Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 259

    Jiang Fang did not give herself too long a break.

    They took the time to return to the church.

    Song Haining wiped Guan Junliang’s sweat with one hand, and held the dagger washed in the holy water of the church with the other hand.

    Ban Hang also firmly grasped the rare exorcism props in their hands, and stood by the two of them, posing an absolute defensive posture.

    Seeing the two people stepping in from the door of the church, Ban Hang and Song Haining’s spirits were relieved, and they all showed a look of help.

    …even if these two were empty-handed and they were fully armed.

    Nan Zhou stepped forward and leaned over to check Guan Junliang’s situation.

    Jiang Fang hid the red scar on his palm that was strangled by the bridge cable, and said calmly, “Banhang, tell me the situation again.”

    Ban Hang sat down on the bench beside him, his arms propped on his long legs, and he stroked his earlobe.

    This is his expression of anxiety, the glaze on the earrings has long been bald by him.

    He and Guan Junliang went to find the missing Hua Xixi.

    Their original intention was to never separate their troops, especially in this foggy day. break.

    Guan Junliang is a well-known old man in their team. He is more worried about the life and death of his teammates than Ban Hang.

    Ban Hang really couldn’t stand such deadness, as if Hua Xixi was really dead, so he racked his brains to ponder the topic to liven up the atmosphere.

    Just halfway through his lame joke, Guan Junliang suddenly stopped and grabbed Ban Hang’s wrist.

    “Ahang, listen to me.” Guan Junliang’s speech was suddenly rapid, “…Did you hear someone calling for help?”

    Ban Hang was infected by his tone and immediately pricked up his ears to listen.

    “Help…life…”

    The very light and thin voice was sent on the mist, and it floated over, making people feel goosebumps.

    “It’s Hua Zi’s voice!” Guan Junliang was refreshed, “On the edge of the cliff!”

    He shouted: “Huazi! Is that you?”

    After the weak voice calling for help, a new message came from afar: “I… help me…”

    Ban Hang didn’t move.

    Dense fog, lost your way, and a strange cry for help from the fog…

    It’s so weird.

    He believed he was a fool.

    But he ignored that Guan Junliang, who was beside him, was really a wonderful person.

    …so good that even if Jiang Fang told them to be careful that Hua Xixi might be possessed by the anonymous “devil”, he was still willing to go for a glimmer of hope beyond the “possible” adventure.

    Guan Junliang saw that Ban Hang was determined and refused to move a step, his heart was swayed, and he broke into the dense fog that filled the sky alone.

    Ban Hang’s footsteps slowed down, but within a few seconds, the man’s figure had been swallowed by the fog.

    Ban Hang broke into a cold sweat: “Hey! Laoguan! Don’t go! Come back!”

    Guan Junliang’s voice came from a dozen meters away: “Follow me!”

    Ban Hang stomped his feet in anger, and could not leave his friends alone, so he had to be courageous, and the blind man followed the voice and broke into the unknown fog ahead.

    Ban Hang is not as good as Guan Junliang in listening to voices end.

    Seeing that they had reached the edge of the cliff, he increasingly suspected that they had encountered a siren trap.

    Just when his heart was restless, he suddenly heard Guan Junliang’s surprise cry 20 meters ahead: “Here! Ah Hang, Hua Zi is here!”

    Ban Hang was stunned and suspected that Guan Junliang was also possessed, so he suddenly stopped and did not move forward.

    There is chaos ahead.

    The sound of rubbing fabrics, faint murmurs, and Guan Junliang’s cries are like scenes that only appear in a nightmare.

    After a while, Guan Junliang’s anxious voice sounded again: “Ahang, come and help, Huazi he-“

    Listening to his pronunciation, he seems to be really trying his best to save his life from the bottomless abyss.

    Ban Hang was hesitant.

    Is it really there?

    Or is this another round?

    Is he going to go back to church, find the boss, or stay here to see what’s going on?

    At this moment of hesitation, in the depths of the fog, Hua Xixi suddenly hoarse her voice and let out a hoarse scream: “Ah—”

    Before the screams resounding through the deep valley, there was a sharp tearing sound of the fabric.

    After the scream, it was the sound of breaking the fog and the falling of the wind.

    No landing sounds.

    The valley is too deep, and the muffled sound of the broken body is not enough to feed back from the depths of the valley.

