This kind of pursuit on a rainy night is not an easy task.

Every step I was fighting against the branches, stumbling stones, and drifting debris on the roadside. The originally fresh and beautiful stone road was soaked in rainwater, and it had become obvious loose. The four corners of the bricks and stones were both smooth and floating. Once you were not careful, you would fall into a pool of knee-deep cold water.

I hung from afar behind the black shadow, relying on the footprints he left to distinguish the direction, and did not track it until no one in front of me. I don't want to be shot in front of me when I was rushing to the road.

While waiting in the corner, I also carefully observed this familiar town. At this moment, the usually warm and elegant building has been entangled in shocking darkness. There seems to be a layer of dim moss pattern attached to the wall. As the corner of the wall that has absorbed enough moisture, it climbs all the way to the high place.

I slowly followed the traces and walked deeper into the darkness. The houses on both sides were shady, as if they were a group of dead demons dormant in the shadows. After stopping their breathing in the darkness, they still emitted an unclean smell.

The rain shattered the window lattices and walls, turning into mist-like particles flying all over the sky, floating in the world where you can't see your fingers. The flood above your knees cannot stop their carnival, and even grows the flow of water mist. Only those who walk into it will find that a thick fog that has formed over the entire town, creating a strange tranquility in the hustle and bustle of rain.

In such an environment, no matter how far I go, it feels like I am standing still. For a moment, I even thought that I had lost the other person's traces, and was frustrated and didn't know where to go.

Suddenly, in the thick fog, on a dark rainy night, a strange red light appeared in the distance. The light barely penetrated through the fog, but could not shine on the darkness. Just like a pair of red lantern-like eyes, flashing in the dark, spying and lurking.

For a moment, I felt the darkness around me alive!

There are restless owls hovering on the trees swaying in the wind on both sides, pale ghosts appear in the empty windows of the house, drowning ghosts reflected in the accumulated water flowing beside the road, and the clamor of resentful spirits echoes in the sky covered by lead clouds...

There seems to be an invisible evil power in the red light, which is turning everything I observe into an indescribable blasphemy...

But the familiar decorations and floor tiles on the roadside allowed me to distinguish the approximate location - the location where the black shadow disappeared was the church in the town!

At that moment, I seemed to feel that just one step away in front of me was the junction between life and death, yin and yang. The tall building hidden in the fog brought me an indescribable horror for the first time.

I took a deep breath, dispelled the uneasiness deep in my heart, clenched my fists, looked at the church in the darkness, and slowly approached this strange and familiar building...

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When I arrived, the figure had already passed through the exterior wall of the church and walked deeper along the secret road, and seemed to be not intending to stay here at all.

Before the other party could walk far away, I couldn't follow closely, so I poked my head out, stepped on a stone outside the church, and looked into the church hall.

Blood-red candles burned around the church ground. The green flames not only did not neutralize the weirdness of the red candle, but instead produced silent grimaces.

The originally neat and pleasing stained glass windows in the church have now been destroyed in the storm, and they can be seen everywhere. The originally solemn and sacred painted religious paintings have turned into angels with broken heads, surrounding the sacred sons with broken arms and sermons to a group of broken believers crawling on. All religious figures are surrounded by strange light emitted by red candles. They listen with their ears, and they seem to be able to hear the ancient spells and unknown names they say...

The church was silent, everyone was half kneeling in their seats and praying, muttering something, but their expressions were hidden in the darkness, and they were deeply bowed and could not see clearly...

The long silence of the group lasted as long as my stunned eyes, until a man in a priest's uniform walked onto the pulpit and solemnly looked through a thick book.

"The Holy Spirit gives immortality and gives rise to the sun."

The pastor whispered a prayer, then opened the thick book, turned to the clearly folded chapter, and continued.

"The disasters over the past few days have brought us many misfortunes, and I believe everyone knows them. Heavy rain, famine, landslides, darkness, everything is like the horn before the end of the world."

"But the sea ships that arrived this morning have sent a sign of disaster. On the night of redemption, let us pray for the protection of the Holy Spirit for those who have lost their lives..."

The priest whispered, then walked to the front of an organ and began to play a melodious music. The initial few melodies were just low and short sounds of steam, as if the wounded elk was calling for the help of his companions, lying flat on the pale moonlight wasteland, wailing weakly.

The residents in the field seemed to be infected by music, and their movements that had been around for a long time changed slightly. They gestured with their hands in front of them, and then put them together in a neat and uniform posture.

Gradually, an extraordinary strange sound was mixed in the sound of the organ, like a roar of a beast in the chorus, or a whale reverberation sounded in the tide, continuously and concealedly changing the tone of the music.

The strange voice added the pastor's compassionate prayer, like weeping and complaining.

"May the dead rest in peace, may the living suffer less

Looking into the sky, reaching the heights

Stars hanging in the night sky

The disaster will pass forever."

This short song is like a requiem, calling for the return of life that is dead in vain with the pain of the skin. The pastor played it over and over again, chanting it again and again, singing indescribable secret feelings.

At this time, the dome of the house seemed to have begun to leak, and strange water stains appeared on the floor, which spread from the corners of the wall to all parts of the hall, forming shallow puddles on the originally dry ground.

At this moment, I felt that the strange atmosphere in the church became stronger and stronger. There seemed to be something ominous in the song, floating into the night wind and spreading all over the place. But the song gradually became blurred and the tone became strange. The clear words just now seemed to have another different meaning.

These lyrics are extremely vague, because the sound of playing is getting bigger and bigger. It seems that many unknown existences in the darkness have joined the chorus, using hoarse, broken, rotten, and fragmented vocal cords to praise the people of the world, and mourn for their cruel destiny.

So at that moment, the lyrics I heard appeared in a new interpretation in the cycle...

“They will come back and people will find out

They will face new fears when they come back

They will regret it in their name
Chapter completed!