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Pull up the weeds and wildflowers contaminated by my blood, wrap them in newspapers that tried to bite me, and burn them. Break the twisted skull into pieces and reshape it. Take off the blood-stained coat and put it on your arm until the bones are rebuilt.

After that, just plug the eyeballs back into their original positions, and then regenerate the skin and hair in sequence. Finally, wipe off the flesh and blood on the glasses and the chair on your neck, and apply a little spiritual power to knead these messy things into some high-level charms of perfect quality.

Everything is back to what it was before.

After Russell scolded me, he hung up the phone and didn't reply to me. He always does this, and I understand. After all, he only had so little waking time, and he still had to take the time to make harassing phone calls to me, carve a tombstone, and then put the inscription and the

Filling my mind with gibberish all at once is really draining my soul.

The exchange only lasted two minutes, and no one was passing by. But it was soon going to be one o'clock in the afternoon, and the leisurely lunch break was coming to an end.

I don't have much work planned these two days, so I can fish to my heart's content.

82

"I finally ran out."

Lanrewus used a peaked cap to hold down his hair to block his trademark broad forehead. He lowered his head and squeezed in among the workers coming and going in the East District. He stacked his shoes five centimeters and took off his black round cap.

He wore glasses and completely disguised himself as another person. He also carefully carved two vicious scars on his face and changed his facial structure. In this way, even if someone stood in front of him with a portrait of his wanted poster, he would not be able to

It was immediately discovered that he was the fraudster Lanerwuss who took out 10,000 pounds!

"What on earth are these shady rats from the Aurora Society so crazy about? What kind of charity activities are they actually doing... Haha, deceiving a three-year-old child? Who doesn't know that you are a cult organization that has been famous for hundreds of years?"

He walked back and forth in the crowded area in the East District for a long time, changing his coat, and finally completely shook off the two bodyguards.

I originally thought I could show off my talents in the Aurora Society, but after arriving, I was either assigned to raise funds or played house with a group of brats in the orphanage. Besides, people who believe in the true Creator basically have no money to make.

Those who are either mad or poor, and those who have a little money are all handed over to the church. Rather than being a favored person of God who does not even have personal freedom, it is better to escape early and then find a way to destroy the gift of God!

Fortunately, the two stupid guys were attracted by the gambling game in the tavern today, and he was able to run away quietly... Lanerwus cursed and walked through the dark and narrow alley. At this time, his nose twitched

After a moment, I smelled the strong smell of blood coming from the corner ahead.

Snap, snap.

What was the sound? It sounded like footsteps, something coming from the front. It also sounded like blood falling on the ground, accompanied by a hissing growl.

The huge power gap made Lanervus so frightened that he couldn't move at the moment he realized the opponent's existence. The footsteps came from around the corner, reflecting back and forth on the narrow wall, slowly and heavily, getting closer and closer.

Pat, pat. One step, two steps.

Lanervus hid in a hurry, forgetting to breathe for a while. Then, he saw a tall black shadow appearing in front of him.

The black figure moved forward slowly on all fours, with blood stains on its body as if it had been splashed on it, and its hair was dyed a suspicious dark color. In the dark and narrow alley, its existence was simply a terrifying nightmare. Lanerwusi screen

He tried his best to hide himself in the shadow in the corner - the "devil"! He reacted immediately. He saw the true form of the shadow, which was a huge black dog! Its sharp and sharp teeth were stuck in the gaps between the teeth.

A bone with no clue where it came from!

There is no doubt that it is the real murderer of a series of murder cases during this period, the "demon" of Sequence 6, the "demon" who is about to be promoted!

Damn it, they actually bumped into each other at this time! Large drops of cold sweat rolled down Lanerwus's forehead, and the cheap golden dye used for camouflage in his hair faded slightly. The fraudster at Sequence 8 didn't even dare to breathe, and watched helplessly.

Slowly approaching the demon with pieces of human flesh in its mouth... It's over! The flesh and blood of God on his body did not exert its proper deterrent effect! At this moment, the demon dog suddenly twitched its nose twice and stopped.

Lanerwus heard a confused voice coming from far around the corner:

"Whose aura of great devil comes from in you?"

There is another demon here! Lanerwus almost fainted.

"...That, that is..." He struggled to organize his words, kneeling on the ground in great fear, his forehead almost touching the ground, "The "Angel of the Abyss" of the Aurora Society, he is now in Baekeland

Virtue.”

The man behind the corner was silent. He had been in an aggressive manner and wanted to silence him, but after hearing that title, he immediately restrained his voice. Lanerwus took a breath and keenly noticed that the devil dog also showed a hint of restlessness.

, probably due to the influence of the owner.

"How do you prove what you said? You are a low-sequence person, how do you prove that that person is an angel and not a high-sequence strongman?"

Faced with the aggressive questions from the devil behind the devil dog, Lanerwus breathed a sigh of relief and felt a subtle disdain in his heart. The other party's reaction was like a person who had been deceived by him before being swept away with all his property.

A feeble final confirmation. The person who came just now was evil, and he was scared when he heard that Backlund had a stronger demon. Of course, he knew how to assess the situation, and the two demons in front of him were not easy to mess with, so he searched in his mind

I got some relevant information and answered honestly:

"... He lacks the ability to identify human individuals and cannot remember my name. He keeps calling me "scammer", "facilitator" or a sequence, and basically only identifies me by the marks on my body."