    After the sound of the fall disappeared a hundred feet away, there was no sound around.

    Ban Hang stayed where he was.

    The temperature of his hands and feet quickly faded, and the blood on his face gradually disappeared.

    …no?

    After a while, his stiff limbs barely regained their mobility.

    He hurried forward.

    Breaking through the clumps of fog and miasma, and after rushing dozens of steps, he stopped.

    He saw Guan Junliang kneeling on the edge of the cliff with a blank expression.

    In his hand is a scrap of cloth, which is being swayed by the returning fog and wind, like a shabby soul-calling streamer.

    …is a fragment of Huasai’s clothes.

    The corners of Ban Hang’s mouth started to shake uncontrollably, and the corners of his eyes were sore and stinging.

    Is it true?

    Hua 偲偲 is also true.

    Not a scam?

    Then, just now, if he is willing to let go of his guard, he is willing to help Guan Junliang…

    He stared at the direction where Hua 偲 偲 fell off the cliff, and seemed to use all his strength to see the final appearance of Tsinghua 偲 偲.

    However, what fell into his eyes was only a pale void.

    “Why…”

    Guan Junliang didn’t look at Ban Hang, but Ban Hang knew that he was talking to himself.

    His tone contained a repressed indifference: “…Ahang, why don’t you come and help me?”

    When the voice fell, he made a gesture to stand up, swayed his body twice, closed his eyes, faced the Wanren cliff, and fell straight forward.

    Ban Hang woke up like a dream, took a step forward, hugged Guan Junliang who fainted, hugged him with trembling arms, and slowly sat down on the edge of the cliff.

    …

    Ban Hang’s description was upside down. After reluctantly restoring the original state of the matter, he hooked his head and took two or three deep breaths in a row, as if he was forced to breathe under the weight of memory.

    He muttered to himself, with unconcealed grief in his voice: “Huazi said before that if he is gone, let me go back and tell his mother that his bank card password is his father’s On his birthday, I promised him that if he didn’t go back alive, he would take all his money…”

    Ban Hang supported his head with his hands and ruffled his hair: “Damn, how can I tell people when I go back?”

    While speaking, Ban Hang’s knee dizzy with two or three dark water stains.

    He raised his elbow and wiped his face hastily, his voice full of self-deprecation and fear: “Fuck… so many people have died, how can I still not accept…”

    In the face of life and death, it is never possible to gently reveal it with a word of “accustomed”.

    What’s more, the current predicament is entirely caused by his “unbelief”.

    If he can let go of his guard, if he can help Guan Junliang, will he be able to live with Hua Si Si, won’t he…

    Nan Zhou sat beside Guan Junliang and reached out to touch his pulse and forehead.

    Guan Junliang’s heart beat extremely fast, his fingers and forehead were abnormally cold, and his face was gray.

    He asked Song Haining: “Why did he faint?”

    Song Haining quickly wiped the corner of her eyes, forcing herself to get out of her depressed mood.

    “Brother Guan’s character is like this…” She understood Nan Zhou’s slight lack of human emotions, and explained to him softly, “Seeing 偲偲 falling off the cliff, or from his hand , he can’t accept…”

    Nan Zhou gave a “hmm” and stopped asking questions. He just sat quietly beside Guan Junliang, wondering what he was thinking.

    The church fell into absolute silence.

    They haven’t had this kind of downsizing for a long time, and they have long been unfamiliar with the pain, so when the pain hits, they can’t resist.

    When Nanzhou briefly informed what happened on the suspension bridge, the atmosphere in the church became more and more gloomy.

    Ban Hang listened to the whole process and said nothing, just kicked a chair next to him, buried his face in his palm, and rubbed it hard.

    The message brought back by Nanzhou only means one thing:

    …Accidents happened on both sides of the strait.

    He just lost a friend because of his suspicions.

    Ban Hang doesn’t want to lose anymore.

    He hoarsely asked Nan Zhou: “We… just look at them like this, can’t we save?”

    Neither Nan Zhou nor Jiang Fang answered him.

    Speaking out, Ban Hang himself felt ridiculous, so he buried his head and said no more.

    Although he is reckless, he is no longer the stunner who just entered the game.

    No one knows what the consequences of breaking the rules will be, whether it will make the opposing teammates even more difficult to understand.

    But if you really do nothing…

    The sound of the falling wind resounded in his ears.

