I conquer the hidden boss by brushing my face [Infinite Stream]

The strange drum sounds seemed to only target the two of them, bewildering their minds and putting them in a state of inhumanity, controlled by potions to reproduce animals.

Jiang Fuyue knew that this was giving birth to the Son of God again.

And the old woman with the mask who is always looking forward to the horse should be the previous son of God.

He didn't understand the role of this son of God who would age and die.

The numbness and sluggish behavior of men and women continued, but there were waves of vibrations and shouts from above the secret room.

Someone found that a man and a woman were missing, and they were dragged here!

The old god was taken aback, and immediately stood up and urged everyone to pack up, as if there was another secret way to leave.

When packing away the magic weapon, no one disturbed the two entangled on the ground.

It wasn't until the entrance when they came was found that they started smashing it, that they hurriedly pulled the two of them apart, carried the weak man on their shoulders and fled quickly into the depths of the darkness.

The old God moved the candlestick on the wall, and a small door of about 1.2 meters appeared at the end of the secret room, allowing the sunlight from outside to shine in.

It's just that the old god didn't expect that there was a woman in her 40s outside the door.

This peasant woman is the husband who works in the gold mine.

Being caught face to face, the old god let Jiang Fuyue see his ability.

After ordering the masked man to leave, the old god son wrapped the bone rosary around his neck, took the peasant woman's hand and strangled himself little by little.

"Uh...uh..."

The old god son was strangled by the rosary, his face was like a pig's liver, and his two aging eyeballs protruded and stared at the peasant woman.

The peasant woman was terrified, she was too frightened to move by Xiejiao, and watched the old god suffocate to death in front of her.

"Whoa-!"

The rope broke, and 108 human bone rosary beads were scattered all over the place, and the life of the old god son also ended.

Jiaojiao frowned slightly: "Why did she commit suicide when she could escape? Could it be delaying time for the masked man?"

"A peasant woman in her 40s can be easily knocked unconscious by any masked person," Jiang Fuyue shook her head, looking at the peasant woman with an unusually cold look: "She is not committing suicide, she is killing someone. Now the peasant woman's body has been She's occupied."

Jiaojiao heard the words and looked around, and found that the peasant woman was not panicked at all after the murder. She calmly kicked the old god's body into the secret room and then started to pick up the human bone rosary on the ground.

After finding all 108 brow bones, she immediately pretended to be shocked and sat on the ground and yelled.

Her panicked voice soon attracted another group of people.

"Why are you here?" The peasant woman's husband slapped his legs angrily when he saw her here, "Didn't he tell you to stay at home and not follow her out?"

"A group of people escaped from here just now," the peasant woman answered irrelevantly, pointing to the opposite direction of the masked man's escape, and then pointed to the secret room and said, "There are people inside."

"Of course I know there are people! We are here to find our daughter!" The middle-aged man pulled up the peasant woman and urged her to go home. Then he divided a group of people to chase the masked man, and then led the rest into the secret room.

They first saw the corpse of the old woman with her tongue sticking out, and then found the unconscious woman inside.

"Xiaomei!" The middle-aged man's eyes were red with anger at her obvious experience, and he picked up his daughter and took him home.

The rest set out to find another abductee.

However, the hostages were not found. They saw the human drum sitting on the statue.

I don't know what the old god son did before he left. At this time, the human drum has lost its breath, and the heart is still forever in the empty chest cavity.

The timid man was frightened to death by this man carrying a dry corpse, and left crying.

Jiang Ren and Jiaojiao played by ear, took advantage of the chaos, mingled with the crowd, followed them to stuff the human drum into the box, then knocked down the statue of Fan Ertian, and set a fire in the secret room.

The flames blazed, and the body of the old god son melted together with her favorite idol.

In the ferocious flames, Jiang Fuyue saw the blue-skinned witch's face distorted into an exaggerated arc.

It seems to be laughing maniacally.

But he was not afraid, and let Jiang Ren follow the villagers to leave after the statue collapsed coldly.

Because Jinming Village has a large turnover of people in recent years, even if there are strange faces, they don't pay much attention to them. They just treat them as young people who come to work in the gold mine.

