"Click."

After Linard tied the burly man to the stool, he walked to the window, opened the Gothic-style colored windows, and took a look around.

The bright moonlight cast a silvery white light, and the dim public kerosene lamp also provided a certain brightness.

From Lynard's perspective, the row of two-story buildings opposite were still lit with yellow lights as before, and laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time. It seemed that he had not heard the loud fighting and gunshots here at all.

After pondering for a moment, he put down the window and walked back to the tied up man.

"Crack!"

A crisp slap sounded, followed by several rapid slaps in succession. The big man muttered and woke up.

When he saw Lynard clearly in front of him, he immediately understood his situation, and after a brief moment of sluggishness, he actually started to chuckle.

Because the blood-stained cloth was stuffed into his mouth, his laughter sounded weird, like a skinny black crow, which was completely inconsistent with his body shape and made people uncomfortable.

Lynard didn't pay attention to his performance, and looked at him quietly and said: "Three questions, first, who are you? Second, who am I? Third, why are you here?"

"I will take out the thing that is blocking your mouth, but you are not allowed to say any sentences that I can't understand, otherwise I will immediately cut off your mouth so that you can't pronounce it. Do you understand?"

The burly man laughed so hard that a few tears rolled down his face. He shook his head and nodded.

As if he didn't see it, Lynard stepped forward and took out the cloth from his mouth.

"Pathetic sacrifice—!"

The big man howled, and the unique human voice contained the cry of a beast, making it impossible to tell whether the sound was from a human or an animal.

"The world will eventually be cleansed, only my Lord..."

Hearing him say these words in his memory, Linnard didn't hesitate at all, and slashed his knife horizontally towards his mouth where he was casting the spell. The silver-white blade easily cut through the skin tissue, and bright red blood shot out.

When it came out, two rows of white teeth were stuck by the blade and could not move.

Linard crumpled the cloth into a ball with his left hand, pressed the back of the knife into the opponent's mouth again, and pulled out the knife, bringing out a stream of blood.

At this time, the big man's mouth had been cut to the middle by the blade, and he seemed to have no chin. He looked like a woman with a slit. Blood covered his whole body, and he let out strange screams.

There was no fluctuation in Linard's eyes. He still said calmly in his usual voice: "Death is a good destination. Most people are afraid of death, but I know you are not among them. Although many people are looking forward to it.

Death to my enemies, but I am not among them.”

"It's funny to say it, but actually, I don't think you're a human being at all." Linard held the opponent's chin firmly with his left hand to prevent the cloth from falling out. At the same time, he put away the dagger and found an unused piece of cloth.

The strips began to be wrapped vertically around the opponent's head to prevent him from spitting out the cloth.

"Because I have no sense of identity here, understand? I think you should understand. You seem to know what happened to me."

The burly man was speechless at this time. The severe pain made him drip with tears and sweat. He felt that the performance of this sacrifice was completely beyond his imagination. He seemed not to be a normal person at all, but even more so than himself, a devout believer of the Holy Religion.

Ignore life!

When he was dying, he thought of what was recorded on a certain incomplete page in the taboo book he had been secretly reading.

People from other worlds...

The burly man's pupils shrank a bit, showing a trace of fear. The unknown is the most frightening thing in the world, he thought.

"Maybe you don't want to confess, that's okay. Everything in this world can be exchanged with equal value. Just because you don't want to confess now doesn't mean you won't want to confess later. In fact, I have prepared a gift for you."

Lynard's calm voice brought him back to reality, and the sacrifice in front of him was still talking.

"First, I will tilt you back so that your head is lying down at a 45-degree angle. Well... do you understand the meaning of a 45-degree angle?"

"Then I will cover your head, eyes, mouth, and nose with a piece of cloth, and then pour water on your face."

"Of course, we don't have water here, but it doesn't matter. Blood can also complete this step. There are about 5,000 ml of blood in an adult's body, and we have a full 10,000 ml of blood that can be used."

"Here comes the most interesting part. When these liquids are poured into your face, you can experience a severe suffocation feeling. You will feel that you are about to drown in the next second. However, these liquids are just

It fills your nasal cavity, but because your head is tilted, it does not enter your lungs, and you will only hover on the edge of drowning and survival until you are willing to answer my questions."

While Linard was describing, he walked towards the two corpses at the door and kept dragging them towards them, making a rustling sound.

Following his emotionless voice, the burly man began to imagine the scene. When the black cloth in Lynard's hand covered his face, he finally couldn't bear the fear and struggled violently, his head turning back and forth.

At the same time, he impatiently recalled ways to commit suicide.

When the slightly warm blood from the corpse flowed on his face and his nasal cavity was covered with liquid, the burly man's psychological defense was completely defeated, and he said vaguely: "Ugh! Woohoo!"

Sensing the other party's compromise, Lynard removed the black cloth from his face and released all the restraints that restricted his speech.

"First question, who are you?"

"We...are members of the great Holy Religion...the Holistic Church."

Because his mouth was cut open, his speech was very slurred and leaky.

"Second question, who am I?"

"You are... Eisenhower's heir, and you are also the sacrifice chosen by my lord..."

"Finally, why are you here?"

"By the order of my lord... come and bring back the sacrifices to present to my lord..."

Linard fell into deep thought and said after a moment: "Why did you choose me to be the sacrifice?"

"This is my lord's will...and it was not chosen at all...you, you are not from this world, right?"

When Linard heard him reveal that he was not a native of this world, there was nothing unusual about Linnard. In the previous exchange, he discovered that the other party was doubtful about his identity.

"Lynard has long since died under the influence of my Lord's ritual... You are not Linard at all... but a creature that my Lord said does not belong to this world..."

"How do you know the real Lynyrd is dead?"

"Because, he has been watching you from behind since just now!"

Hearing these words from the burly man, Linard's calm heart beat suddenly several times, and Mo Yan's fear enveloped his heart, as if he was breaking out in a cold sweat on a hot day, and he could still feel the slightest chill on his neck.

By the time he realized that he actually had the emotion of fear, most of the fear had dissipated. He had not been able to experience the emotional fluctuations for a long time, and he became more curious, and slowly turned his head to look at the burly

The direction the big man is looking.

A pale, slightly transparent person was standing in the darkness, his face was very dull, and occasionally there was a trace of pain, which was exactly the same as the appearance he had seen in the mirror before.
Chapter completed!