Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 265

    Nanzhou immediately denied: “I don’t worry about letting you go there alone.”

    Jiang Fang: “You go, I’m not worried.”

    Nanzhou embraced the unconscious visitor in silence.

    After some careful thinking, he was sure that he did not understand what Jiang Fang meant.

    He asked seriously: “Is there anything I can’t worry about?”

    Jiang Fang gently patted his face: “Nanzhou, you are not cruel enough.”

    Nan Zhou was a little confused, rubbed habitually along the strength of his stroking, and said at the same time: “I have killed people.”

    Jiang Fang took a step closer to Nanzhou.

    The silver shadow cuts with the sharpness of a blade.

    He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the unconscious visitor in Nan Zhou’s arms, his voice was soft and soft: “…then kill him. Right now.”

    …Visitors can’t speak now, otherwise it must be so ugly.

    Even if Ban Hang, who was dozens of steps away, heard his words, he suddenly froze and got goosebumps.

    Nan Zhou glanced at the incompetent visitor and did not move.

    Jiang Fang’s cuff moved, and a thin, long and thin blade slipped out of his cuff.

    It took less than half a second from the first appearance of the thin blade to the cold light hitting the visitor’s throat.

    Nan Zhou grabbed his throat and stepped back half a step, almost dodging the blade.

    Jiang Fang had obviously expected this blow to fail.

    He took the short knife into a beautiful shape, put it back in the storage slot, and said plainly: “This is my reason.”

    Nanzhou was silent.

    He understood what Jiang Fang meant.

    “I admit, you know **** more than I do.”

    After putting away the blade, Jiang Fang still looked at Nanzhou with those gentle and amiable smiling eyes: “But I know you better. Just like that deacon, I don’t know what happened.”

    In other words, most people in the West Bank are most likely just innocent migrant workers who are loyal to the duke and know nothing about the curse.

    Because the content of the “curse” on the other side is completely unclear, anyone may be the source of infection, and no mercy will be tolerated in the face of any emergencies.

    In extreme moments, they even have to take the initiative to prevent the “curse” from spreading from person to person.

    Nan Zhou really lacked determination in taking the initiative to kill.

    However, Nan Zhou still refused to give up: “I can give it a try.”

    Jiang Fang smiled and asked: “If they don’t kill you, they treat you as a guest from the East Bank and treat you gently and politely, would you be willing to kill them?”

    Nan Zhou replied: “I will knock them out.”

    Jiang Fang: “I will kill you with one blow. If there is one less person over there, there will be less trouble here.”

    Speaking, he gently squeezed Nanzhou’s shoulder with the hand he just swung the knife, the spring breeze turned into the rain, and he was considerate: “Don’t worry about me, I will try my best to reduce the pressure on us.”

    Nan Zhou pursed his lips: “I can’t leave you alone on the West Bank.”

    He could only take Jiang Fang to the west bank, and could not wait for him by the bridge.

    Jun Liang, Hai Ning, Ban Hang, all still need him.

    Bring Jiang Fang to the West Bank means that he must fight alone.

    Listening to what he said, Jiang Fang’s tone suddenly became obviously low: “…Then you can rest assured to leave me alone?”

    Jiang Fang turned his face away and continued in a joking tone: “You should let me get used to the feeling of exploring alone in advance.”

    Nan Zhou blinked, wondering why Jiang Fang brought the topic up again.

    He said, “It’s not the same. At that time, you will not be alone. You will have Banhang, Junliang, and…”

    Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fang walked into the sunlight outside before him.

    He stretched out his hand to Nanzhou: “Let’s go. I can’t get through without you.”

    Nan Zhou lowered his eyes, thought for a few seconds, turned his head and called: “Banhang.”

    Ban Hang followed him with a gun.

    Nan Zhou handed over the unconscious visitor to Ban Hang, and poured him a little of the remaining holy water.

    The man was unresponsive, and the colorless and odorless water flowed down his cheeks and into his collar.

    Ban Hang, who had no idea in his heart, was relieved when he saw this.

    …not hurt by holy water, that is human.

    Being a person, he is not empty.

    Nan Zhou instructed him: “Tie people up, and cover their hands, eyes and mouth.”

    After instructing him, he tapped the unconscious visitor’s neck hard again. After giving Ban Hang a reassurance pill, he stepped out.

    “Watch home. I’ll be back soon.”

    Nanzhou quickly caught up with Jiang Fang, which was heading towards the suspension bridge, and walked side by side with him.

    Nan Zhou said, “I still don’t approve of you going.”

    Jiang Fang kept walking and said with a smile: “Then you can drop me by the bridge and go there alone.”

    Nan Zhou didn’t answer, just took out a short gun and handed it to him.

    Jiang Fang took it and pulled the bolt with a click.

    The gun is an old gun, but it is well maintained and feels good.

    He said: “There should be a habit of practicing shooting on the opposite side, which is worth being careful about.”

    Nanzhou: “Yeah.”

    Jiang Fang skillfully adjusted the sight: “Since there are already firearms such as arquebuses and shotguns, it means that it is at least the 16th to 17th centuries.”