Jiang Ren took You Rong's hand, and under Jiang Fuyue's command, they went back to the room where they woke up first, and knocked on the door.

The middle-aged man who opened the door was also the one who saved them in the rice field.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw the two of them, and then frowned and scolded: "Who are you guys? You left without making a sound and now you have the face to come back?"

Jiang Ren wisely said: "We just woke up when we heard a cry for help, so we quickly got up and followed. I'm really sorry that I didn't thank you."

"You heard cries for help?"

"Yes! It belongs to a girl," Jiang Ren said after slightly modifying the scene he saw in the ruined temple. People. As a result, we were not familiar with the place and couldn’t find people, so we had to go back. When we arrived again, you had already rescued people.”

What he said was reasonable, and the middle-aged man let them in after thinking about it, with a sad expression on his face: "It was my daughter who was arrested. If you could find someone earlier, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened to her."

"I'm sorry." Jiang Ren and You Rong, who witnessed the whole process, naturally knew what happened.

They followed into the house, and found that the peasant woman whose body was occupied by the Son of God was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking care of the woman carefully, with a gentle and loving expression just like the real thing.

It's just that Jiang Fuyue had already reminded her of the peasant woman's identity, so Jiang Ren clenched his fist quietly, not daring to get too close.

The peasant woman didn't notice anything wrong, put down the towel in her hand, and enthusiastically went to boil water to greet the two of them.

The middle-aged people asked if they had seen the faces of the group.

Naturally, Jiang Ren didn't see it, but according to the command of the cold voice in his head, he casually made up some facial features to hold back the middle-aged man, and then pushed You Rong to ask her to find the peasant woman.

After experiencing life and death, You Rong and his previous tacit understanding soared, and he immediately understood his intentions, and summoned up the courage to find the peasant woman.

Although she didn't know that the peasant woman had been taken over by the old God, she was still afraid of this murderer.

"Auntie, do you need my help?" You Rong rolled up his sleeves to help her scoop water from the water tank.

The peasant woman glanced at her, waved her hand and said, "No, no, just go and sit there."

"Thanks to you guys who saved us before, I don't have the nerve to bother you anymore, I'll do it." As he spoke, he snatched the ladle from the peasant woman's hand, and poured the water in the tank into the pot next to it.

The peasant woman didn't insist, she showed a suspicious look behind You Rong, and said quietly: "Where did you two come from?"

You Rong has been in the society for more than ten years, and said without changing his face: "We two came with distant relatives, and they said that there is a good job for us. Who knew that the relatives turned their faces and refused to recognize anyone when we got here. , knocked both of us unconscious, grabbed all the money and ran away."

"That's it," the peasant woman was dubious, "Okay, there's enough water, let me burn it." She could see at a glance that the clothes of You Rong and Jiang Ren were not cheap, and it was likely that they had never done farm work in a pampered way.

"No, I'll do it," You Rong sat behind the stove and said with a smile, "Don't look at me like this, in fact, I can use it to make a fire." Then he picked up the firewood and straw from the corner and stuffed it into the fire pit.

The peasant woman stood beside her, carefully watching her every move.

But she never thought that there was a soul body holding props and pliers, and squeezed out two oblate human bone rosary beads from her pocket.

Putting the rosary away, Jiaojiao smiled slightly and shouted to Jiang Fuyue outside: "Okay!"

So Jiang Fuyue notified Jiang Ren, and Jiang Ren called You Rong.

As soon as the fire was lit, Jiang Ren called his name. You Rong clapped his hands and said something to the peasant woman before going out.

Jiang Ren said that the middle-aged people are village chiefs appointed by the government, and there is a small house next door where they can live temporarily for a while, but they have to solve their own basic necessities.

This was just an excuse to leave the house. After You Rong understood it in seconds, he greeted the village chief and turned to leave.

When he came to the small house separated by a wall, Jiang Ren closed the doors and windows and whispered: "Take it out."

"What are you taking?" You Rong was at a loss.

"In your pocket."

"But I don't have..."

