Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou denied it immediately: "I don't feel relieved to let you go there alone."

Jiang Fang: "You go, I'm not at ease."

Nan Zhou held the unconscious visitor in silence.

After some careful thinking, he was convinced that he did not understand what Jiang Fang meant.

He asked seriously: "Is there anything I don't want to worry about?"

Jiang Fang patted his face tenderly: "Nan Zhou, you are not cruel enough."

Nan Zhou was a little confused, he rubbed against him habitually with the strength of his touch, and said at the same time: "I have killed people before."

Jiang Fang stepped closer to Nanzhou.

With the sharpness of a blade, the silver shadow sliced ​​head-on.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at the unconscious visitor in Nan Zhou's arms, his voice was soft and gentle: "...Then kill him. Right now."

...Visitors can't speak now, otherwise it must be so ugly.

Even Ban Hang, who was dozens of steps away, shuddered suddenly after hearing his words, and got goose bumps all over his body.

Nan Zhou glanced at the defenseless visitor, but did not move.

With a flick of Jiang Fang's cuff, a long, thin, thin blade slipped out of his cuff.

It took less than half a second from the first appearance of the thin blade to the smooth wave of the cold light to the visitor's throat.

Nan Zhou grabbed his throat and took half a step back, narrowly dodging the blade.

Jiang Fang obviously had expected this attack to fail.

He twisted the short knife into a beautiful flower, put it back into the storage slot, and said flatly, "That's my reason."

Nan Zhou was silent.

He understood what Jiang Fang meant.

"I admit, you know how to kill people better than I do."

After putting away the blade, Jiang Fang still looked at Nan Zhou gently with those gentle and amiable smiling eyes: "But I know you better. Even if they are infected by the curse over there, most of them are probably the same as that deacon. They don't know the truth. What happened."

The deacon who fell off the cliff was already regarded as the Duke's personal person in terms of status, but according to his performance at the moment of life and death, he still didn't fully know the truth about the curse.

In other words, most of the people in the West Bank are most likely just innocent beaters who are loyal to the Duke and know nothing about the curse.

Because the content of the "curse" on the other side is completely unclear, anyone may be the source of infection, and no mercy will be tolerated in the face of any emergencies.

In extreme moments, they even have to take the initiative to prevent the "curse" from infecting people from person to person.

Nanzhou really lacked determination in taking the initiative to kill people.

However, Nanzhou still refused to give up: "I can give it a try."

Jiang Fang asked with a smile: "If they don't kill you, but treat you as a guest from the East Bank, and treat you gently and politely, would you be willing to kill them?"

Nan Zhou replied: "I will knock them out."

Jiang Fang: "I will kill you with one blow. If there is one less person over there, there will be less trouble here."

As he spoke, he gently squeezed Nanzhou's shoulder with the hand he had swung the knife just now, and he was considerate: "Don't worry about me, I will try my best to reduce the pressure on us."

Nan Zhou pursed his lips: "I can't let you live alone on the west bank."

He could only take Jiang Fang to the west bank, and he couldn't wait for him by the bridge.

Jun Liang, Hai Ning, and Ban Hang all still need him.

Taking Jiang Fang to the west bank meant that he had to fight alone.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Fang's tone suddenly dropped significantly: "...then you can rest assured to leave me alone?"

After Jiang Fang finished speaking, he turned his face away, and continued in a joking tone: "You should let me get used to the feeling of exploring the way alone."

Nan Zhou blinked, not knowing why Jiang Fang brought the topic up here again.

He discussed the matter: "It's different. At that time, you will not be alone. You will have Ban Hang, you will have Junliang, and you will have..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fang had already walked into the sunshine outside before him.

He stretched out his hand to Nan Zhou: "Let's go. I can't get through without you."

Nan Zhou lowered his eyes, thought for a few seconds, then turned his head and called, "Ban Hang."

Banhang held the gun and followed him in a dizzy manner.

Nan Zhou handed over the unconscious visitor to Ban Hang, and poured him a little of the remaining holy water.

The man didn't respond, and the colorless and odorless liquid flowed down his cheeks and into his collar.

Ban Hang, who had no idea at first, was relieved when he saw this.

...If you are not harmed by the holy water, then you are human.

He is worthy of being a human being.

Nan Zhou instructed him: "Tie him up and gag his hands, eyes and mouth."

After giving the order, he smacked the unconscious visitor's neck hard again. After giving Ban Hang a dose of reassurance, he walked out.

"Look at home. I... be back soon."

Nan Zhou quickly caught up with Jiang Fang who was heading towards the suspension bridge, and walked side by side with him.

Nan Zhou said, "I still don't agree with you going."

Jiang Fang kept walking, and said with a smile: "Then you can leave me by the bridge and go over by yourself."

Nan Zhou didn't answer, but just took out a short gun and handed it to him.

Jiang Fang took it, and pulled the bolt of the gun with a click.

The gun is an old gun, but it is well maintained and feels good in the hand.

He said: "The opposite side should have the habit of practicing shooting, which deserves to be careful."

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Jiang Fang skillfully corrected the crosshairs: "Since there are already such firearms as matchlock guns and shotguns, it means that it is at least the 16th to 17th century."

