Primordial Sequence

In the dark basement, when Fiona walked to a place, the needle in her hand suddenly started beating. It jumped gently in Fiona's hand, slowly beating towards the edge of her palm.

"It should be down there." Fiona pinched the restless needle. A faint black film appeared on her right arm, and she slowly groped in the blood pool.

"Well..." Suddenly her eyes lit up. She touched something very hard on the left side, which felt different from the feeling of internal organs.

"Wow..." As she raised her arm, a pure black suitcase appeared in Fiona's sight. The suitcase was completely black, and the mouth of the suitcase was sealed in a special way. As it appeared, the air It suddenly became quiet, extremely quiet.

"Boom..." It was as if the knocking sound of a giant hammer came from inside the box, breaking the silence. The box shook in mid-air, and a huge impact mark appeared on the black suitcase. Then the suitcase returned to its original state. See Seeing that the things inside were restless, Fiona gently took out the needle and placed it next to the box. As they approached, the box became completely quiet. Seeing this, Fiona slowly took the needle back. Carrying the suitcase, he walked slowly towards the stairs.

"Let me go, I will... give you everything, anything." Intermittent consciousness came from the suitcase. This voice penetrated Fiona's heart. This voice seemed to hypnotize Fiona. Stiff.

"Hmph..." After nearly ten seconds, Fiona snorted coldly and walked forward with firm eyes. As for these confusing words, she could only endure it.

In the room, Camus couldn't go out, so he could only walk around the room, expecting to find something, but the whole room was covered in blood and bloodshot eyes, and he found nothing at all. Just when he was about to look through the bookshelf, he suddenly heard Steady footsteps came from the direction of the basement, and the sound became clearer and closer.

"Are you up? It's faster than I thought." Camus retracted his arm and looked quietly in the direction of the basement. In the shadow of the basement door, Fiona saw Camus not far away, her tone was slightly... heavy.

"You must stay three meters away from me now. Remember that at any time, you will be in danger if you exceed this distance."

"Okay... what should we do now? Go out directly?" Camus nodded and asked Fiona what to do next.

"No... the box has been contaminated by evil rituals. There is a problem with the seal. I need to strengthen it. Please wait a moment." Fiona said as she solemnly placed the box on the ground and then took it from the left pocket. A bottle of pale golden liquid came out. As the liquid appeared, Camus felt that the air around him suddenly became warmer, and the box in front of Fiona was shaking slightly.

"Let me go, and you will be together. Let me go...and you will have eternal life." A deeply rooted word appeared in Camus' ears. This voice was so clear and so relaxing that Camus suddenly I thought of the voices of my family, as if these voices were the voices of my family. They were so close to me. Just when Camus was about to take steps, a loud shout woke up Camus, who was confused.

"Three meters, remember not to come three meters away from me." Fiona's face turned very red. She took out the needle from her pocket with difficulty and inserted it into her arm. The needle was inserted into his arm. It squirmed quickly in an instant, like a child's lips, swallowing Fiona's blood, and the blood it swallowed didn't know where it went. Seeing such a frightening scene, Kamius suddenly woke up and took a few steps back. .

"Come here...eternal life." As if feeling the danger, the confusing words in the box became more intense. They surrounded Camus' ears, and every word made Camus' head whine.

"Uncle..." Camus found that covering his ears was of no use. He had a strong impulse from the past in his heart. If his body's sense of crisis and instinct had not restrained this impulse, he would have passed it long ago.

"Hiss..." Seeing that something was wrong, Camus broke off a piece of broken glass from the window and inserted it into his thigh. The strong stinging dispelled Camus' hazy consciousness and suddenly made him clear. The moment he regained consciousness, Camus rolled backwards, further away from Fiona.

Fiona, on the other hand, looked very normal because there was a needle on her arm, but her face was a little pale. She looked at the needle on her arm that was swallowing her own blood and sneered, then quickly opened the lid of the golden potion, and quickly Fell onto the box.

"Hiss..." The medicine penetrated into the box, and layers of mist appeared at the interface of the box. They quickly spread to the entire room, and the box that was beating just now became completely silent.

"Ahem..." The white mist was very pungent, and Camus covered her eyes while coughing.

"Come here and help me, this damn needle has swallowed up at least a quarter of my blood in just these few seconds." Hearing the sound, Camus looked up and found Fiona slumped on the spot with a pale face, her There was still blood on her arm. As for the needle, she must have pulled it out.

"You said, don't come closer than three meters to you." Camus turned his gaze to the box, his tone slightly hesitant.

"You can come here. He has been sealed and will not affect anyone." Fiona sighed helplessly and struggled to stand up.

Seeing that he was really okay, Camus walked over slowly and put her arm on his shoulders.

"Are you going out now?" Camus looked at the closed door and asked Fiona.

"Of course, you have to put the box in a conspicuous place." Fiona said weakly.

"Do you really believe in the people of the Church of the Sun?" Kamiao looked at the black suitcase and asked in a calm tone.

"The newly transferred Light Sacrifice is pretty good. This time he brought people from the 'Trial House'. Those people are not from weak professions like the Light Sacrifice." Fiona spoke elegantly. If it weren't for her pale face, Camus would still be there. Thought she was fine.

"Trial House", when he heard this organization, Camus' face became heavy. When he was chatting with Susie and the others, he learned from them that the Trial House of the church is an extremely powerful internal organization with a sequence inside it. The combatants of the five or three paths are extremely powerful. I didn't expect that the newly appointed Light Sacrifice had such a background.

As his thoughts were surging, Camus slowly opened the door, and the police and citizens waiting nervously outside also saw the tragic situation of the two people. After experiencing so many things, the figures of the two people were already blood red, as if they had emerged from the blood. It's like crawling out of the inside, it looks very penetrating.

"Hiss..." Seeing how miserable Kamius and Kamius were, Tiqi quickly ran over and helped Kamius.

"Are you okay? I'll call the doctor right away..." Ms. Yana supported Fiona, her tone full of care.

"Didn't I say to disperse the crowd? How come there are so many people?" Seeing so many people outside, Fiona looked at Teach coldly, waiting for the group of cultists to come and kill them, will these civilians care or not?

"This..." Tiqi raised his head and glanced at Kamiu, unable to say a word.

"My fault, I didn't think it was that complicated. I just asked them to disperse the people within two hundred meters, but you didn't tell me. I didn't know your plan until I went in." Camus looked at the wound on his thigh. Speaking helplessly?

"I'm going to disperse now..." Tiqi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Kamius taking over the responsibility. He secretly blamed himself for dispersing everyone within 1,000 meters of this kind of thing next time, no matter how big or small.

"No need..." Fiona stretched out her hand to stop Director Teach. After looking at the wound on Camus' thigh, she pointed to the room behind her.

"You deal with those things inside. I believe you know how to deal with the remnants of ritual magic."

"Okay..." Kamius recalled for a moment, remembering that Susie had told him that these ritual residues could be dispelled with flames, so he nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the house.