Evening Bell Church

Looking at the young man's leaving figure, Su Ge felt a little cautious. He turned around and asked, "Do you know him?"

Myra shook her head: "I don't know."

Su Ge did not continue to delve into this topic, but instead asked: "Have you had any weird dreams recently? Or have you felt any weird and huge pressure?"

Myra shook her head: "There is no special reaction. As long as I am still in this clinic, I can continue to live like this safely."

Su Ge looked around this seemingly ordinary clinic and suddenly asked: "Do you know what it feels like to be a god?"

Myra was stunned when she heard this expression, and shook her head silently.

"Omnipotent, omniscient. Nothing in the world is important anymore." Su Gemo said ambiguously.

Myra looked into Su Ge's dark and deep eyes: "Gods are too heavy for us, and that kind of existence itself should not interact with humans."

"But after the intersection occurs, the cause and effect cannot be escaped." With that, Su Ge turned around and prepared to leave.

Myra didn't say much or stop her. She seemed to instinctively avoid having too much contact with Su Ge.

"Oh, by the way, have you ever heard of such a passage?" Su Ge suddenly said.

"In front of the dim bonfire, the young scholars sat aside holding their tired bodies. The old scholars who had already arrived put aside their thoughts and talked and laughed with each other about their past bravery. Either suddenly realized, or after smiling, The young scholar got up and left, looking for his own hope and light in a world of despair and darkness."

Myra frowned and fell into deep thought without speaking.

Su Ge tilted his head slightly, looked at Myra and said, "This has nothing to do with life or death, it only relates to your original will and commitment."

Suddenly, Myra raised her head and looked at Su Ge with a pair of green eyes with a special look.

"Remember the original intention and you will always succeed."

After saying that, Su Ge had closed the door and left the clinic.

Myra slowly sat on the chair, holding the handle of the mop and slowly tightening it.

After a moment of silence, she followed the stairs back to the study on the back of the second floor.

In the secret compartment of the study room filled with books, she took out a large, heavy book.

This book seems to be some kind of classic, huge and heavy.

The outer covers are made of special metal with awkward and difficult-to-understand text tattooed on them.

There is a scene that can be vaguely seen behind the text.

The scene is a city full of Gothic-style buildings and tombs.

Above the city, there are three bright moons.

Slowly opening the book, bursts of indescribable power surged around as the title page was opened.

However, what is surprising is that there is no text on the pages inside this huge book, and it is as empty as a new book.

Myra bit her finger and dripped her blood on it.

As the blood was absorbed, the huge book squirmed as if alive, and then countless blood-red scenery and words emerged on the pages.

Normal people are completely unable to understand those scenery and words, but Myra was deeply attracted by them.

"Man under the moonlight, what kind of story can you leave in this blood-stained book? The ancient power has been flowing in the blood for countless years. Which character are you among them?"

As she spoke, she turned over the first page and looked at the contents.

In this page is a tall figure wearing a black robe, holding a broken sword, and wearing a skeletal mask. He stood in a pool of bones and blood, surrounded by deep fog.

It could be seen that he was covered in scars and even his body could not stand. However, his body was still as straight as a javelin, and he looked up at the three moons in the sky, carrying a sense of defiance and unyielding that struck the depths of one's soul.

"Is it the rebellious hero in the blurry picture who is holding a big sword and spilling blood on the earth?"

After saying that, she turned another page.

On this page is a petite woman. She stands on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The scales on her body are broken. One hand holds a sword, the other holds a gun. She was looking up too, but she was looking up at the stars.

"Or is it the king who reaches the end of his ideals and falls into confusion and despair in the torn pages of the book?"

Then she turned another page.

This page is full of distortions, and the whole world is plunged into blood red, like a hell on earth. An inhuman figure, holding a scepter, was lying on the ground. His eyes, which were larger than a human head, were looking at the sky in a distorted manner, as if he was staring at something.

"Or is it a twisted demon who abandons reason, embraces madness, and longs for the truth outside the world?"

Seeing this, Myra closed the book silently, turned her head and looked through the window, just in time to see Su Ge with his hands in his trouser pockets, strolling leisurely into the distance.

"While those people are busy pursuing the so-called justice, the so-called root, and proving their strength and existence, a simple man is working brick by brick to maintain this long-sullied world and comfort those who are stained by sweet blood. and a soul lost in a twisted nightmare.”

"Sugar Sotos, are you the person in the book?"

At noon, Su Ge returned home on the steam locomotive, and Betty had already prepared a sumptuous lunch.

"Is Niya gone already?" Su Ge found that Niya was no longer there.

Betty nodded and said, "Well, the big shots from the Steam Union came to pick her up in person. I secretly followed her out to have a look. The scene was very spectacular."

"I'll take a nap after dinner. There will be more things to do tonight." Su Ge said.

Cheryl did not object and reminded: "You have to be careful. My recent inspiration tells me that something bad is about to happen."

Su Ge was very surprised to hear this.

Something that can trigger Sheryl's inspiration must be a big thing.

"I will pay attention." Su Ge is still very confident in his methods now.

At the same time, in the church of the West Branch of the Holy Blood Church.

Bishop Saru sat behind his desk, and three people stood in front of him. The three-person team officially transferred from Bain City, Roland, Father Anthony and Sister Marin.

"I received news that tonight, the people of the Cold Church will attack the home of a wealthy businessman and take away his deformed son. You are responsible for protecting him in secret and killing those blasphemers who blasphemed the goddess."

The three people nodded vigorously after hearing this: "Understood!"

"Well, go!"

The three people turned and left, not noticing the coldness in Archbishop Saru's eyes.

Walking in the corridor of the church, Roland whispered: "I always feel that something big is going to happen recently. We have to be careful tonight."

"Well." Anthony nodded in agreement.

Sister Marlene said anxiously, "I hope I don't run into that terrifying existence that day."

The snap of her fingers that night left a deep shadow in her heart.

I will try to write three more chapters.