The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1720: fear

Chapter 1720 Fear

The shape of the prophet with a sudden change of face became embarrassing, as if it was about to fall.

However, in this regard, the people around have long been prepared.

Two people walked out of the crowd, and the left and right cockroaches supported the prophet and put it on the chair so that it could sit down on the chair.

Everyone looked at the prophet with a sigh of relief.

Especially Li Jiajia.

She almost became a prophet.

However, the girl in the moment is only happy.

Let me eat hair, nails and blood... it’s better to die!

Fortunately I became a chef.

The girl’s scalp is numb thinking.

Qin Ran looked at the prophet with great interest.

This is not the first time he has seen a similar person.

‘The God of the Earth’, Nikelle and Ms. Thorns are similar.

But the two existences are obviously higher than the immediate prophets. At least, Qin Ran has never seen hair, nails, and blood when she has seen Nikelle or Ms.

Both look at the results with a higher attitude.

Ni Kailei, Qin Ran still don't know much.

Ms. Thorn, Qin Ran was replaced by a river like a 'destiny'.

"One is looking down from a height."

"The other is..."

"Jump up and look outside the wall?"

Qin Ran commented.

The pros and cons of both are identifiable at a glance.

The former is extremely easy, and you can look at the whole situation at a glance, while the latter needs to do everything in its power. Not only do you need to be 'jumping' high enough, but you also need the ‘wall’, not too high.

As a prophet recognized by the 'herders' and the families.

The strength is obviously still there.

After about one minute of this state, the other party subsided, and although his face was pale, he was still normal and able to speak freely.

"I saw something."

"not much."

"But it can be proved that Victor is an adult!"

The voice of the prophet is not high, but under the silence, all the people are clearly heard.

"Framed?"

"Not his layout?"

"Not the treasure house that he stole?"

There are a lot of discussions around, even the Missy of the Turquoise family is also looking at it.

Because, according to Qin Ran's inference at the time, there was no one except Victor.

How is this going?

The Missy of the Songshi family looked at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran shook his head and said that he did not know.

I really don't know how this prophet came to this conclusion.

What did the other party really see?

Still in the mouth of Hukou?

Judging from the fact that the other party can gain the trust of the ‘herders’ and the families, the former is undoubtedly more worthy of conviction, just... all this is done by him.

Did the other party see...he?

Qin Ran's face did not change a little bit, and the eyes looked calmly at the prophet.

And the prophet continued to say as if he had no intention:

"Victorians did not steal the treasure house of the ring city, and did not steal the private library of the three kings."

"It's all an unknown black hand."

"They are doing it very secretly..."

"I can only see this thread, and the rest, I can't see it."

After that, the prophet remained silent.

The people around are also silent.

After a while, some people, strangers, and weirdness left quietly.

They, they chased Victor, for the wealth of the ring, now there is no, naturally there is no need to stay.

The only difference is that some people, weirdness are quietly leaving, and some are apologizing to Victor, and then they leave.

For example, the Turquoise family.

"I am sorry, Victor."

"We should not doubt you."

The butler has always expressed his guilty to Victor.

Victor was very calm and waved his hand.

He lost his memory and couldn't remember what happened. As long as he is still able to live in a calm, non-dangerous life, that is the best.

Already got it, what else can he expect?

It would be better if you could find the memory!

In this regard, Victor looked at Qin Ran with confidence.

The Miss Tai of the Songshi family got together at Qin Ran this time.

"You seem to be stronger!"

“Awakened part of the ability or memory?”

Turquoise is inquiring.

Qin Ran did not answer, so I looked at each other so faintly.

This made the lady very unnaturally twisted her body.

She always felt that there was an invisible big hand to grab her neck.

It’s hard to bear.

Also made her a little shame.

"Humph!"

"You are as annoyed as you are awakened."

"You should learn from your brother, otherwise no woman will like you."

With a cold sigh, the Miss Song of the Songshi family walked out quickly.

After apologizing again, I quickly followed up.

As the largest family in several cities around, the departure of the Songshi family naturally represents a very strong signal. Those who are still unwilling to wait, the people who are still watching, the weird, finally dissipated.

Soon, the premise of the restaurant left Qin Ran and his party, Anna, Wyrick and the prophet.

Qin Ran looked at Anna, Wyrick, and the prophet.

Obviously, they still have something to say.

“Is there any secret?”

Anna asked.

"No."

The prophet shook his head.

"As if literally said?"

Anna asked again.

"Ok."

"It’s literally said."

The prophet nodded.

call.

There was no abnormality in the scope of competence, which made Anna feel a long sigh of relief. His face was filled with joy and stepped forward to Victor. He said very simply:

"That's great, Victor!"

"Sure enough, not you!"

"Reassured, I will make people restore your reputation."

The sincerity in Anna’s words infected Victor, even though Victor did not care at this time, he showed a smile.

Then Anna, Wyrick and the prophet left.

"If you have delayed other people's business, shouldn't you give extra compensation?"

Li Jiajia, who was leaving the other party, said very rudely.

"Should it be counted here?"

Victor pointed to the box.

"This is yesterday's compensation, and today's obvious is not."

Li Jiajia said very rudely.

The right side of the piece, nodded in favor of it.

"Yes."

"Those guys are doing this messy, we have to clean up before we can open."

"I don't want our guests to get something bad here."

Ms. Ghost's righteous words express her position.

Victor scratched his head.

Even if there is no memory, he feels that he should shut up.

Subconsciously, Victor looked at Qin Ran. He wanted to ask Qin Ran what to do today. At this time, Victor discovered that Qin Ran disappeared unconsciously.

"Where is the temple going down?"

Asked Victor.

"The boss spends most of his time."

"Besides sitting in the evening, the rest is the teacher."