Nanzhou has not yet established a systematic understanding of the history of the outside world, so he asked seriously: "Duke Shelley is willing to perform specialized operations on the brain. Is it considered advanced in this era?"

"The history of brain surgery is very long." Jiang Fang replied, "In prehistoric times, there were tribes who performed brain drilling operations on living people in order to 'exorcise' sick people. Until the 19th century, there were still operations for the treatment of mental illness. The lobotomy of the…”

Nan Zhou was thoughtful: "Well..."

"...suspicious, isn't it?"

Jiang Fang said: "Throughout the ages, there have been too many reasons for having a craniotomy. Duke Shelley's reason for having a craniotomy is the most justifiable of all outrageous reasons. It's just for healing. Why is it called 'God's? curse'?"

However, he just raised a question that puzzled him, and he didn't know what would happen.

This is also one of the investigations he will complete when he goes to the east coast.

As he spoke, Jiang Fang put the gun back into the storage tank, pinned the two short knives to the sharkskin scabbard hanging from his waist, and covered them with the thick and dignified robes of the clergy.

In the long-term live game, the bullets they originally accumulated in the virtual game have long been exhausted.The bullets of this era cannot be adapted to the firearms they already have.

The movement of the gun was too loud, and there was no need to use it unless it was a last resort.

Still the dagger is the smoothest.

At a place 100 meters away from the edge of the cliff, Jiang Fang stood still.

His breathing is a calmness that can only be maintained after being suppressed.

Nan Zhou took the initiative to take a step forward, squatted down in front of him, with one hand hanging by his side, and made a move towards him.

Jiang Fang hugged his neck, buried his eyes on his shoulders and neck, and took the initiative to deprive himself of all perception of the outside world: "Thank you."

When stepping onto the bridge, Nan Zhou didn't remind Jiang Fang that he was worried that he would be nervous.

He tried his best to keep his steps light and steady, and even when he stepped on the suspension bridge, he tried his best to get out of the feeling of walking on flat ground.

Unfortunately, Jiang Fang's nerves are too sharp.

From the moment Nan Zhou stepped onto the suspension bridge, his hands holding Nan Zhou's neck began to tremble, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

Sensing the changes in his body, Nan Zhou deliberately increased his pace, but as soon as he accelerated, the suspension bridge began to shake uncontrollably.

Jiang Fang bit the side of Nan Zhou's collar and let out a low, inaudible groan.

Nan Zhou immediately slowed down.

As expected, Jiang Fang's breathing became much more stable.

But the warm air still caressed the back of his neck substantively.

The heartbeat with lingering fear hit his back with a pounding sound, which made Nanzhou's bones ache.

Nan Zhou asked softly, "Why are you so afraid?"

Jiang Fang let out a "ha" laugh, trembling with reluctance.

Nan Zhou: "If you don't want to talk, we can talk about something else."

"I'll tell you." Jiang Fang said, "...in the future, find a good night, and I'll tell you the whole story."

Nanzhou reminded him: "I have to go."

Jiang Fang plucked a leaf from his hair for him.

His voice was very low, too low to be heard: "...don't leave, okay?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "But, you will always go home in the end."

Jiang Fang's body trembled subtly, and then he let out a muffled laugh.

"Yeah, I'm going home."

After this conversation, Jiang Fang realized that it was not that Nan Zhou didn't understand his insecurities and worry about gains and losses.

On the contrary, he understood too well.

It's just because the world between them is too far away.

In the end, it was very likely that it was not Nan Zhou who wanted to leave Jiang Fang behind, but Jiang Fang wanted to take all the people Nan Zhou had met these days, leave him, and return to their world.

Sooner or later, Nan Zhou will still be alone.

Nan Zhou said: "Say, you get used to the feeling of exploring the road by yourself in advance. In fact, I have to start getting used to it again."

Having said that, they also reached the other end of the suspension bridge.

Nan Zhou covered Jiang Fang's eyes, wrapped his arms around his waist, and put his feet firmly on the west bank.

He withdrew his hand and returned his light.

The two stared at each other for a long time, but they were speechless.

Immediately, they raised their hands almost at the same time and pushed each other's shoulders.

They turned around with their strength, walked in the opposite direction, and each rushed to their own goals.

No one looked back.

……

Jiang Fang traveled all the way without any hindrance.

When walking through the forest, the hem of the overly wide cloak brushed over the bushes, making a rustling sound.

There were no human voices or beasts in the forest, and it was eerily quiet.

Jiang Fang thought of Nan Zhou's discovery again.

...This dungeon has isolated the possibility of creatures crossing the bridge to the greatest extent from the very beginning.

In other words, when the curse on both sides of the strait is fully formed, any creature crossing the bridge will break the curse barrier on both sides of the strait.

Finally, the white castle gate hidden deep in the dense forest appeared in front of Jiang Fang.

The gate of the castle is made of thick mahogany, nearly three meters high. There are two giant statues standing beside the gate, looking down from both sides, silently looking down at Jiang Fang, the uninvited guest.

The strange thing is that this door is ajar, as if some secret has slipped out through this gap.

Jiang Fang observed for about 10 minutes.

