The old poison looked at Zhou Song in amazement, thinking that this is talking about crosstalk?

“Created according to His preference for sin and filth,” Asmotad added.

Co-author, is this devil still a supporting actor?

"In your name of God, Jesus Christ, is your only beloved Son..."

"Oh, little baby, come on my knees." Asmota said in an old lady tone.

But its size is there, and it sounds like a wolf grandmother.

"...Amen!" Zhou Song finally finished reading this exorcist ritual under the interference of Asmota.

"Amen!" Yuan Yueling and the remaining friends in the stone chamber replied unevenly.

"Amen!" Asmota also recited in a playful tone...

Zhou Song was stunned.

"Don't get distracted!" Yuan Yueling pulled Zhou Song's hand and reminded.

“By the mystery of faith, our Lord suffers, dies, and then rises to heaven.

"In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you, Asmothy, to leave here."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..." Asmo laughed too loudly: "It's not just a casual person who can move me by reading the script."

Zhou Song felt that all his strength was pulled away by something, and his body collapsed.

Yuan Yueling quickly supported him.

"We will give you some more time..." Asmota said: "It won't take long, the corpse will rot completely, leaving only white bones, and even the skin will not be left.

"During this time, we have decided to design a brand new game. We are looking forward to your wonderful performances at that time, hahaha."

After the terrifying laughter, there was a brief silence.

"I knew it wouldn't work..." He Sirong sat on the ground in despair, leaning her head against the saint's coffin, her eyes lost their minds, and murmured to herself.

"What does the corpse just said that it just now mean?" Wang Zhi looked around in horror.

"It said it would starve us to death here." Fan Xi said as if it had nothing to do with him.

"There is no water here, we will die of thirst before we starve to death." The old poison corrected.

"I shouldn't have been fucked with you from the beginning. If I were still alone, today I would definitely sleep in the dormitory like in previous years, and there would be no danger...

"If you can, I will definitely be sleeping now, and there will be no danger..."

Like many women, He Sirong habitually blames all the unhappiness she encounters on her male companions.

"Instead of waiting to die of thirst and starvation in this dark room, I might as well get rid of it earlier!"

He Sirong suddenly hit the sharp corner of the coffin with her forehead.

"You're crazy!" The old poison rushed forward to block her with quick eyes and hands.

"Get up!" He Sirong struggled hard, and wanted to bump up.

The old poison slapped her.

"It's poisonous, right? All your surnames He like this way of death?" the old poisonous creature roared.

Yuan Yueling was about to appease He Sirong, but suddenly, the coffin made another sound.

Everyone looked at each other and instinctively looked for the guys around.

Then, the stone cover was pushed away from the inside.

Everyone present was shocked, not even a person who dared to show off his temper.

Clang.

The lid of the sarcophagus slid to the side and landed on the ground.

A figure stood up inside.

Some people wanted to attack, but they were afraid that the saint would show their zombie, so they hesitated for a moment.

"Damn, you are all here, why isn't anyone helping?"

A familiar voice, although pretending to be relaxed, could be clearly heard very weak.

Fan Xi shone it with a flashlight and it turned out to be Du Pengfei.

"You are still alive, it's great." Yuan Yueling blurted out.

"..." Du Pengfei didn't say anything, but his teeth trembled to the point of a quartz.

Zhou Song didn't think much, but just took off his coat and handed it to Yuan Yueling: "No?"

“Hmm?”

"Um."

Yuan Yueling took Zhou Song's coat and walked to Du Pengfei and put it on him.

Then, she looked at Zhou Song uneasy again.

Du Pengfei shivered for a while before he spoke.

It turned out that after he was exiled by Asmota, he followed the footprints of everyone coming and returned to the entrance and exit of the sewer.

The sewer is complicated, like a huge maze.

Du Pengfei relied on his memory to explore and finally found it back.

When the church rose up, he was almost dumped.

Fortunately, I grabbed the ladder and survived.

Now, this passage is no longer accessible.

"...You are so lucky." Yuan Yueling said softly.

"I don't think it's luck."

Du Pengfei whispered, but no one cared.

"I thought something was strange for a long time, but I didn't expect it would be such a monster."

After hearing the situation here, Du Pengfei said weakly: "But, this kind of thing cannot have any real divine power in this world.

"Look, isn't it helpless to hide here?"

"But we can't hold on here for long," Zhou Song said in frustration: "Everyone will die."

"What's wrong with you, little brother?" Du Pengfei's voice sounded a little.

"Did you forget that in the two wars many years ago, Saints provided shelter for those who took refuge here.

“This time, it will be no exception.

"I don't think I can come back alive by just luck.

"Everyone should have confidence in the future."

"But the Holy Spirit is already a handful of dead bones, and you see it too." The old poison said in frustration.

"The Holy Spirit has just emitted the holy light, don't you see it?" Fan Xi retorted loudly.

"Tao Kun said there is a barrier here, and no one knows whether it is true.

"The demon looks like he is here to play with people. Maybe he just deliberately did not attack here and waited for us to die of sleep."

"Qin Jiangyao, stop irritating Xiaorong!"

Yuan Yueling, who finally comforted He Sirong, angrily stopped the old poison from spreading negative remarks.

"I still have some biscuits and a box of milk. If you save some food, you can still hold on."

Fan Xi took out a box and a plastic bag from her pocket: "This is what I hid when I started to doubt that fake hope."

Although there was some food, everyone was still not happy at all.

However, no one had the strength to say anything more, so they had to sit silently and think about their thoughts.

I don’t know how long it took, but after a lot of trouble, He Sirong lost her strength and seemed to be asleep.

The little food that Fan Xi kept was placed on a table and no one moved.

It seems that as long as these foods are not reduced, everyone's life will not decrease.

"Mr. Du, why are you kneeling down?" the old poison asked in a panic.

"Pray." Du Pengfei replied softly.

"ha?

"I don't know how the people trapped here survived 100 years ago.

"Why do I feel like I can't live in less than one day?"

"Of course it is with the protection of the uncorrupted saint." In the darkness, Du Pengfei's voice was decisive.

"But that saint cannot make ourselves not corrupt, nor can we not be hungry.

"People will be hungry if they don't eat it. They will die if they starve for a long time. They will rot if they die for a long time. If they are rotten, they will only have a handful of bones left.
To be continued...