Chapter 49 Who is the mole?

Chapter 49 Who is the mole?

Chapter 49 Who is the mole?

Su Ming walked in the town of nightmare, walking in the light red mist.

The black stripe between his brows opened slightly, emitting a black mist that enveloped him.

Several black figures were walking towards them, and Su Ming passed them by.

A rotten smell first entered his nostrils.

It was not until they were very close that he could see the appearance of these shadows clearly.

Their clothes had long been tattered, their flesh had partially rotted and fallen off, and their loose skin hung on their skeletons, like skeletons covered with human skin.

They did not attack Su Ming, as if they regarded him as a local monster like themselves, rather than an outsider.

The black mist of the Nightmare Pearl can provide him with a layer of camouflage.

This was also the reason why Su Ming dared to leave the hotel and take action outside.

If not, he would be dead if he dared to leave the hotel.

Even with a pistol in hand, you can only kill a few monsters at most.

There are so many monsters in this nightmare town that they are too numerous to count.

Not to mention a pistol, even a submachine gun can't handle it.

He walked quickly in the fog, going through the streets and alleys, and perfectly missed several tall monsters.

Finally, we arrived in front of a small black temple with a pointed roof.

This small temple is a building that does not exist in the town. The fog around it is thicker than other places, to the point where you can't see your hand in front of you. The area of ​​the small temple is only a few square meters, which is about the size of a toilet. There is only an altar inside, on which is enshrined a shriveled black left hand, which is constantly emitting fog.

Su Ming came to the small temple and placed a black life bead on the altar.

click-

The life bead shattered.

He put another one on, and the life bead shattered again.

This happened five times in a row, and the fifth life bead finally stopped breaking.

He reached out and took away the shriveled left hand, leaving the life bead on the altar.

[Shriveled Left Hand (plot item, cannot be taken out of the dungeon): used as a sacrifice to the evil god, it is a key item to maintain a certain ritual in the black town, and can give the cultists powerful power. ]

These life beads were obtained when he killed the cultists.

If you want to take away the offerings in the temple, you must use the cultist's life as the price, and the life bead is the substitute for the cultist's life.

If a life bead is broken here, it is equivalent to a cultist sacrificing his life.

Therefore, the identity of the murderer is really suitable for solving the incidents in the black town.

His ability to kill people to obtain the Life Pearl is really useful.

There are several such altars in the nightmare town.

What he had to do now was to take away all the offerings on the altar.

……

……

In front of another small pointed-roof temple.

The bishop walked out of the small temple, inhaling the surrounding mist with an intoxicated look on his face.

Then he turned around and worshiped at the altar in the small temple.

Offering on the altar is a heart full of flesh and blood, extremely alive.

"Praise my God, thank my God for giving me strength!"

The words fell.

A red light surged out from the heart, enveloping the bishop.

His body expanded rapidly, soaring from his normal height to two meters and five, and his muscles became full, even, and full of evil beauty. Finally, a pair of red horns broke through the skin and emerged from his forehead.

He clenched his fists and laughed wildly towards the sky: "Hahaha! This is the invincible power!!"

"What kind of person is this? In front of this power, he is nothing but an ant!!"

He had a premonition that the murderer would appear in his dream tonight.

Anyone who dares to kill the nightmare will never stop there.

He will definitely come back!

The bishop waved his hand toward the small temple and said, "Come back, devout believers." "Let's kill the murderer here!"

Soon, the paper craftsman walked out of the small pointed-roof temple.

Behind him, there were several tall paper figures following.

After coming in, he also worshiped the heart in the small pointed-roof temple.

Soon, his body became tall and straight, but not as tall as the bishop, only about two meters and three meters tall, and he had only one horn on his head.

Seeing that no more cultists came out, the bishop realized that something was wrong: "Why, only you?"

"What about the others? Where did they go?"

Papermaker: "How do I know where the waste goes?"

"What a bunch of idiots! Could they all be killed by that murderer?"

Bishop: "Impossible!! Absolutely impossible!!"

"There are so many cultists in this town, how could he possibly kill them all?"

The papermaker was too lazy to talk to the bishop.

If we were to say who among the cultists is most dissatisfied with the bishop, it would definitely be him.

He is obviously the best cultist, so why isn't the position of bishop his?
In his opinion, besides the other cultists who were useless, this bishop was also a big useless person, he just had better luck.

The bishop pondered for a moment, looked at the paper craftsman, and said quietly, "Could it be that someone among us leaked the information to that murderer?"

"Only in this way can he kill all the other cultists. Do you think this is the only possibility?"

The papermaker understood what the bishop meant: "Are you doubting me?"

Bishop: "There are no other cultists alive except you and me. I can't be the traitor, so the only possibility is you."

The paper craftsman was so angry that he laughed: "Ha, hahaha! Is there something wrong with your brain?"

"Couldn't it be that the other cultists betrayed and told the murderer about it, then pretended to be dead and didn't come here? If it was me, why would I come here? Why don't I just pretend to be dead too?"

The bishop thought about it and felt that what the papermaker said made sense.

But soon, he thought of another possibility.

The bishop's eyes became sharp, staring at the paper craftsman. "Could it be that you want that murderer to join forces and kill me together? In fact, you have been dissatisfied with me for a long time and want to become the bishop yourself, right?"

Papermaker: “…”

Although he really wanted the bishop to die quickly and vacate his position, he really didn't want to be a traitor, nor did he collude with the murderer!

The papermaker was too lazy to explain: "I really didn't do this, believe it or not."

"Do you want to fight with me and kill me first?"

"I'm afraid you can't do it!"

The bishop shook his head: "That's not true. After all, the murderer is still here. If we fight, he will benefit."

"Let's split up. If you want to prove that you are not colluding with the murderer, go and bring me his head."

"Don't even mention that after being strengthened in this nightmare, you are still no match for him."

Papermaker: "You don't have to tell me, I will kill him too!!"

Boom——

The small temple is shaking.

The bishop’s face changed drastically: “Someone is destroying the offerings of other temples!!”

The paper craftsman's face also changed drastically: "Damn it! How could he destroy the offering?"

Bishop: "You still say you are not a traitor? You were the one who revealed to him the method of destroying the sacrifice, right?"

Papermaker: "Damn it!! I don't even know how to destroy the offering."

"Aren't you the only one among us who knows how to destroy the sacrifice?"

The look in his eyes when he looked at the bishop was also full of vigilance.

Paper Craftsman: "The guy who colluded with the murderer, could it be you?"

"You colluded with the murderer and killed all other believers."

"Now you want to destroy the altar and kill me here?"

(End of this chapter)