Taking out two light yellow beads, You Rong's voice stopped abruptly.

Jiang Ren brought a bead: "Yes, this is it. This is the key to our escape!"

"what is this?"

"A rosary made of browbones."

"Ah!" You Rong trembled, and almost threw the rosary on the ground.

Fortunately, Jiang Ren quickly caught it, held it in his palm and said, "But he, I haven't thought of a way yet. We'll stay here and don't run around, especially be careful of the wife of the village head next door."

You Rong swallowed: "She killed someone just now. Should we tell the village chief?"

"No," Jiang Ren shook his head, "The one in that body is the old woman in the secret room, we can't act rashly."

"How do you know?" You Rong began to wonder why her little boyfriend suddenly understood so much.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Ren revealed his existence with Jiang Fuyue's consent, and pointed to the top of You Rong's head and said, "You also have one on your head, but it's a girl."

Following the opponent's fingers and looking at the top of the head, You Rong shuddered: "What are they? Ghosts?"

She didn't know that Jiaojiao was lowering her head and making faces at her at the moment, smiling indescribably happily.

Only Jiaojiao can still laugh in this situation.

Jiang Ren thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "They're not ghosts, but their lives are tied to us, so they won't harm us. If something happens to us, they'll die too."

"Then, that's good...then what are we going to do next?"

"The one above my head is called the moon. He said that we are trapped in the Vatican, that is, the illusion created by the blue-skinned witch, and we must leave quickly. Otherwise, when the real Vatican gods start the ceremony, we will all die Can't live."

"How to leave?"

"……do not know."

"Um……"

There was silence in the air, and the four of them stared blankly at the bone rosary in Jiang Ren's palm.

Jiaojiao said, "I stole something for you, but you tell me what to do next."

Jiang Fuyue pinched her eyebrows: "I didn't expect that."

"Then you swore to let me steal."

"Because this thing is special."

"So just try your luck?"

"Yes."

"I want to punch you."

"...Let's go out and talk about it."

Let Jiang Ren hold up the rosary, and Jiang Fuyue squatted down to study it carefully.

He found that the surface of this rosary was carved with great precision, with thin and shallow lines, which could not be seen when held far away.

As a magic weapon that can transform the soul of the Son of God, this pattern cannot be just a useless decoration.

Looking closer, there seemed to be some brown traces remaining in those lines.

Is it blood?

Jiang Fuyue asked Jiang Ren to prick his finger and squeeze the blood onto the rosary, but it didn't work, the method was wrong.

So, burial, fire, aromatherapy... all kinds of methods were used, but they couldn't change the two rosary beads.

After a long time, Jiang Fuyue also began to become anxious, pinching the center of her brows red.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed by.

He said to Jiang Ren: "Put the rosary between the eyebrows."

"Ah? Are you still here?" Jiang Ren was so tired that he fell asleep on the table.

"hurry up!"

Jiang Fuyue yelled at him sharply, and finally called him up, yawning and pressing the rosary between his eyebrows.

then.

"call--"

Jiang Ren and Jiang Fuyue disappeared, leaving only a light yellow rosary rolling to the ground.

"Damn, are you going out now?" Jiaojiao was shocked, "The dirt on the beads can't be the cracks on the face?"

You Rong was also taken aback, and immediately realized that this was the way to escape, and imitated the way to press the rosary beads between his eyebrows.

Another wind blew by, and there was no one in the house, only two beads lying quietly on the ground.

One minute later, the peasant woman whose body was occupied by the old god son pushed open the door and entered. No one was found, only her lost rosary beads fell on the ground.

"Where's the person?" She didn't know what happened, she frowned and put away the rosary, then searched again before returning to the next door.

The village chief still has a lot of things to do, so he called a doctor to make sure his daughter Xiaomei was fine, and then went back to organize people to search for traces of the Xiejiao remnants.

"Take good care of Xiaomei, I'll be back at night."

"it is good."

Only Xiaomei and Lao Shenzi were left in the room.

The old Shenzi looked at the woman on the bed, stared at her stomach with extremely gentle eyes, and murmured: "Son of God, I will protect you until you restore our Vatican God Sect."

