! The bullets were fired continuously. Three bullets were shot into the flesh puppet's eyes and eyebrows at precise angles, instantly destroying his (non-existent) brain. The powerful impact blew off his skull, and the red

Blood and muscle tissue spattered several meters behind him.

"No wonder he dares to hinder us. He turns out to be an extraordinary person."

The revolver in Katie's hand was emitting smoke, and the soft whip in her other hand was dripping blood drop by drop. A cruel smile appeared on her scarred face: "die here."

The flesh puppet was thrown into a backward position by the recoil, which was impossible for humans to maintain balance. However, it did not fall, but slowly stood up straight again. He turned his face to Katie, his head was broken, and his eyes were originally

There was only a ball of bloody flesh with two bullets embedded in it. The reflection of brass made them look like a pair of real eyes. Even Katie, who was ruthless and loved to torture her opponents, couldn't help but feel a chill.

"wrong!"

I thought this was a low-to-mid-sequence extraordinary person who was good at flesh magic or controlling corpses, but Katie's spiritual intuition suddenly sent out a signal of alarm and panic! She immediately emptied the magazine of the flesh puppet, beating him into a puddle and unable to stand at all.

The broken bones and rotten flesh that had grown up were imprisoned with extraordinary abilities. At this time, the minions she brought finally arrived at the scene. Seven or eight people stood scattered outside the alley, each of them covering their faces tightly.

It's so tight, like a wall that even light can't penetrate.

Katie had no doubt that he was there and immediately ordered: "You guys are here to guard, I will go back and report to Mr. Heras now..."

"Hee hee hee."

"Hee hee hee."

"Hahahahahaha."

Before she could finish her words, seven or eight of her subordinates suddenly burst out into weird laughter. Katie's hair stood on end. She jumped back suddenly, and in the process of jumping, she reloaded at an extreme speed that even a soldier could hardly achieve.

She loaded six bullets, and when they hit the ground, she took the shooting position without thinking, and fired four shots in a row. Extraordinary force attached to them, and the brass-colored bullets accurately penetrated the heads of four people, blowing a big hole in their heads.

The four people fell down and melted together.

The other three people also laughed strangely and blended in together.

Then, the flesh and blood surged upward and turned into a human form.

Mr. A walked out of the filthy pool of blood and looked at Katie, who was facing a formidable enemy, with crazy and sinister eyes: "Let me redeem your sins."

“Only death can forgive the sin of kidnapping the Lamb of our Lord.”

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Alia sent the old clothes to the people who had just been resettled yesterday. There were 9 people crowded in the warehouse. I heard that there were originally more than ten, but someone ran away during the night, including an old woman.

The old woman seems to be a pretty devout believer in the goddess, and everyone is discussing whether to move out immediately to prevent her from reporting this place to the priests in the Church of the Night Goddess.

However, these matters are the responsibility of the Aurora Society. When the time comes, the people will be moved away, and the bedsheets, bedding and clothes will be burned, and the people around will be able to deal with it if they prove it. The flow of people in the East District is terrifying every day, unless

Thousands of people are missing, or it involves large-scale spread of cults or demonstrations, otherwise the church will just register it and not take it seriously, let alone track down the whereabouts of the refugees.

She looked at her precious pocket watch. It was now past ten o'clock, and the red moon was hanging high. This pocket watch was a gift from Dean Norma to congratulate her on entering college. It was plated with silver, inlaid with a circle of gold wire, and engraved with

Her name is one of the few things that truly belongs to her.

"Ah, Miss Maria!" Alia saw the person in charge who was talking to the blue-haired uncle and went up to say hello cheerfully, "I met the kidnapper and successfully completed the task!"

"But it seems that no one else was kidnapped. Only me...Mr. Ernst said that I was too thin. Is that true?"

"Did you meet the kidnapper? Were you injured?"

Maria became nervous all of a sudden, strode up to Aliya, looked up and down and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine. You are really too thin. You must eat more during the few years of college."
To be continued...