    Nanzhou has not yet built a systematic cognition of the history of the outside world, so he asked seriously: “Duke Shelley is willing to perform specialized brain surgery, is it considered advanced in this era?”

    “Brain surgery has a long history.” Jiang Fang replied, “In prehistoric tribes, in order to ‘exorcise’ the sick, they performed brain drilling operations on living people. Until 19 The century also had lobotomies for mental illnesses…”

    Nan Zhou thoughtfully: “Hmm…”

    “…suspicious, isn’t it?”

    Jiang Fang said: “Through the ages, there have been too many reasons for a craniotomy. Duke Shelley’s reason for doing a craniotomy is already the most legitimate of all the outrageous reasons. Why is it called ‘God’s curse’?”

    However, he just asked a question that puzzled him, not knowing what would happen

    This is also one of the investigations he has to complete when he goes to the east coast.

    Speaking, Jiang Fang put the gun back in the storage slot, pinned the two short knives to the sharkskin scabbard hanging from his waist, and covered them with the thick and dignified robes of the clergy.

    In the long-term live game, the bullets they originally accumulated in the virtual game have long been exhausted. The bullets of this era are also unable to adapt to their existing firearms.

    The movement of the gun is too big, it is not a last resort, there is no need to use it.

    The dagger is the best.

    There are still 100 meters away from the edge of the cliff, Jiang Fang stopped.

    His breathing was reluctantly calm after being suppressed.

    Nan Zhou took the initiative to take a step forward, squatted down in front of him, put one hand on his side, and made a move to him.

    Jiang Fang wrapped his arms around his neck, buried his eyes on his shoulders and neck, and took the initiative to deprive himself of all perception of the outside world: “It’s hard work.”

    When stepping onto the bridge, Nan Zhou did not remind Jiang Fang, worried that he was nervous.

    He tried his best to keep his steps soft and silent. Even if he stepped on the suspension bridge, he tried his best to get out of the feeling of walking on the ground.

    Unfortunately, Jiang Fang’s nerves are too sharp.

    The moment Nanzhou stepped onto the suspension bridge, the hand he held on Nanzhou’s neck began to tremble, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

    Aware of the changes in his body, Nan Zhou deliberately increased his pace, but as soon as he went faster, the suspension bridge began to shake uncontrollably.

    Jiang Fang bit the side of Nan Zhou’s collar and let out an inaudible groan.

    Nanzhou immediately slowed down.

    Jiang Fang’s breathing became much smoother.

    However, the warm air still rubbed the back of his neck in a substantial way.

    The heartbeat with lingering fear pressed against his back, making a thumping sound, which made Nanzhou’s bones hurt.

    Nan Zhou asked softly, “Why are you so afraid?”

    Jiang Fang laughed “ha”, showing a trembling reluctance.

    Nan Zhou: “If you don’t want to say, we can say something else.”

    “I will tell you.” Jiang Fang said, “…In the future, find a good night, and I will tell you exactly.”

    Nan Zhou reminded him: “I’m leaving.”

    Jiang Fang removed a leaf from his hair for him.

    His voice was very low, so low that it was inaudible: “…don’t go, okay?”

    Nanzhou: “Yes.”

    Nan Zhou: “But, you always have to go home in the end.”

    Jiang Fang’s body trembled subtly, and then he laughed sullenly.

    “Yeah, I’m going home.”

    After this conversation, Jiang Fang realized that Nan Zhou was not ignorant of his own ambiguity and worried about gains and losses.

    On the contrary, he understands too well.

    Just because the world between them is too far away.

    In the end, it is very likely that it is not that Nan Zhou will leave Jiang Fang, but Jiang Fang will take all the people Nan Zhou has met these days, leave him, and return to their world.

    One day, Nan Zhou will still be alone.

    Nan Zhou said: “You said, you need to get used to the feeling of exploring alone. In fact, I have to start to get used to it again.”

    Speaking of this, they also reached the other side of the suspension bridge.

    Nan Zhou covered Jiang Fang’s eyes, wrapped his hands around his waist, and put the person down on the west bank.

    He withdrew his hand and returned his light.

    The two looked at each other for a long time, but they were speechless.

    Immediately, they raised their hands almost simultaneously and pushed each other’s shoulders.

    They turned their backs by their strength, and ran towards their own goals.

    No one looked back.

    …

    Jiang Fang went all the way without any obstacle.

    When walking through the forest, the hem of the overly wide divine costume brushed past the bushes, making a rustling sound.

    There were no human voices or animals in the forest, and it was terribly silent.

    Jiang Fang thought of the discovery of Nanzhou again.

    …This copy, from the very beginning, isolates the possibility of creatures crossing the bridge to the greatest extent.

    In other words, when the curse on both sides of the strait is completely formed, any creature crossing the bridge will break the curse barrier on both sides of the strait.

    Finally, the gate of the white castle hidden deep in the jungle appeared in front of Jiang Fang.

    The gate of the castle is made of heavy mahogany, nearly three meters high. There are two giant statues standing beside the gate.