Xiaomei's eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell where the old God could not see.

When she was in the secret room, she had already woken up, but her body was in unbearable pain and she couldn't move. She could only watch her mother strangle the old Shenzi to death and be replaced by Shenzi.

She knew that her mother had completely left.

She was unwilling, but helpless, because her father didn't believe her words at all.

March 1963, 3, two months before the due date.

She returned to the ruins of the ruined temple, staring at the ruins in a daze.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a dark thing wriggling out of the corner of her eye. She walked over and saw a palm-sized black shadow wriggling in the grass, nibbling on the cold grass frost.

The little thing couldn't speak, only two white lines and trembling eyes, and he didn't know if he could see.

She didn't know what it was, but she couldn't help feeling pity in her heart, stuffed it into her bosom and took it home, kept it under the bed, and fed it from time to time.

On May 1963, 5, the child in Xiaomei's womb was born.

The old god son waited anxiously outside the door. He heard a loud cry, but got the news that the child was stillborn.

She rushed into the house and found Xiaomei who was sweating profusely in the blood.

Xiaomei smiled at her holding the stillborn baby in protest: "Sorry, the baby is dead."

"Impossible! Impossible!"

The old god rushed over like crazy, but was pulled by the village chief and locked into the broom.

No one knew that a young midwife was running through the fields holding the newborn baby and taking him far away.

Where to go?

The midwife doesn't know.

But if she took the money, she must keep the children away from here.

Then, then, let's go to City E!

She left Jinming Mountain and never came back, and she didn't know that Xiaomei was taken away by the old god not long after she gave birth to the "stillborn".

Five years later, Xiaomei married the new village head.

Seven years later, Xiaomei gave birth to a daughter on a cloudy day in a cloudy year.

Thirty years later, under Xiaomei's help, Xiaomei's daughter married a man who was in a cloudy year, and a new son of God was born the next year.

45 years later, the masked men returned, bringing with them the magic weapon they spent 45 years refining—the meat lily.

Holding the withered "lily" made of human skin and bones, the aging Xiaomei smiled slightly.

She knew that the glory of God would shine on the earth.

As a result, the Vatican God Sect once again controlled Jinming Mountain.

But she brainwashed the whole village but not her husband.

She had to admit that she had feelings for this outsider.

It was also the intolerance caused by this feeling that allowed her husband to escape from Jinming Mountain with the 14-year-old Shenzi.

Although she captured her husband later, she couldn't find her son again.

She imprisoned her husband and let her daughter continue to conceive, but she only got a bloody death.

When she was holding the stillborn baby, she even wanted to apologize to Fan Ertian with her death.

But it's not enough yet, she still has to continue to look for the Son of God and make second-hand preparations.

Because of the severe crackdown from the outside world, she changed her method and released some people to search for suitable candidates from the outside world and look for the whereabouts of the Son of God.

Fifty-nine years later, a bus loaded with 59 tourists drove to Jinming Mountain.

And the son of God who had gone away hid in the car, watching his own father, who had become a ghost, die under the curse with cold eyes.

She knew that the human drum and the men and women who conceived the son of God needed a cloudy year, a moon and a cloudy day, and this cart was a sacrifice of the Vatican.

The cruelty and indifference that flowed in her blood made her want a whole carload of people to die outside Jinming Village, leaving only herself to go in for revenge openly.

But who would have thought that three Cheng Yaojin would be killed halfway to protect the sacrifices and lead them into Jinming Village smoothly.

Oh, stupid.

Shenzi sneered, but he didn't expect that the embarrassing old man who was repairing the kennel in the rain in the middle of the night turned out to be his grandfather.

In her life, only her mother and grandfather gave her love.

So, she went to reveal her identity the next day.

"I am the Son of God, and they will all listen to me."

"What are you going to do?"

"Aren't they very religious?" Shenzi smiled, "It's no big deal to die for Shenzi?"

"Hey……"

The old man sighed, looking at the thin "man" in front of him, he couldn't imagine that his innocent and lovely granddaughter had turned into a cold-blooded and heartless person after all.