The devil was silent for a long time, and the devil dog became further agitated.

"You are telling the truth. This is consistent with the information I got. Why didn't He kill you?"

"...because I was helping the Aurora Society complete an important task, so He didn't kill me."

At this time, Lanerwus was completely sure that the other party was frightened by him, and he was a little calmer. However, when thinking of that extremely terrifying dream, the scammer couldn't help but tremble all over, immersed in the terrifying memories, and his fingers were unconscious.

He scratched his arm:

"But, He - He gave me a warning. When I was about to escape, He came to my dream and awakened my consciousness. Soon my limbs would regenerate... Hehe, it repeated like this for a long, long time.

, He let me go only after I promised for the umpteenth time that I would never run away again. I opened my eyes and saw the sunshine outside the window, and realized that it was all just a dream."

Lanervus muttered something with his eyes straight, this time his fear was 90% real and 100% acting.

The devil thought that this level of torture could be called gentle, but it was just a mental torture and a slight intimidation. According to the Beria family's hobbies, it should be put into practice. The hands were cut off on the first day, the feet were cut off on the second day, and then according to the

The weight is to cut off one limb every day... Anyway, after the mission of assassinating Duke Negan is over, he will leave Backlund. You can practice it on the servants in the manor to see how long people can survive.

Jason Belial imagined blood, screams, and ordinary people about to turn into pieces of flesh in his mind.

Suddenly, something moved in his mind: Andrelade and North had declined, and the one in his family seemed to be planning a promotion ceremony, and issued a mission to collect angel clues in the Blood Worship Cult and the family. If he could get the "Angel of the Abyss"

”’s accurate whereabouts are passed back...

The bloodthirsty smile widened, and the madness caused by the potion made him forget the warnings of his elders. He stared at Lanerwus as if he were looking at a piece of fat. After a few seconds, Jason

· Beria calmed down and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Someone is approaching here. I have remembered your scent. When I contact you, tell me everything you know. If you have anything to hide, I will let you be me.

food for your dog.”

Lanervus did not dare to disobey. The two demons quickly disappeared from Lanervus' perception.

After a few breaths, he was convinced that the other party was gone, so he slowly stood up, left the dark alley and quickly found a direction to escape.

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Mr. A looked at the person opposite.

Mr. Z also looked at him.

The two Aurora Order envoys looked at each other in silence in the small confinement room. After half an hour, Mr. Z couldn't help but ask: "How did you get in?"

Mr. A's face twisted, and he stopped talking: "...Before asking others, you should first tell the mistakes you made."

"Well, it was my fault that I lost His Excellency the Beloved One. No, now he is a fugitive." Mr. Z, who made a series of mistakes within two months, causing his reputation in the organization to drop significantly, sighed.

, lamenting the bad luck, "The Dark Saint has given me an ultimatum. After I leave, I will continue to be responsible for cooperating with the Pilgrimage Sect. But if I make another mistake in the future, the title of Z will be given to someone else. What about you?"

"...My mistake was." Mr. A closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall in dejection. "The first one was when I assassinated Ambassador Backlund. I completely forgot the saint's teachings to keep a low profile for the time being.

After transforming into a demon, he was controlled by negative emotions. He not only killed the ambassador, but also used his blood to write the words 'Aurora will be responsible' on the wall."

Mr. Z was silent for two seconds: "I understand you, after all, this is how we should behave."

"The second is...ah, the Lord has issued an oracle, asking us to herd lambs on the earth for Him, to cooperate more with the pilgrim sects, and to help our allies is to help ourselves... His Excellency the Saint has also formulated work for this purpose

The examination table selects the best believers every month, and the prize is a charm given by the Lord himself. Z, my compatriot, do you know what this means?!"

"I know!" Mr. Z was a little excited. He found that Mr. A's eyes were burning with fire, "So what does this have to do with you?"

"From the day I was saved by the Lord, I vowed to become the most devout believer of the Lord. With such a thing, how could I not go all out to win the favor of the Lord!" Mr. A made an impassioned speech, then fell back to the corner,

"Then I was so excited that on the first day of the month I got into a fight with other compatriots over the quota, and in the end we were all put in a solitary room."

"I really envy you." Mr. A said, "Although you have made mistakes many times, you are responsible for staff deployment. As long as I can work for 20 days in total, my number one position will be stable. Z, my friend, can we discuss it? I will

Thank you very much."

"no."

Mr. Z was categorical: “I also want the Lord’s divine talisman.”

The atmosphere in the solitary room became solemn. The two devout angels glared at each other, and the boat of friendship capsized silently.

TBC

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Edward: It's not enough to consume labor, you have to stimulate them.

Zhenzao: Well, in order to encourage everyone to actively participate in charity (as free labor) and give me more solid anchors, I decided to select outstanding employees every month and give the first place a charm that I kneaded with my own hands.

When the Aurora Club heard this, it was okay. From Mr. A to Sequence 9, they didn’t even eat or sleep. They just put aside charity work and worked hard to achieve results every day. Richard came back to Backlund to save money.

The light was in the dark, I tripped four times after taking five steps, and the ground was covered with involutions.

Richard: What's going on? Has my foundation been occupied by the Aurora Society?

Richard: That’s it. The Lord is so good. He has found so many kind-hearted workers. Thank you Lord!
Chapter completed!