Following the route I remembered, Flo passed through a warehouse full of miscellaneous items, half-squatted by the door, put down his blue-winged pistol, and opened his half-deflated backpack again with the light cast from the street lights outside.

“1,2,3…10,11…minus this one, there are 10 left.”

He took out a black square and placed it next to him, glanced at the pile of wood and hay behind him, and Flo pursed his lips. This amount was enough, and the rest would be concentrated in the prayer field where the radio tower in the south of the village was located. As long as the radio sounded, everyone in the village would move closer.

Tat~

The sound of some kind of equipment moving came from outside the warehouse, and Flo hurriedly hid behind the door with his backpack.

The simple wooden walls were tied tightly with straw ropes, and there were quite a few gaps in the middle. Flo could see the shadows of two people faintly reflected into the warehouse under the light outside the warehouse.

I looked at my watch and it was almost 10 o'clock. When he was still in the village, this time should be the evening prayer and rest time. There should be no one on the roads in the village, so he could easily touch it. Who would have thought that someone would suddenly appear?

Flo can only pray now that the two of them are not here to check the warehouse, and try to move as carefully as possible to the two more hidden haystacks.

His prayers worked, to be precise, half the effect.

The two of them did not enter the warehouse, but stopped at the door of the warehouse...

"Today is the full moon night, and it is the day when we give ourselves to the Lord and ascend to heaven. Are you ready?"

"Of course, I am extremely looking forward to the arrival of this day. To be able to see the Lord's appearance will be the most glorious moment in my life."

“It’s true.”

......

The conversation outside the warehouse did not last long, so the two of them went in other directions, but Flo in the warehouse had a pale face.

“Dedication Day!”

Flo hit his forehead with annoyance. He considered many situations, but did not consider that the village would dedicate to their so-called Lord on a certain full moon night in a year.

In fact, this cannot be blamed for him. After all, because of his special identity, he has never been asked by cultists to participate in this activity. Moreover, the dedication day is only determined on the full moon night of each month, not on which month it is.

The problem facing Flo now is that he has taken action separately from Mr. Bruce. Without a communicator, he will have to spend a lot of time finding the latter in the village. This also means that he must temporarily put down what he has at hand. If he spends a lot of time but fails to find Mr. Bruce, he will mess up the whole plan by then.

Moreover, Flo believes that even if Mr. Bruce is found, he will not be able to solve the current predicament. On the day of dedication, there will be a large number of cultists in the sacrificial ground outside the village, and even terrifying creatures will appear. He does not think that Mr. Bruce can fight them alone.

Instead of failing completely, it is better to find a way to complete what you can and then consider taking other actions.

......

On the premise of knowing that there are a large number of mutants of spiritual pollution sources hidden in this village, Zhu Jue's actions became more cautious.

Although the speed of progress was much slower, because there were no more accidents along the way, he soon saw the church in the middle of the village.

It is not as luxurious as imagined. In addition to the high tower building at the top of the main entrance, it is also connected to a two-story church main building next to it. It covers an area of ​​about twice the area of ​​the surrounding houses, and is surrounded by a gravel paved road, which is different from the surrounding houses.

Zhu Jue squatted on the roof of the house closest to the church, looking at the clock tower about 5 meters away across the street.

Taking off the shoes and socks, a diamond-shaped sand block formed by gravel appeared in the palm of his palm, and then a sand rope extended downwards. Zhu Jue held the middle section, aimed at the position, and swung the sand rope to swing the diamond-shaped sand block towards the top of the bell tower.

When they approached a certain distance, the diamond-shaped sand block immediately began to transform into a hideous sand snake, actively coiled around the clock tower, and after wrapping it around several circles, opening its mouth wide and gnawing directly at the corner of the clock tower, with its fangs embedded, which helped Zhujue to fix the position.

"Well done well, I won't support you in vain!"

After praising the scavenger, the next thing would be easier. Zhu Jue just jumped forward, and the scavenger who had already fixed the position immediately began to pull and retract in the reverse direction, dragging Zhu Jue towards the position of the bell tower.

"This technique... should tell Flow that my name is Peter Parker."

The barefoot Zhu Jue relied on the spider's ability to crouch against the wall in a posture perpendicular to the tower, looked down at his own state and said to himself.

Retracting his abilities, he planted his body on the top of the church, and finally supported himself with his hands, rolled forward lightly, and went straight to the skylight at the top of the church, and peeking into the situation in the church through the skylight.

I have to say that it is better to come sooner than to come by.