    Song Haining really didn’t want to let such depression spread, so she took the initiative to try to find a topic: “Boss, what are we going to do next? We really have to wait for that demon… one by one We kill? Like killing 偲偲…”

    Jiang Fang took over: “It’s very strange.”

    Song Haining: “Yes, we still don’t know what the devil’s purpose is…”

    Pastor Keith works meticulously, covering up all traces too perfectly.

    Even in the burned paper ashes, Song Haining couldn’t find the slightest clue.

    It is clear that in this dungeon, the plot is simpler than ever, and the core contradictions can be easily grasped by anyone.

    The clues are clear and the plot is clear, but they just have a sense of crampedness with nowhere to start.

    Jiang Fang interrupted Song Haining’s words: “What I said ‘strange’ was why Hua Xixi died now.”

    These words made Ban Hang shiver slightly.

    But after he calmed down, he didn’t feel any dissatisfaction.

    They followed Jiang Fang, not because Jiang Fang always seemed to have a warm smile, but because at any time, he was cold enough to handle all unexpected events.

    And the question he raised is indeed justified.

    Hua Xixi was silently kidnapped for more than ten hours, could he still hang on the edge of the cliff for ten hours?

    They surveyed the terrain on the east coast beforehand.

    It would be absurd within absurdity to say that Hua Xixi hanged there for more than ten hours waiting for someone to come to her rescue.

    Song Haining speculates: “Did the devil do it on purpose… When Brother Guan and Ahang approached, they deliberately put the cover on the edge of the cliff. Brother Guan and Ahang may not go because of doubts, wait for the cover They won’t know until they fall off the cliff from exhaustion…”

    As the speculation deepened, she became more and more worried about Guan Junliang and Ban Hang.

    Both of them witnessed the fall of their friends with their own eyes, and both suffered a huge psychological impact. Will they be locked by the devil as their next target…

    Jiang Fang was noncommittal and turned to Nan Zhou: “What do you think?”

    Nan Zhou put his hand on Guan Junliang’s wrist: “If that’s the case, it’s really boring.”

    Song Haining, who was still deeply worried: “…Ah?”

    He looked at Guan Junliang’s face: “As you said, a normal person would not go to the edge of a cliff to see the situation, let alone go Help, they will only think it’s a trap.”

    Song Haining wanted to refute: “But, Brother Guan’s character…”

    At this point, she choked suddenly.

    The devil…how could they know their character?

    Of course, the devil may be powerful, omniscient and omnipotent, or it may have been summoned by Keith long ago, hidden around them, secretly spied on and observed, and figured out their temperament in the past few days.

    As Nan Zhou said, if the purpose of the devil is just this, it would be too “boring”.

    Song Haining became more and more confused.

    “‘Can’t cross the bridge’…” Nan Zhou repeated the repeatedly mentioned rule, “Will it be related to this matter?”

    From the current situation, whether it is the devil or the game, they are all helping them “cross the bridge”.

    If the devil kills their friends one by one in front of them, it may indeed make them panic and even flee to the West Bank to save their lives.

    There is a cliff on the east bank, and there is no other way down the mountain.

    If they want to stay away from this land dominated by demons, they can only cross the bridge.

    However, what exactly does “crossing the bridge” lead to?

    Compared with the strange power and chaos here, the story and painting style on the west bank can be said to be completely different.

    This side is the demon summoning led by the priest, there is the Frankenstein led by the doctor.

    What will happen if I cross the bridge?

    Nan Zhou couldn’t help but think of the words that the tuxedo deacon blurted out on the bridge.

    “…defilement of God’s gift to the world will inevitably lead to the curse of God”.

    This is the only content associated with “God” on the West Bank side.

    What is “God’s gift to the world”?

    What does “God’s curse” have to do with “devil”?

    Duke Shelley, what do you want to do?

    What broke Nan Zhou’s thoughts was a muffled sound from far away.

    Four pairs of eyes stared at the outside of the church, and even the South Pole star was awakened, crawling out from under the pillow in the bedroom on the second floor, standing by the window sleepily, Look at the flickering lights in the forest on the other side.

    Nan Zhou asked: “What sound?”

    Jiang Fang stood up and his expression became heavier.

    He answered briefly, “The gunshots.”

    As soon as he finished speaking, there was a second shot from the west bank.

    Next, the third and fourth tones.

    “They’re chasing someone.”