“We need to clean up here and go buy some ingredients – the teacher and the ingredients suppliers have already said it, even in the afternoon, we will leave the freshest to us.”

Li Jiajia said naturally.

Victor, who just joined, nodded to the right.

......

Wyrick was sitting in the driver's seat, Anna was in the co-pilot, and the prophet was sitting in the back row.

Cold sweat can not escape from the forehead's forehead.

His hand trembled unconsciously.

why?

Why is there such a terrible existence?

In this ‘abandoned land’, how could such a terrible existence occur?

He asked himself unconsciously.

Every time he asks, his heart twitches.

The pain spread unconsciously.

He felt that he was about to suffocate.

A touch of warmth appeared beside me, and the prophet looked up and looked at Anna, who had a soft silk in her hand, and her face was grateful.

"Thank you, thank you."

The prophet said hard.

"this is what we are supposed to do."

"After all, you have to predict that we have saved many disputes."

“The same, we need to think about your body.”

Anna said in a positive color.

As one of the top leaders of the grazing, Anna is very clear about the prophecy of the prophet, what is consumed by the divination, and what it is.

If it is not because of Victor's affairs, he will never ask for help.

He is not a person who ignores the lives of others.

Even if he gave enough rewards.

"Thank you."

The prophet thanked him again, but he buried his heart in his ‘speaking shadow.’

As Anna turned her head and looked forward, the prophet bowed his head slightly and hid her.

He, don't want to say.

Yes, can't say.

Once said.

Not only can he not live, but anyone who hears this news can't live.

"Put me in the church."

"I need to go to an old friend to cultivate."

The prophet said openly.

"Ok."

Wyricke nodded and left and turned.

There are not a few churches in Ai, but the oldest one that can be mentioned by the prophet is that the other is taken care of by an unknown old man.

The other is neither a **** nor a priest, but a monk-like existence.

After the grazing person investigated several times and confirmed that the other party was not in danger, he gave permission to the other party to act freely.

The car drove into a secluded alley.

A stone-like building was printed in the eyes of Wyrick.

Not a person's impression of a steeple or dome church.

It is a flat-top, residential-like building.

In fact, apart from the candlelights and similar idols that have never been destroyed in the building, there is nothing to do with the church.

Refused Anna's support, the prophet walked out of the car.

"I will immediately deposit the reward into your account."

"What else do you have to tell?"

Anna asked very politely.

"Anna, I suggest you go to the northern suburbs of Ai."

“There are people you have been looking for recently.”

The prophet said with a smile.

"I have always wanted to find someone?"

After Anna’s glimpse, she asked with joy.

"Is my attending physician?"

"Thank you so much!"

After seeing the prophet nod, Anna thanked him and immediately got on the bus, indicating that Wyrick was going to the northern suburbs.

Looking at the direction in which the car disappeared, the prophet sighed and stepped up and walked into the church.

His old friend is testing the only platform. After seeing him, there is a hint of gloom on the old face. Then, it is an inexplicable sense of despair.

"You also noticed?"

Asked the monk.

"Ok."

"So, I am here."

The prophet said.

"You shouldn't come."

The monk put down the sweeping tool and went to the front of the platform. So he went down and prayed a few times in a low voice. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the image of the god. He also pointed to the hidden candlelight. In the middle, the one that was extinguished.

The prophet saw the cracked idol and the candle that would not have been extinguished at a glance.

The other person's face changed again.

Even the six gods have no ownership.

"How to do?"

"What should I do?"

The prophet whispered.

It is both asking the monks and asking yourself.

But neither the monk nor the self, there is no answer, only to look at the image.

This is a somewhat abstract, humanoid image.

Originally there should be a solemn sense of beauty, but from the middle of the crack, running through the gap of the entire statue, but let this solemn beauty disappear.

Even the only magic that has disappeared is gone.

"Do you see him, her, it or Him?"

Asked the monk.

"Ok."

"Hell, abyss, and the atmosphere of the dead are mixed."

"The devil lord, the demon lord, and the undead master are all possible."

"can……"

"I have seen other!"

The prophet said this, his body trembled.

"other?"

The monk twisted his head.

"The darkness has no marginal monsters!"

"Let the world's evil powers fall!"

"The unpredictable fate of death!"

The prophet trembled as soon as he said it. After the story, the whole person seemed to collapse. The monk raised his hand on the other's head and prayed in a low voice.

For a long while, the prophet returned to God.

"It shouldn't be this time!"

"The old **** is already decaying."

"The gods have left."

"There is no attraction here!"

"Why is it coming?"

Prophet

"Maybe this is fate?"

"clam down."

"We can't stop it, and we don't have the ability to interfere, so let's wait quietly."

"Looking is the end?"

“Are you still starting?”

The monk monk said calmly.

However, immediately this kind of calm, was interrupted by sneer.

"I don't want to know what to end or start!"

"I just want to know..."

"Where is my treasure going?"

Black, luxurious costumes, wearing a crown with enamel gems, the king stepped closer to here.

When he was about to enter the chapel, the bitter monk who had always been indifferent stood up. He whispered:

"Leave here, the best!"

Along with such a low drink, the secret texts of the entire chapel's walls emerged, with golden brilliance, gathered into an invisible force, refusing to enter the king.

"Humph."

"If the stone doesn't break, you can stop me."

"But it broke!"

"What do you stop me?"

The king said dismissively.

Then, he saw the pale-stricken monk, saw the prophet who had just subsided, and collapsed again to burst into tears.

Suddenly, the king of the king became more and more disdainful.

It has long been known about the horror here, but it has not been expected to decline to such an extent.

However, soon the king of the king found something wrong.

The pale-stricken monk has been watching it behind.

The prophet who collapsed into crying squinted, but the scope of sight should be behind him.

But how is this possible?