In fact, when I first arrived, I thought this woman was a pimp and wanted to let us stay in the hotel.
It wasn't until I walked in that I realized there was something special about this place.
There was a bar at the door. Sitting on the edge of the bar was a muscular man. He might be familiar with the nun. He didn't stop us. He just glanced at me and Qingqing, with a strange smile on his lips.
"Master Hala, Davari."
I said hello to him with a playful smile, which made the boy stunned.
The nun also looked back at me, but said nothing. She led us through a somewhat gloomy corridor and opened the door to the penultimate room on the right.
There is not a guest room inside, but a small terrace with a long staircase.
She turned back and muttered something to us, then turned and walked down.
Qingqing poked at me from the side: "That person just now also had demonic energy on him. Maybe this is really their lair. Why don't we go down there."
"It's okay, your grandma..."
I was about to say that it didn't matter if her grandpa was covering her, but when I rolled my eyes, I noticed that Qingqing was staring at me, so I couldn't continue.
So I changed the way I said it and told her: "It should be no problem. Think about it, if the person named Zhuo was really here, could he put an old man to guard the door? No way!
So I estimate that this place may be a cult den, and maybe it wants to trick us into joining the cult, after all, there are quite a lot of these messy things abroad."
She hesitated: "Anyway, you're right to be careful. It's my first time going abroad. Who knows if there are any weird things out there."
I said yes.
If it was just suspicion just now, then after we walked down the stairs and saw the scene in front of us, I was sure that the cliff here had something to do with a cult.
This hall hidden underground looks exactly like a church, but with a dark Gothic style.
There are dozens of benches in the hall, and there are more than a hundred people sitting on them, most of them are locals, with occasionally a few Asian faces mixed in. They look quite young, they should be domestic students studying abroad.
At the front was a large podium, with a man dressed as a priest standing on it, speaking seriously and seriously. Anyway, I couldn't understand the Russian he spoke, but the people below were all attentive and had pious expressions.
The nun pointed to the chair in the last row, and I pulled Qingqing and sat down calmly.
A strange fragrance floated into the nose, and was dissolved by the ghost car as soon as it penetrated into the blood.
"I finally know... why she is not afraid of us and runs away."
Qingqing closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "This is the smell of the soul-destroying incense. As long as ordinary people are brought here, they will be attracted by the smell of the soul-destroying incense and stay to listen to their preaching.
And you see, that priest also has demonic aura, he must be brainwashing these people and trying to control them to do some ulterior acts."
"This place must be related to the group of people named Zhuo."
I sighed softly: "It would be great if Hu Yishu was here. She can speak Russian. If she can understand what the guy above is talking about, she might not have found any clues."
Qingqing lowered her voice and asked me: "Then what are we doing now?"
I said, what else can we do? I don’t understand anyway. Let’s observe first and see what they want to do by bringing us here. But didn’t you say that the soul-taking incense can control people’s minds? Then let’s talk about it.
It's better to pretend to be pious and don't expose it later.
"All right!"
Qingqing responded, looking attentive, then turned to look at the podium.
I was also looking at the priest, but I was observing my surroundings with my peripheral vision.
This place is actually quite big, covering several hundred square meters, with several pillars supporting the underground structure on the podium and in the corners.
Candlesticks were hung on those pillars, with burning candles on them. There were also several large candlestick stands behind the podium. The figure of the priest bathed in the candlelight looked particularly tall.
But other places were a bit dark, and it was even darker behind the pillars, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
But my intuition told me that besides what was in front of me, there must be something hidden in the darkness.
The two of us just sat here like a thunderous duck, and sat there for almost half an hour. I suppressed a yawn, for fear of being discovered.
Finally, after the priest shouted Amen, all the people in the hall lowered their heads, made the sign of the cross on their chests, and followed the priest in shouting Amen in unison.
"Is this the end?"
Qingqing raised her head and asked me.
I glanced at him and said, "Stop talking and be pious. The fun is yet to come."
Sure enough, these believers had just finished praying. Following the priest's order, two figures wrapped in robes appeared in the darkness behind the podium.
They are dressed exactly like those demon cultivators, but their demonic aura is very weak. It is no exaggeration to say that they cannot defeat me even without borrowing the power of the ghost car.
The two men were pushing a cart with a coffin on it, and with the appearance of the coffin, the entire venue became excited, shouting something fanatically.
The coffin finally stopped in front of the priest. The priest muttered something that sounded like a spell, and then kicked the coffin lid in front of him open.
In an instant, everyone in the venue shut their mouths and stared at the coffin.
The huge church was silent, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
"ah……"
A few seconds later, a woman's lazy yawn came from the coffin.
A slender white hand was placed on the coffin, and the woman slowly straightened up with the help of her arm.
There was a sound of rapid breathing from the side. It was from a few big Slavic men who couldn't help but feel excited. They were staring straight at the woman, as if they could spit out flames from their eyes.
In fact, we can't blame them, because the woman in the coffin has a really good figure.
After all, due to racial advantages, we can't even say that her lordosis and posterior protrusion are protruding, and her butt is sticking out like her pelvis is tilted forward.
What's even more outrageous is that in this cold and dark church, she is wearing an almost transparent tulle. The parts that should be covered are not covered at all, and the places that should be exposed are fully exposed.
The woman stood up lazily and glanced around the venue.
There was a long scar on her chest. It looked quite fresh, but it was sewn together with thread and did not bleed.
"This... is no longer a human being, but a corpse. It is exactly the same as the one I saw at Sister Lin's house that day."
Qingqing's tone was a little horrified, and she turned her head to look at me.
I wasn't too surprised, but I had a question in my mind: "You said, if they brought a female ghoul out, they didn't want her to play multi-player sports with these big men in the field, right?"
"Um?"
Qingqing was stunned for a moment, but after she came to her senses, her eyes gradually turned gloomy: "Shut up and be pious!"