Urban Supernatural: My Inhuman Girlfriends!

Deep in the labyrinth of hell, the Church of Flesh stands majestically.

The souls of the innocent people embedded in the church walls are crying and wailing, and their painful whispers compose a melodious and graceful movement from hell.

In the church, Nailhead was wearing an open-breasted white robe. Through the gently swinging neckline, one could even see the pair of plump breasts underneath.

She sat quietly on the ferocious seat made of thorns, looking down coldly like an uncrowned king.

Of course, this is just an illusion. There can only be one master in the labyrinth hell, and that is Leviathan, the god of flesh and pain.

Right in front of the nail head, the female monk who had just gone to pick up Yang Xu was lying on the ground.

Since the nun's hands were restricted behind her by the straitjacket, she could only rest her head on the ground and wriggle forward like a worm.

The friction between his forehead and the ground made a "squeaking" sound like fingernails scraping against the wall, which made people shudder.

"Dear High Priest, please forgive me for tampering with your instructions without authorization."

The nun said, squirming forward.

On the white ground paved with bones, a dazzling trace of residual blood stretched from the starting point of the female monk's squirming to the feet of Nail Head.

The female monk kissed Nail Head's toes with awe, but her words were not respectful at all. She continued:

"The promotion rules set by the Supreme Lord cannot be disobeyed!"

"Even...the disobedient is the high priest in charge of the "Pain" lineage! "

The female monk's thin red lips gently kissed the nail-headed toes, and then the instep.

The blood oozing from the erosion wound on her forehead streaked across the nun's protruding eyelidless eyes, and then fell to the corners of her mouth.

The blood was like fine lipstick, dyeing the thin lips extremely bright red.

"You are right." Nailhead looked indifferent and his tone was indescribably calm. "Nowadays, temptation has become worthless. Pain is an effective way to make others surrender to you."

The female monk shuddered, and her strong heart, which had been tempered to withstand everything, began to tremble inexplicably.

"Dear High Priest of Pain, I meant no offense to you.

You are the most valued high priest of the Supreme Lord, and countless kings of hell surrender under your feet..."

At this moment, the female monk's tone became extremely respectful, and could even be said to be extremely flattering.

Nailhead looked at the female monk calmly, and countless chains suddenly hung down from the dome of flesh and blood!

The barbs at the ends of the iron chains pierced the female monk's skin, and countless iron chains suddenly tightened!

The female monk's expression was calm, "High Priest of Pain, although I am only a low-level monk, I have long been immune to the pain on my skin."

"Oh, really?"

The next second, the iron chain retracted into the dome, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!

The body of the female monk was torn apart by the iron chains, and large chunks of flesh fell at the feet of the nail head.

But even so, the round eyes on the minced meat were still staring at the nail head.

The scattered flesh of the female monk trembled slightly, and messy sounds came from the squirming rotten flesh, "High Priest of Pain, you..."

The female monk stopped suddenly before she finished speaking.

As if going back in time, the rotten flesh on the ground flew up inexplicably and merged into a female monk again, and the iron hook fell and rose again!

Everything seemed to be accelerating in reverse, and the female monk quickly moved backwards and crawled to the center of the church.

The next second, the female monk pressed her head against the ground and wriggled forward like a worm.

"Dear High Priest, please forgive me for tampering with your instructions without authorization..."

Everything happens again!

The female monk's crawling body suddenly stopped. She always felt that this scene was extremely familiar, as if it had happened just now...

The perspective slowly moved up, first through the flesh and blood church, and then through the rolling black fog.

Outside the thick fog, there is a strange crystal barrier, and the smooth surface of the crystal reflects Nail Head's ferocious face covered with iron nails!

In the Flesh and Flesh Church, Nail Head was wearing a tight black leather suit and sitting on the Throne of Thorns.

She was playing with a transparent crystal ball in her hand. A mini flesh and blood church stood eerily in the crystal ball!

The time in the crystal ball seemed to be countless times faster than the outside world. In the blink of an eye, the female monk repeated the process several times!

Nailhead smiled mysteriously and threw the crystal ball behind him.

clang!

The crystal ball fell to the ground and slowly rolled towards the dark corner of the church.

In the corner, there are densely packed crystal balls piled up like a mountain!

......

Flagellation Hotel.

Yang Xu was lying on the edge of the gap in the wooden door, looking at the group of corpses crossing the Slag Town.

The group of red corpses crossed the town and ran towards the east.

After Ada got the two gold coins, she lay on the ground with squinted eyes and rolled around happily. She looked at Yang Xu who was staring blankly outside and explained: "Don't look at it. Due to the rules, they Will be back before dawn."

At this time, the outside of the hotel became lively, and countless weird-looking guys took to the streets. There were cyclops over three meters tall, and short green dwarves who looked like goblins...

But without exception, they all followed the wave of blood corpses and walked eastward.

Yang Xu asked curiously: "What are they going to do?"

"You have to stay away from these guys, they are fanatical worshipers of the hell monks!" Ada said with great disgust: "Those bloody corpses can't help themselves, but these guys are willing to become curse disciples. "

"What is a curser?"

"The Curse..." Ata was silent for a while before replying: "The loyal lackey of the Supreme Lord, the indestructible toy of the monks."

"They are immortal and live forever, but the price is that they will always bear the endless pain of their souls in their long lives!"

"Of course, if there are people with excellent talents, they will get rid of their identity as cursers and become monks. Or some lucky guys who are valued by the "sacrifice" can also get rid of their identity as cursers and become new monks. "

Ada walked around Yang Xu and looked at her carefully, "You must be an admirer too, right?"

Yang Xu smiled bitterly and quickly waved his hands to indicate that he was not.

Just now, he was shocked to find a message on his phone.

A random hell pass expires...then how should he return to the human world!

Rubbing his sore and swollen temples, Yang Xu only felt that his future was confused. Why was he always the unlucky one?

Fatigue spread and grew in Yang Xu's heart, and the heavy depression in his chest made him very unhappy.

Ada looked at Yang Xu, who had a sad face, and then looked at the ring on his index finger, his eyes moving slightly.

She hurriedly ran into her small room, and then there was a rummaging sound.

Yang Xu raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a while, he saw Ada holding a dirty gray and black coat.

Ada held the coat in one hand and reached out to Yang Xu with the other, "One hundred gold coins, this "cursor's flesh garment" is yours! "

Yang Xu looked at the sloppy coat. Although he couldn't believe it, he still took out his wallet.

How come there is a wonderful feeling of triggering hidden NPCs.