Inside the church

Rows of white candles were placed in circles, and about 9 men in black robes knelt in the middle of the candle circle, constantly chanting some strange spells. Zhu Jue on the roof almost instantly felt the buzzing sound in his mind.

These guys are doing some evil ritual!

"Yeah! Shabu Nicholas! The black goat of the forest that gave birth to millions of descendants!"

When they read a special syllable, the cultists suddenly looked up at the roof of the church and shouted a word in the form of a shout.

Then they began to make noisy, meaningless, yet disgusting shouts, without a fixed tone, but simply shouting freely, as if to imitate some kind of chaotic evil existence.

“It’s really noisy…”

Holding the hilt of the three suns and moons tightly, Zhu Jue was not ready to listen to such crazy howls anymore. He wanted to make all these guys shut up!

However, just as he was about to break the skylight and forcefully switch to a berserker, the noise under the skylight suddenly stopped. He bent down again to check and found that some of the cultists had already stood up and walked to the altar where they had kneeled before.

There was a bamboo basket covered with black cloth, and something seemed to be inside, constantly pushing the cloth covering it.

The man stood in front of the people who were still kneeling on the ground with a bamboo basket the size of an ordinary basin, as if whispering something. Then the others stood up one after another and reached into the bamboo basket.

Zhu Jue clearly seemed to be injured when he saw them pulling their hands out again. Blood kept dripping on the floor, but no one made a sound.

Suddenly, a corner of the black cloth stretched back a distance because of the struggle of the things it covered. Zhu Jue subconsciously approached the skylight.

A dark tentacle!

"Tsk... I met a group of cultists who like to carry lanterns before. This time I met a group of guys who like to worship tentacle monsters."

Zhu Jue temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​killing these people directly. He wanted to figure out what these people were doing in this village.

"The time of dedication has come, and the descendants of the great Lord will be born before us in the following ceremony of the day of dedication!"

It was still the man in black robe holding a bamboo basket. He held the bamboo basket in his hand high. The fanaticism in his words made Zhu Jue realize that the basket was probably not a good thing.

But at this time, compared to the things in the basket, Zhu Jue cared more about the next day of dedication that people mentioned.

These cultists did not continue to stay in the church. They immediately began to move out after completing the ritual just now, as if they were going to go somewhere, and the bamboo basket was also taken away by them.

This time Zhujue did not wait any longer, and used Sha Shuangduo to lift the skylight and jumped into the church directly.

He did not check anything, but rushed towards the church gate at an extremely fast speed as he landed on the ground, opening a gap while deliberately making a sound.

Squeak ~

The sound made when the gate turned was unexpectedly attracted the attention of the people at the end of the team who had just walked out for a few steps.

"Just one... don't be the leader... just treat it as a condition to let you live a few more minutes."

Zhu Jue wants to know what these cultists want to do, the best way is to naturally get into their team directly and eavesdrop on these people's conversations up close, but he cannot replace the leader, because the guy's status is obviously different from the cultists around him and is easily seen through.

It turned out that Zhu Jue was lucky. Although three people found that the church door was opened, they finally came to close the door, and the other two just glanced and turned around and continued to walk forward.

In order not to fall behind, the man almost trotted all the way back. However, when he returned to the door, a dark brown tentacle wrapped around his arm in advance.

Before he could react, dozens of tentacles suddenly rushed out of the crack in the door, and a complete and intimate contact with him from his cuffs and the hem of the black robe was directly in contact with him.

"I heard you like tentacles... are you satisfied?"

Zhu Jue leaned against the church door and looked at the cultist who was dragged into the church by the scavenger, his face hidden in the darkness.

For these guys who don’t treat people as human beings, Zhu Jue naturally cannot treat them as human beings.

“I……Um…”

The cultist, wrapped in sand snakes transformed by the scavenger, pointed at Zhu Jue, wanted to say something but was immediately covered by his mouth. In the end, he could only fall to the side with fear.

In less than ten seconds, the scavenger drove the black robe and put it on Zhu Jue. When the church gate was opened again, he walked out of it and saw a blond middle-aged man with a thin face but a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Zhu Jue trotted and followed the team that had just walked to the corner in front. After getting close, he didn't say much, but just stood at the end of the team and followed closely.

The person in front of him didn't come over to ask him anything, but just glanced at him, confirmed that there was no problem and continued to move forward.

The whole team walked to an open space in the village and stopped. Zhu Jue glanced at the surroundings and found nothing special.
Chapter completed!