    The strange thing is that this door is hidden, as if there is some secret, and sneaked out through this gap.

    Jiang Fang observed for about ten minutes.

    No one came out of it, and no one came near.

    In the castle with the slightly open door, there is also a strange silence.

    The slightly higher eyebrows blocked the sunlight, making Jiang Fang’s eyes reveal a bottomless cold light.

    He stepped forward, picked up the bronze doorknocker with the statue of the Son, and knocked on the door.

    “Hello.” Jiang Fang raised his voice a little, “Pastor Keith sent us here to visit Mr. Duke.”

    The one who responded to him from behind the door was still silent for a long time.

    Jiang Fang grabbed the knocker, ready to push the door open.

    The next second the door crack opened, a sudden change occurred!

    A man dressed as a cook held a blood-stained kitchen knife and rushed out with a whimper. When he saw Jiang Fang, he felt like a ghost.

    Suddenly, on the tightly sealed robe, the person’s facial features were clearly drawn.

    Jiang Fang grabbed his kitchen knife with his backhand, threw it away, hugged his sturdy waist like a ghost from behind, pressed close to the suffocating man’s ear, and asked softly, “Tell me , what happened here?”

    Jiang Fang sighed.

    It doesn’t make sense.

    Immediately, he decisively covered the person’s mouth, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed the person’s heart twice.

    After making sure that his pain was over quickly, Jiang Fang wiped the hot blood from his cheeks and turned to look at the east bank.

    …Speaking of which, what do you mean by “give me back my body”?

    …

    East Shore.

    Song Haining looked at the half of Guan Junliang’s face that had been burnt by the holy water. down.

    When she finished this little gesture, she looked up and saw Guan Junliang’s eyelids flicker.

    He tried to open his eyes, but was stabbed by the sudden influx of light.

    Even if he closed it in time, a large, round teardrop still slid down the corner of his eye.

    Song Haining quickly pulled the curtains and cheered, “Brother Guan, are you awake?!”

    Guan Junliang half-closed his eyelids and said in a hoarse voice: “I…”

    As soon as he opened his mouth, he pulled at the fresh wound on his cheek, shaking with pain.

    Song Haining hurriedly pressed his shoulder, and calmly said, “Don’t move, don’t move, you have an injury on your face… But it doesn’t matter, it’s all over, it will all be fine.”

    “…Where are Brother Nan and the others?” Guan Junliang’s voice was very low, “I have something…to tell them.”

    “They have to go out for a while. Brother Nan should be back soon.”

    Song Haining patted his arm gently: “You have a good rest first, if you have anything to do, wait until Brother Nan comes back, ah.”

    Guan Junliang propped up his upper body, his arms were still shaking, as if: “I’m going…to find them…”

    Seeing that Song Haining was really anxious, he couldn’t bear it: “If you have something, tell me first.”

    Guan Junliang: “Then get closer…”

    Song Haining followed his words and gently grabbed his hand: “Brother Guan, you said, I-“

    The next second, her eyes suddenly darkened.

    When she regains consciousness, the world will be reversed, and I will be divided into two.

    A burning pain came from her cheeks.

    Then she saw the most terrifying thing in the world.

    She saw that, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at her lying on the bed.

    …even the tenderness in her eyes didn’t have time to dissipate.

    “She” stared at herself with such a half-gentle, half-indifferent look.

    Song Haining wanted to open her mouth, but the slight tremor of her vocal cords caused heart-piercing pain in her limbs.

    “You are…” She questioned intermittently in Guan Junliang’s voice, “You are not…”

    Although the words were difficult, her shock was already beyond words.

    …Who are you?

    …If it was a demon, haven’t you been expelled by us?

    Is the eviction failed? Which part is wrong?

    Thinking of this, a flash of light flashed across her mind.

    No!

    Not so!

    I suddenly switched places with Guan Junliang lying on the bed, it must be because of the power of the devil.

    However, the demon Fraus, who was “expelled” by them, has the ability to restore all precious lost things.

    What makes the exchange possible is…

    Yes…

    She wanted to shout for help, but Guan Junliang’s body was severely damaged by the holy water.

    And, because she was too frightened, she completely lost her voice.

    She used all her strength to warn her companions, but a gust of air pressed against her throat, making it difficult for her to speak a word.

    At this time, “Song Haining” leaned over and gently stroked “Guan Junliang”‘s forehead: “I guessed wrong. It’s Ami, the 58th demon **** among the 72 demon gods of King Solomon. It is a raging flame, possessing… the ability to exchange human vitality with people.”

    “Song Haining” trembled all over.

    But you’re not a FLASH nor an ARMY at all!

    If…if he had the ability to “swap”…

    If the one who fell off the cliff wasn’t “Hua Si Si”…

    If this is the reason why the devil can silently kill “Keith” with a cross under the eyes of Nanzhou, and he must take Hua Sisi…

    The soul that inhabits her body in front of her eyes is…

    Pastor Keith put the back of his finger on the cheek of “Guan Junliang” mercifully, and his father gently stroked it twice: “Rest in peace, child, you will go to heaven, and I will be in **** I bless you and pray for you.”