I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 173 Small Town Secret
"Keep an eye on J.C.?"

Melanie told the message sent back by the church to the three church members who were waiting for instructions. After hearing it, everyone showed a look of ignorance, but naturally they could not question or disobey the order of the leader. , So they all honestly replied that they knew it.

And the newly joined church member John Watson stepped forward to replace the position directly in front of the cross, gently patted the sacred drum, and passed on: "Wait a minute, please tell Mr. Winfreys, Ilk The residents in the small town of Smouth seem to have great malice for us outsiders for unknown reasons, and perhaps in the next time, it will cause some hindrance to our search of the surrounding area."

"So I would like to ask, if these mortal townspeople have hindered our actions... Can we use violence against them? If so, how much damage can we cause?"

After a while, the human skin Dharma drum, which seemed to overlap with the bright full moon, vibrated on its own. The sound of "dong-dong-dong" can be answered according to Professor Melanie's solution.

"Mr. Winfreys said that as long as you can find the library of the Cowell Hotel and get the treasure in it...everything in this town can disappear."

Watson nodded slightly, patted the Dharma drum and responded: "Understood, I have no other questions."

He looked around at the other three church members. After hearing the leader's reply, everyone's faces showed a kind of joy that had been suppressed for a long time and could finally be released. They nodded frequently without any doubt, so tonight's communication was That's it.

After clearing away the footsteps and mana traces left on the beach, the esoteric believers of the Crossroads dispersed under the cover of night—just as they went out separately when they left the hotel, they would naturally turn back separately when they returned to the hotel.

Moreover, acting in a decentralized way is more helpful to search for the specific location of the library, and it is also more conducive to the person who finds the library to fully take the credit for the results of this trip on himself, without having to share it with the other three.

However, Watson looked at the backs of the three colleagues leaving. He seemed to feel in the moth's vision that the deformed sarcomas on the chests of the three people were pulsing extremely excitedly, as if their souls and bodies were also cheering and jumping for joy, and they couldn't wait. They want to use the lives of those ignorant mortals in the town to practice their own principles and release the heterogeneous desires that are almost suffocated and explode because they have been living underground in the hospital for a long time!
He seemed to be able to distinguish from the movements and words of the three of them the sound of grinding teeth of wild beasts before hunting. It was the roar of their uncontrollable hunger. This intention was so obvious that it almost came from each person's voice. The rhythm of the heart fills and releases.

Watson shook his head slightly. He felt that this operation might be messed up because of the question he just asked...but this was exactly the result he wanted.

He was the last one to leave, but when he was about to leave, the moth in his skull began to flutter slightly, and some kind of indescribable spark of inspiration bloomed in his heart.

Watson looked up at the nearby cliffs, and his line of sight spread upwards from the reefs washed by the waves, along the jagged cliffs that were difficult to climb with bare hands.

He saw a small stone platform protruding below the top of the cliff, and there seemed to be a narrow cliff path leading back to the hotel... Could that be the entrance to the library?Did the hotel owner move the library to the interior of the cliff?
Watson felt that this possibility was not too high. It stands to reason that if the hotel owner wanted to hide it, he would not have left such obvious features as the cliff path and the abrupt stone platform. This was something that even a foreigner like him, who had just arrived, could spot it. The special place is too conspicuous... If the other party really wants to hide it, he should move the library to a dangerous place that is difficult for mortals to find and enter.

He looked at the dark cliff that seemed to be caressed by the light of the silver moon, and it was as unshakable as Mount Tai under the beating of the waves, like a general in black armor guarding the coastline.

"According to Winfrey Morgan, this cliff will collapse in five days... But it seems that the mountain of the cliff is very solid at present. It feels like even if heavy artillery is dragged in, it will take several waves of bombardment. The shock caused the cliff to fall off and collapse."

"And he also mentioned that the entire town will be submerged by raging waves... Could it be that a large tsunami will erupt in five days' time?"

"Who is J.C? Is he a resident of the town? Are there other secret messengers hidden in this remote town?"

"Winfres asked us to meet all J.C's requirements and never make him angry... It sounds like a flattering tone. Could it be that this unknown J.C is actually an extremely powerful secret agent?" The messenger? Even Winfrey had to try to curry favor with the other party?"

Watson still couldn't control his cranky thoughts. Ever since he left Crossroads Hospital and came to this remote and dilapidated town that couldn't be found on the map, he felt that his spirit seemed to be very active, and his emotions were far worse than Usually higher, but this does not seem to be the invigorating effect of the pulsation of the heart, but the influence of other factors.

Is there any other secret hidden in the land under his feet?

Watson felt as if he was getting closer and closer to something mysterious and incomprehensible, so much so that the pineal gland in his head seemed to be beating slightly. The answer, mystery, truth or other things seemed to be coming soon. .

He felt that he might need to explore the town carefully to find the secrets hidden in it, and maybe he could get something far more valuable than the treasures in the library that Winfreys mentioned during this trip.

Thinking so, he withdrew his eyes from the cliff, turned around and walked towards the dark shadow in the distance that even the moonlight could not drive.

After all the four guests left, Sebastian, who was lying on the edge of the stone platform, let out a long breath of relief. His heart, which was beating slowly for unknown reasons, also began to return to normal heart rate, and the pump accelerated. With the blood flowing and circulating, the abnormally cold body began to warm up gradually.

The young man slowly eased off the windbreaker covering his head and draped it back over his shoulders. He felt a headache that seemed to burst when he was listening to the faint sound of drumming just now, so he had to endure the cold and took off his coat to cover his forehead. Covering his ears tightly with both palms, he felt that the severe jumping pain in his skull was relieved.

And after the four guests dispersed, he even felt the pain in his head completely disappear, as if that bizarre headache had never happened before.

It was making him more determined - his anomaly just now must have been initiated by witnessing the weird behavior of the guests.

"Did these guests just hold some kind of terrible cult ceremony at the beach?"

"Could it be that they are trying to use that terrifying drumming sound to summon some kind of indescribable monster or evil god sealed under the sea?"

"But they clearly didn't succeed ... or did."

Sebastian looked at the back of the last guest who also slowly disappeared into the darkness, and he had a premonition that this unreal figure should belong to that Mr. John.

"Perhaps, I should try to communicate with Mr. John, and see if I can find out the secret of their visit to the town?"

(End of this chapter)