Letting Hannibal fall asleep in his backpack, Xiao Yan ran lightly from several rooftops in succession, and the sound of treading water was faintly heard under his feet. Although the rain outside did not continue to get heavier, it showed no signs of abating, and in such a sluggish rain, those street lamps and jǐng cars became a little foggy.

The pain in the lower back is getting worse and worse, and even if it is a soft tissue sprain, it is necessary to have a certain amount of rest, otherwise the injury will be further aggravated. The pain on Xiao Yan's body is far more serious than a soft tissue sprain, and he should rest for a longer time. But now there is no possibility of Xiao Yan stopping, the situation at the monastery may be worse than he thought, and he must try to stop this from happening before everything gets worse.

A few minutes later, Xiao Yan quietly jumped to the ground, and in front of him, it was the strange church. From the current point of view, this is a T-junction, but Xiao Yan has just seen from other angles, the two roads that separate from the front of the church have reunited after bypassing a huge circle. The towering spire of the church, together with all the walls below, is like a huge barrier, firmly embedded in the city, and if viewed from above, the church looks like a huge island, waiting for the brightly lit shijie around it.

Xiao Yan let out a long breath, took out Glock from his cloak, and loaded the magazine a little awkwardly. He decided that if he returned to the space of the Shijie Tree this time, he would definitely raise his firearm mastery talent to the intermediate level. Otherwise, in such a realistic shijie battle, his combat strength will be greatly reduced.

The rain fell on his hood with a rustling sound, and beyond this sound, there was silence between heaven and earth. However, Xiao Yan could vaguely hear it, as if a painful howl was coming from the church in front of him. Not only him, but even Hannibal, who had been sleeping in his backpack, suddenly opened his eyes, poked his head out of his backpack, and whined at the church.

Xiao Yan gently patted Hannibal's head, signaling him to calm down, and then walked to the street. Looking left and right, the lights of the jǐng car a few hundred meters away were still flickering, but now they were much thinner, and it looked like a depression. After waiting for a while, and making sure that there was no interest in this church, Xiao Yan quickly walked through the street and walked to the church gate.

The rain washed the flower beds and lawns on both sides of the church gate, and a fresh smell of earth was being released here, while Hannibal was already arching his leather bag. Apparently there were some more pungent smells in this church for Hannibal that made him uncomfortable. Xiao Yan took Hannibal out of his purse, placed it on the ground, and then reached out and tried to push the church door.

To his surprise, the inside of the seemingly closed door was not closed, and as Xiao Yan pushed, the door made a dull turning sound, and the dim light inside quickly poured out. Xiao Yan had no way to retreat at this time, the sound from the door had already revealed his existence, and he was afraid to move his head, holding the staff that was already completely full of skills in his hand, Xiao Yan suddenly rushed into this church.

At his feet, Hannibal followed closely, and as he entered the church, the little dog cautiously looked in other directions. It was no longer as restless as it had been when it faced demons, and after discovering that there was nothing particularly dangerous in the prayer hall, Hannibal obediently moved under the tall bench chairs. Here, most of the vision will be obstructed, making for an already inconspicuous puppy that is even more neglected.

The prayer hall is empty, and the semi-domed stained-glass windows are inlaid with beautiful images. If it were daytime and the bright sunlight would cast down, the sights on these glass windows would emerge on the ground. Walking in such a scene is like walking above the clouds, watching the legends in the scriptures play out around you.

However, there are only raindrops in the sky now, and these raindrops keep dripping on the glass windows, making a ticking sound, and then turning into water marks left on the glass windows. At first glance, it looks like the church's tears in the wind and rain. In addition to these closed glass windows, on the ground walls, every other huge square stone column, there was also a huge openwork glass window, which was now all open, and the raindrops outside mixed with the breeze constantly swept into the hall, blowing the white curtains behind the windows and swaying.

