Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 266

    Nanzhou stood in front of the black church building with a gloomy expression.

    He grew up in a closed world where death could come at any time.

    The kind of sixth sense that grew up in the barbaric world made him stand ten meters away from the church.

    Just because Jiang Fang was on the west bank behind him, it was difficult for Nan Zhou to judge whether that ominous sixth sense came from in front of him or behind him.

    …Maybe they really missed something important?

    The church like a giant beast quietly hangs a pointed shadow full of oppression on his head.

    Nan Zhou raised his head and looked at the attic window.

    The only place facing the West Bank.

    Pastor Keith locked the only place where he could see the castle, threw away the key, and built himself into the dark study.

    He gave them almost all the things in the church, and by the way, he lived as a lonely city isolated from the world.

    When Keith was trapped, he had just entered the study, and the invisible depression was like a boulder, pressing down on his chest.

    Ban Hang’s generalization is more direct.

    “My dear, is this a room or a coffin?”

    People say that looking at the scenery at work can relax the body and mind.

    But Keith didn’t even leave this pleasant space for himself.

      The world fights.

    What is the reason why he wants to fight alone, even at the expense of excluding his friends?

    Nan Zhou thought that what Keith fought against with all his might was not only the devil, but also his faith.

    There is probably a bridge in Keith’s mind too.

    He can stand on the shore here, and hold fast to his distant and noble god, who will never give a mortal, a believer a glance.

    His lover will die in the name of his friend, and every moment, every moment after that, is brilliant, brilliant and lonely.

    And when he crosses that bridge, he will be in the company of the devil and fall into darkness forever.

    In the end, Keith made a choice, so he had no face to face his gods.

    He summoned demons, causing demons’ spirits to trample sacred territories, and possibly even complete sacrifices with previous cultists.

    The church is now empty.

    Maybe the demons need new offerings, so they will come.

    The ducal castle on the west bank is the only place connected to the town.

    But at that time, the West Bank was peaceful and there was no curse.

    So when these foreigners enter the East Bank through the West Bank and one-way, they did not realize the spread of the curse virus.

    Keith simply taught them how to fill out a journal, how to pray, how to make holy water, and then sealed himself in that silent world, waiting for an opportunity…

    At the same time that Nan Zhou was squinted by the silver plated layer on the cross, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

    The logic advances here, it is indeed impeccable.

    However, Keith refused to engage in theological work and closed himself up. Could it be that there is only one reason for “having no face to face the gods”?

    Just because of guilt…?

    Nan Zhou’s drooping eyelashes cast shadows of different lengths on his face.

     While thinking, Nan Zhou heard footsteps behind him.

    Because it was a familiar footstep, he did not confirm it with his eyes at the first time.

    Then, the sound of pulling the gun bolt ran over Nan Zhou’s nerves crisply, instantly mobilizing every muscle in his body.

    “Raise your hands.”

    It’s Ban Hang’s voice.

    …so nervous that even the vocal cords are tensed,

    Nan Zhou raised his hand obediently, turned around, and faced a dark muzzle pointing at his forehead.

    There was a **** cut on Ban Hang’s chin, and the bones came out from the flesh and blood.

    A few inches lower, and his windpipe will probably come out like this.

    Nan Zhou asked calmly, “Are you okay?”

    Ban Hang’s face was ashen, and his hand that could hold the gun was unusually steady.

    Because the laceration on the chin was too severe, it was difficult for Ban Hang to open his mouth, so the tone of his speech was significantly different from before.

    He bit out every word alive: “Don’t move. The distance between us is enough for me to kill you with a gun. Even if you use Brother Nan’s body, I am sure I killed you when you were near me. . . . If you don’t believe me, just try.”

    Nan Zhou sighed: “Don’t worry, I won’t try. What happened?”

    Not to mention, Nan Zhou believes that he has the ability to hurt himself.

    Although Ban Hang usually smiles, he is extraordinarily talented in playing guns. His accuracy and speed are not comparable to ordinary people.

    Faced with Nan Zhou, who has a good attitude, Ban Hang’s wariness is unusually strong: “Tell me, when did we meet?”

    Nan Zhou asked: “You said, when did we meet?!”

    Ban Hang took a step back, and his hot fingertips controlled the depression of the trigger to a delicate critical point: “Now I’m asking you!”

    Nan Zhou did not intend to argue with him: “In “Eternal Day”. You found me first.”

    Ban Hang: “What does the boss like to do for you the most?”

    Nanzhou: “Dessert.”

    Ban Hang: “What’s your biggest weakness?”

    Nanzhou: “Full moon.”

