The strange rituals in the church continued, as if the tsunami that almost destroyed the islands outside had never happened. The huge mudslide was like a scar across the town, leaving behind the pain and fear that residents dared not face.

I can already confirm that there is a force on the island trying to expel me, trying every means to eliminate me here, but the "final disaster" atmosphere in my body is probably as Dad Hook said, making it extremely afraid that it would face it directly.

The level of existence must be much higher than mine, but for some reason it cannot come directly here. Just like humans cannot enter an egg, they can use shaking, upside down, and soaking to deal with the people in the egg.

Judging from the fact that I just cut myself, the impact of frenzy is only on the spiritual level. The meme seal of "final disaster" can withstand the harm to the body. Therefore, as long as my spirit is tenacious enough, there is no need to worry about these things.

But the strange situation in the town made me a little worried, so I decided to continue to approach the church and look for clues to the problem. With the colonists' system being restricted and meme contacts were disconnected, all I could rely on was this brain.

As I walked quietly to the church, I bypassed the front row where the crowds gathered, lurked directly from the other direction to the back house, and quietly fumbled along the corner of the wall.

In front of a window, I seemed to hear a conversation between two people.

"The resurrection of the dead? This is impossible... except for the supreme master, there is no such miracle as this..."

A voice sounded in the room, which sounded like the pastor who preached and played in the church just now. But at close range, although the pastor's voice was clear and powerful, it revealed some fatigue of the vocal cords and the shortcomings of insufficient breath because of his age. It seems that the pastor is far older than the sound, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be Father Carter.

Then another voice sounded, "This is what I saw with my own eyes... I came alive for no reason..."

This voice is much more familiar, because I had had close contact with him a few hours ago. Mr. Rod's voice was very calm, but his tone was ambiguous.

"You know, we all confirmed that he was dead...and he had to die...Dart would also..."

The pastor's words were a little more clear, and he did not hide his purpose of wanting me to die at all, and it also made it clear that the disappearance of Boss Dart had a clear relationship with them.

Rhode asked, "Never mind, Father... How is the situation in the town now... Is the plan going well?"

The priest's voice also sounded faintly: "Everything goes as planned... When the strange night rises, the strange moon lingers at the zenith, we can achieve our goal..."

Rhode said dissatisfiedly: "No, you are cheating on me. The key to unlocking all this has not been found, and all you have done is useless. Unless you can do it as you said...but he appears again, isn't he?"

The priest whispered: "It will naturally disappear again when it appears again. Everything is getting worse. If I don't maintain the status quo as planned, the uncontrollable trend will become more and more serious..."

Rhode asked, "Then I'll ask you another question...What exactly are you hiding in the forbidden area behind the church?"

The priest said vaguely: "Don't you know the things in there?"

Rhodes' words implicitly questioned: "No, you know I'm not referring to those... I haven't seen Thomas in these days..."

The priest asked in panic, "Are you suspicious of me?! How can you suspicious of me... You should know me the most!"

Rhode said disdainfully: "It is me who knows you that I ask you what happened... All the people in the town gathered in the church, but you never told me the story inside. Since Captain Unknown's letters were kept by you, our communication has become increasingly rare..."

The quarrel in the room continued, and both sides seemed to have some trust crises for each other, but I could also hear that the two people in the room were advancing and retreating to a certain extent, and they conspired to cooperate with a cause.

The "resurrection from the dead" they mentioned undoubtedly refers to me. As a person who suddenly jumped out of the murder of mudslides, it must have had a serious impact on their plans, so they risked the rainy night to negotiate and maintain this fragile and short-lived alliance.

The man who called himself "Rod" said that the mayor Thomas was missing and suspected that his disappearance was related to the church. Then my breakthrough point could naturally be placed in the church, and I took the opportunity to find the hidden Thomas here. If I could find this key figure, it seemed that I could also get key clues and uncover my inner doubts.

I quietly left the window and walked behind the church.

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Behind the church is a dense forest, shaking and shaking in the storm. But among the dense forests, I found an abandoned ancient church.

This long-deserted church has already appeared extremely dilapidated. Some originally tall stone arches have collapsed, and several exquisite spire decorations have also fallen down, almost buried in the unobtrusive brown weeds.

Most of the Gothic windows blackened by smoke were still intact, but many stone frames were gone. The window glasses painted with obscure patterns were preserved quite well. At the top of the guard wall, a circle of rusty iron fences completely surrounded the entire area, while the gates of the fence were locked tightly.

The aura of desolation and decay covered the building like a coffin. In the shade cast by the high black walls covered with ivy and the eaves without birds, I vaguely felt a hint of evil that he could not explain.

As I approached, in the uninhabited ruined building, on the window with strange colors, I saw what was depicted. It was a row of things in long robes, hoods, and hats, and they were standing in a strange queue, standing with their backs to me. In the scene, the huge monolithic stones that reached the sky stood in the vast desert.

I looked at this overly realistic picture and tried to see the scene inside the room through the window. But I found that I was wrong. The long and thin ghost shadows that were almost as tall as the trees in the forest suddenly turned around, revealing a row of memory faces that had neither clear facial features nor all the characteristics of the head, and looked at me...

Only then did I realize that there was only a wilderness in this colorful window decoration painting.

And the thin ghost is only separated from me...
Chapter completed!