The hall was empty, and the dim light that Xiao Yan saw came from the night light at the foot of the doorway, and other than that, the light from the entire hall came from directly ahead. On the huge background wall, the statue nailed to the cross looked at Xiao Yan expressionlessly, and the two dancing candles made the statue's body constantly change in light and dark. Occasionally, winds blew through the clergy entrances and exits behind the underside of the cross, and these faint winds passed through the prayer hall, being obscured by objects and changes in air temperature, creating different diverts and emitting a long, low sound similar to that of an organ. It sounded like someone was playing some beautiful music somewhere in a corner of the church, but it was so far away that only staccato music could be heard in the prayer hall.

The whole hall started from the place of the cross and gradually darkened towards the surroundings, and the gate where Xiao Yan was located would be in absolute darkness if it were not for the night light at his feet.

Such a scene, if you add a flock of cooing pigeons, Xiao Yan will definitely think that he has come to a movie shooting site. Holding Glock in his left hand and his staff in his right hand, he cautiously walked along the main road of the church.

The wooden floor beneath his feet began to creak, and it seemed that all the water stains had accumulated under the floor, so that the floors were rotting after an unknown number of years. Xiao Yan cautiously perceived everything in front of him, and in his field of vision, there were tightly closed, glowing red doors everywhere. Even those windows that kept drifting in a little rain were also marked by red lights, as if going out of these windows would be like a very terrible opponent outside.

Passing by the benches where the nuns were sitting and praying just now, Xiao Yan subconsciously turned his head to take a look. There was still some distance from the candlelight in front of him, but Xiao Yan could clearly see that there seemed to be a layer of water on the ground in front of the bench that had not dried up. It's just that this layer of water light looks more viscous, and in the water light, there seems to be a limb similar to an arm.

Hannibal walked past the water, deliberately walked around, and after turning his head to look at Xiao Yan, the puppy once again disappeared into the darkness under the bench.

The nuns weren't praying at all, they were eating human limbs, and the water on the ground was actually human blood. Xiao Yan's mind suddenly came to such an inference, and the threatening roar that Hannibal let out in this hall just now probably also came from a keen perception of the smell of blood.

It shouldn't be an ordinary person, Xiao Yan withdrew his gaze from the mutilated arm, and looked at the cross in front of him again, judging so in his heart. It may have been the body of a trialist, and those nuns used their status to make the trialist relax, and then in the process of intercourse, they suddenly struck and killed the trialist who coveted a woman's body. As for whether the nun will be able to kill a trialist, just think about the fact that the nun on the motorcycle just now is still not dead under the bombardment of the eye of the storm, and you can know that they are no longer ordinary people. Caught off guard, killing a trialist wasn't a problem for them.

This was also the purpose of the nun who took the initiative to block Xiao Yan's way just now, they needed more trialist corpses. When Xiao Yan left without hesitation, these nuns thought that Xiao Yan had seen through their actions, so they immediately chased them out, wanting to intercept Xiao Yan on the road. In the end, they were all killed by the joint attack of Xiao Yan and Hannibal.

However, these are only some of the nuns, and Xiao Yan believes that there may be more nuns or priests in this church. If these ostensibly nuns are equivalent to those women in the outer courtyard, then there must still be a certain number of male xìng in this church. Think about it, the contrast between the back of such a "holy" church being used as a place for the trialists to vent their hopes is really laughable.

The wooden floor beneath his feet creaked louder, and it sounded like there was water all underneath the wooden floor, and although it was rainy in Athens, the church would not be built on a spring. However, Xiao Yan had already guessed from the blood of the trialists just now that what was under the wooden floor should not be some stagnant water, but a pool of trialists' blood.

At that moment, the door of the hall merged without any interference, and then the flames of the two candles that were jumping in the wind were suddenly extinguished. Xiao Yan converted into infrared vision at the same time, followed by his body, and rushed towards the front at high speed. The situation must have changed before, and Xiao Yan must figure out what happened and resolve it as soon as possible before the situation deteriorates beyond control.

A fist suddenly stabbed out of the darkness, carrying a terrifying metal ring on the fist, the ring was facing Xiao Yan's side, and the sharp four steel thorns faintly emitted a terrifying light even in the darkness.

Xiao Yan didn't think about it, raised his left hand and fired in the direction of the fist. Then, the fist, along with its owner, flew up under the impact of the pistol bullet and crashed far into the darkness with a screeching sound. (To be continued.) )