No one came out of it, and no one approached it.

Inside the castle with the door slightly open, there was also a strange dead silence.

The slightly raised eyebrows blocked the sunlight, making Jiang Fang's eyes glow with a bottomless cold light.

He stepped forward, picked up the bronze door knocker carved with the image of the Son, and knocked on the door.

"Hello." Jiang Fang raised his voice a little, "Pastor Keith sent us here to visit Mr. Duke."

What responded to him behind the door was still a long silence.

Jiang Fang grabbed the knocker and was about to push the door open.

The next second the door opened, a sudden change occurred!

A man dressed as a cook held a blood-stained kitchen knife and rushed out with a howl. When he saw Jiang Fang, he felt like seeing a ghost.

Jiang Fang turned around lightly, covered the face of the visitor with a large black robe, and twisted his body hard.

Immediately, on the surface of the tightly sealed robe, the facial features of the visitor were strangled clearly.

Jiang Fang snatched his kitchen knife with his backhand, threw it away, hugged his strong waist from behind like a ghost, pressed against the ear of the man who was almost suffocated, and asked softly, "Tell me, what happened here?"

But the spirit of the visitor had obviously completely collapsed. Through the robe, he frantically shouted: "The devil! The devil! Give me back, give me back my body!"

Jiang Fang sighed.

It doesn't make sense.

Immediately, he decisively covered the visitor's mouth, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed the visitor twice in the heart.

After ensuring that his pain was over quickly, Jiang Fang wiped the hot blood splattered on his cheeks, and turned to look at the east bank.

...Speaking of which, what does "give me back my body" mean?

……

east coast.

Song Haining looked at half of Guan Junliang's face that had been burned red and rotten by the holy water, feeling really distressed, but also couldn't bear to see this face when he woke up, so he turned the bedside mirror upside down.

After she finished this little movement, when she raised her eyes, she saw Guan Junliang's eyelids flick.

He tried to open his eyes, but was stabbed by the instantaneous influx of light.

Even if he closed it in time, there was still a big, round teardrop sliding down the corner of his eye.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Song Haining pulled the curtains and cheered, "Brother Guan, are you awake?!"

Guan Junliang half closed his eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice: "I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he pulled the fresh wound on his cheek and shivered in pain.

Song Haining hurriedly pressed his shoulders, and comforted him with a series of voices: "Don't move, your face is hurt... But it doesn't matter, it's all over, and it will be fine."

"... Where are Brother Nan and the others?" Guan Junliang lowered his voice, "I have something... to tell them."

"They have something to go out for a while. Brother Nan should be back soon."

Song Haining gently patted his arm: "Take a good rest first, what's the matter, wait for Brother Nan to come back, ah."

Guan Junliang propped up his upper body, his arms were still trembling, as if: "I'll... find them..."

Song Haining saw that he was really anxious, and couldn't bear it: "If there is anything, please tell me first."

Guan Junliang: "Then you get closer..."

Song Haining followed his words and gently grabbed his hand: "Brother Guan, tell me, I—"

In the next second, her eyes suddenly went dark.

When she regained consciousness, the world was reversed, and things were separated from me.

There was a burning pain on his cheek.

Then, she saw the most terrifying thing in the world.

She saw it, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her lying on the bed.

... Even the tenderness in her eyes didn't have time to dissipate.

"She" just stared at herself with eyes half tender and half indifferent.

Song Haining wanted to open her mouth, but the slight tremor of her vocal cords caused heart-piercing pain in all her limbs.

"Are you..." She questioned intermittently in Guan Junliang's voice, "Aren't you..."

Although it was difficult to say, her shock was already palpable.

……Who are you?

...If it is a demon, haven't you already been expelled by us?

Could it be that the expulsion failed?Which link is wrong?

Thinking of this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through her mind.

wrong! !

not like this!

It must be because of the power of the devil that he suddenly switched places with Guan Junliang who was lying on the bed.

However, the demon Phras who was "expelled" by them has the ability to make people immortal and restore all precious lost things.

And what can be exchanged is...

Yes……

She wanted to shout for help, but Guan Junliang's body was too severely damaged by the holy water.

Moreover, because she was too frightened, she completely lost her voice.

She exhausted all her strength, trying to warn her companions, but a gust of air firmly resisted her throat, making it difficult for her to say a word.

At this time, "Song Haining" leaned over and gently stroked "Guan Junliang" on the forehead: "I guessed wrong. It's Ami, the 72th demon god among King Solomon's 58 demon gods. His body is a blazing flame. ...is the ability to exchange human vitality with humans."

"Song Haining" trembled all over.

But you're not a Flash at all, and you're not an Ami either!

If...if he has the ability to "exchange"...

If it wasn't "Hua Sisi" who fell off the cliff...

If this is the reason why the devil can silently kill "Keith" with a cross under Nanzhou's nose, and he must take Hua Sisi away...

The soul inhabiting her body in front of her eyes is...

Pastor Keith mercifully pressed the back of his finger to "Guan Junliang"'s cheek, and he stroked twice like a father: "Rest in peace, child, you will go to heaven, and I will bless and pray for you in hell." .”