Even if the other party didn't admit it, he still smelled the paranoia, madness, and disregard for life that the Son of God Van E had.

After reliving childhood memories with his grandfather, Shenzi saw it was getting dark and was about to reveal his identity.

I never thought that the statue of Vatican Van Gogh would reappear in the sky.

Her grandmother bowed to a blond man.

The Son of God scolded: "Who are you!"

The man turned around, his face was handsome, but his eyes were full of endless indifference.

Shenzi remembered that this was exactly one of them, Cheng Yaojin.

"Cheng Yaojin" said: "I am the Son of God."

"Impossible! I am!"

Shenzi, who had always shown himself in men's clothing, became anxious, and immediately recovered his normal voice and said, "Godzi can only be a woman! You are a fake!"

"Do you want to verify it?"

The blond man curled his lips into a smile, and a gap suddenly opened between his foreheads, and the terrified third eye stared straight at her through the gap.

She was covered in cold sweat and her legs were trembling.

At the same time, the dark blue statue moved, stretched its arms around the blond man, and opened its three eyes, announcing who was her appointed son of God.

"How, how could this be..."

The Son of God hates his identity, but because of this identity, he is full of confidence in revenge.

But at this time everyone told her that your identity is not worth mentioning.

Years of obsessions were shattered, she sat on the ground blankly, not even knowing when the blond man left.

...

Shen Duxian, no, it should be called Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo didn't know his own background, he only knew that he was picked up by his adoptive mother, and there was a dark creature in his swaddling baby.

He and the creature were born with a bond of mind, knowing that the other only needs to eat human emotions to survive.

He likes Sombra very much, but his adoptive mother seems to be very scared. She secretly gave him a book about Xiejiao to keep all in his mind, and must run when he meets the blue-skinned three-eyed statue!Run as far as you can!

He memorized the name of the blue-skinned witch—Fan Ertian, and kept in mind his adoptive mother's advice.

Not long after, his adoptive mother died of illness, and he met a master who taught him how to practice.

And as he grew up, the black shadow gradually became bigger, and they could no longer be as unscrupulous as before.

So Jiang Mo asked the master and queen to make a doll, and locked the black shadow in.

Before becoming an adult, with the training of his master and adoptive mother, he can also suppress the evil in his heart.

But on his adult birthday, Master was killed by a ghost.

After witnessing the death of his mentor and adoptive mother, he couldn't restrain his bloodthirsty desire, and attacked Li Gui with the shadow.

Li Gui was so powerful that he cut off one of Sombra's tentacles.

Under Jiang Mo's extremely boiling malice, the severed hand grew into a new individual, becoming his perfect helper to release his evil desires, and eliminated the ghosts.

The new entity was as dark as he.

He imprisoned the shadow that had accompanied him for 18 years in the puppet, and followed his heart and the new individual to do evil.

Later, he fell in love with a woman in a conventional way, and had a son with her.

He is willing to suppress evil thoughts for his family for the sake of love, even if his wife is very different from his original love.

But the peaceful days did not last long.

His scabbard was dead.

The blade of evil desire reappeared, and serial murders occurred.

And his son unilaterally severed relations with him after knowing his true colors.

Feeling ashamed, he allowed the police to catch him and sentence him to death.

The moment the gun rang, he was delighted that he could finally die.

But who knows that when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not hell, but still this world.

He became a ghost.

Ghosts wander around the world and cannot find the trace of their son, so they can only rely on instinct to devour ghosts one after another in a daze to strengthen themselves.

Ten years later, he returned to City E, only to find that all his son's high school classmates had died, and his son had also disappeared without a trace.

died?

The only concern was also dead, Jiang Mo was completely reduced to a ghost, and he didn't even remember what he had done.

He only knew that he saw a very suitable container, got into it and learned of the existence of the "Nightmare Theater", and found that the person playing his son was almost exactly the same as his lover.

Why is it the same?

Because this man's mother is his lover!

His lover is also an actor!Most likely not dead yet!Still in a movie!

He wants to find her!

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