    Ban Hang’s attitude softened when he asked the second question, his face gradually improved, and after getting the answer to the last question, he fell down on the ground with a sigh Putting it on his side, he took a deep breath.

    “Fortunately…” He murmured incoherently, “Fortunately you are still…”

    Nan Zhou walked up to him and squatted down: “What happened?”

    Ban Hang’s slack eyes suddenly tightened, and he grabbed Nan Zhou’s hand.

    “I just settled the person from the West Bank and just returned to the room, Hai Ning… She attacked me suddenly, I almost, almost…”

    He trembled all over: “No success… No success… That demon has begun to randomly possess itself again!”

    “We failed…” He looked straight at Nanzhou, crying, “…What should the boss do? He went to the west alone—”

    This question caused a subtle tingling in Nan Zhou’s heart.

    But his response was still accurate and flat: “Don’t look down on your boss.”

    He asked again, “Where is Haining?”

    …Everyone is there.

    Song Haining held her head, covered in blood, and walked out of the church staggeringly.

    Seeing Song Haining, Ban Hang suffocated, and in a panic, he grabbed the gun in his hand again, took a few steps back, and aimed at Song Haining.

    When she saw the two people in front of her, she suddenly screamed: “Leave him! Brother Nan! He is Keith! Stay away from him!”

    Nanzhou was confused.

    He stood between the two, digesting the amount of information that could be called an explosion in this moment.

    …Keith?

    Amid this cloud of suspicion, Nan Zhou’s thoughts moved, he raised his head again, and looked at the silver-lit, judgment-like cross that stood on the highest point on the entire east coast.

    His eyes moved, and he finally realized where that ominous sixth sense came from.

    Not on the east coast, nor on the west coast.

    Neither between the two who are fighting each other.

    The question is, why hasn’t the shadow of the cross moved for so long?

    Why is it still as long as the shadow… when he sent Jiang Fang out of the church?

    …

    Jiang Fang stepped over the body of the man who was still twitching on the mica floor, pulled out the **** dagger from his body, and wiped it off with the curtain on the side.

    The man couldn’t rest his eyes, and in five seconds, he was cut by a short dagger in twelve evenly deep wounds.

    The most deadly place is the throat.

    The man also had a slight burn wound on his eye.

    After realizing the amount of information behind the sentence “Give me back my body”, Jiang Fang mixed the remaining holy water with water and conducted a simple test .

    Experiments have shown that the madness in the castle on the west bank is really mixed with the demon curse on the east bank.

    From this, Jiang Fang knew that they had not succeeded in dispelling the demons.

    The devil still exists in some form on the Holy Land on the east coast, and has been broken by the visitor, allowing the curse on the east and west sides to connect.

    It’s just that Jiang Fang has no plans to look back.

    This is the end of the matter, and there is no turning back.

    The long suspension bridge was enough to kill him.

    Just as Nan Zhou was worried, the prophecy was true, Jiang Fang was alone and was trapped on the east bank like this lunatic asylum.

    It is better to move forward instead of thinking about retreating.

    Just make sure that the last one to fall is not yourself, right?

    The castle is indeed huge.

    The owner of the castle has good taste. There is a special painting room and handicraft workshop on the first floor. From the perspective of various utensils, Mr. Duke is very fond of making metal ornaments.

    In the main hall, there is a metal pterosaur about the size of a person, ready to fly.

    The base below is engraved with the name of its creator.

    Shelley, a name as romantic as a poet.

    There are a lot of people walking around in the castle, and the rooms are not as mysterious as the East Bank Church, I can’t wait to lock every door.

    It stands to reason that the investigation of the East Coast teammates will not be completely locked and difficult to advance like them.

    Unfortunately, their roles are servants, and they have to serve a sick duke. They are busy every day, which greatly dilutes their time to investigate the available information.

    They won’t have outstanding individual abilities like Ban Hang, nor will they be as emotional as him, but they really lack a backbone who can command and order.

    So, the last few days, they have been so slow that they missed the most valuable information.

    For example, the Duke’s diary.

    Jiang Fang smashed the only locked drawer in the upper left corner of the study desk with his bare hands, picked up the luxurious gilt diary with his blood-stained hands, and did not leave it for himself In time, he went straight out.

    Jiang Fang walked through the silent castle, and his unsmiling face was reflected on the bright floor.

    There is no audience, and there is no need for him to pretend.

    He opened the diary with his blood-stained fingertips while looking for the team members and avoiding the lunatic who would come out from nowhere.

    The first sentence of the title page is, I would like to be in love with you for any period of time. But, but, not now.

     When reading this sentence, Jiang Fang was walking up the stairs.

    He stopped as he stepped up the steps with his right foot.

    …”time”?