The Last Train to Hell

Duanmei's words made me a little sad, but it was hard for me to refute him.

Compared to others, I was indeed more of a stumbling block. Not only could I not provide much help, but I also caused him trouble.

Carrying me with you is like carrying a burden with you.

I don’t want to admit it, no one wants to be seen as a waste or a stumbling block?

But this was obviously not a good time to argue with him, so I had no choice but to acquiesce to the fact that I was a burden.

I ran all the way to the church door. When I stood at the church door, I realized something was wrong.

Normally, churches play a vital role in the Western mythology system.

It's like Buddhism spread in the land of China and many temples were built.

But the magnificent righteousness in the temple makes people feel very comfortable.

But when I arrived at the door of the church, not only did I not feel comfortable, I also felt terrible and cold all over.

It's like the dark wind blowing outside the church. This kind of dark wind usually only appears in places where spirits are haunted.

And it has to be formed when many spirits appear at the same time.

"What should I do if something doesn't go right? Do you want to go in?"

I asked in a low voice. Duanmei was surrounded by foreigners, so they probably didn’t understand what the two of us were talking about.

He frowned, and it could be seen that Duanmei was also a little worried.

The situation inside has exceeded both of our expectations.

Who would have thought that the church that was supposed to be a holy and bright place would actually be blowing gusty winds.

Even the dark wind blowing towards my face was really daunting.

I saw from the crack in the door that there were many people sitting inside the church, as if they were listening to the old man above.

As for what the old man said, I couldn't understand it, not even a word.

And when I looked at the old man talking above, I felt a little hazy.

It's impossible to see his true face in Lushan clearly, it must be because he is too far away.

If we could go in and sit in the front, it would be easier for Duanmei and I to see the entire church.

Duanmei didn't ask my opinion, he just pushed the door open a crack and ducked in. I couldn't let him in alone.

We can only follow him and go in together.

Although the movement of the two of us entering was not small, it did not disturb those who were immersed in the speech.

None of them opened their eyes and looked back at me and Duanmei.

This made me and him breathe a sigh of relief, but the cold and sticky breath that followed, as well as the gray threads floating in the air, made it difficult for me to accept.

The gray silk thread is obviously what is formed by the gathering of Yin Qi.

It shouldn't be here at all. How could I not be surprised to see this thing here now.

I raised my eyebrows, leaned into his ear, and spoke in a very weak voice.

"The yin energy is in a thread, something is wrong here."

This was me once again emphasizing that something was wrong here. Duanmei nodded now, and I knew from his expression that he must have taken what I said to heart.

Since he listened, it didn't matter.

Duanmei is much more cautious than me. If anything happens to me, he won't let himself get into trouble.

I still have confidence in him, but what will the two of us do next?

Looking back at the surroundings, I discovered that the two candles next to the two doors were actually lamp stands made of human corpses.

Although there are no traces of corpses anymore, I have learned something for so long.

If you can't even see this, wouldn't it be a discredit to Yizhuang?

Duan Mei saw me standing there without moving, so he followed me and looked at the two lamp holders.

Regarding these two lamp holders, there is nothing else we two don’t understand.

In the entire church, most of the seemingly very large objects are made of these bones.

Moreover, they are all the bones of people who died violently, so the church must be actually the lair of spirits.

Even though I was thinking this, I still didn't dare to make too much noise, lest I alarm the people here.

When I lowered my head just now, I discovered that there seemed to be something underground.

But through the thick floor, the feeling is not very profound.

In fact, when I went abroad, I discovered one thing. Skills that have been suppressed at home can actually be displayed several times more powerfully.

It also proves one thing to me from the side, Qingping Sword is here.

If I hadn't been here, I wouldn't have been able to show my abilities several times over.

I just don’t know if Qingping Sword is in this church. What if we take out the compass and play with it in front of so many people?

It was obvious that we were telling people that there was a problem between the two of us.

Although I think they may have guessed it, or they may not have experienced anything like it now, but it was all deliberately prepared for us.

But you still have to pretend not to know and cooperate with the rules of the game.

The two of us carefully walked to the middle of the church, found two empty seats next to each other, and sat down to observe everyone around us.

It seemed like some kind of spell had been cast on them, something wasn't quite right anyway.

As for the person who cast the spell, he should be the old man who was thinking about it.

Now I was much closer to him, and I could see his face clearly.

What surprised me but also took me for granted was the red light flashing behind him.

The scarlet light was terrifying, and there was a bit of black energy in the light.

Generally, this kind of red light can only be seen on the most vicious people.

Therefore, the priest who wears divine robes and pretends to be benevolent and loving is completely a bad person.

Or maybe he is an evil spirit in human skin. I don’t know if this is the right explanation.

But judging from the situation, it should be like this. I gently touched Duanmei’s arm with my elbow.

I guess he should have noticed something was wrong with the priest a long time ago.

It's a pity that I can't communicate with him now that he's on his territory.

So as not to alert the enemy and put yourself in danger.

The prerequisite for getting back the Qingping Sword is to protect the safety of both of us first.

If the two of us can't even guarantee our lives, how can we talk about getting the Qingping Sword back?

Soon the speech ended, and everyone in the church woke up from a dream.

I sat here and watched them leave, and I even saw a young man with the same face as me, a girl.

After much deliberation, I decided to start with this girl. At least there wouldn't be any major problems with language communication.

I followed her out of the church.

After leaving the church, he walked up to her and asked in a low voice,

"Are you from China? Can you understand me?"

Duan Mei can at least speak a few words in a foreign language, but I know nothing about foreign languages.

So now I can only speak in plain English and ask people if they can understand me.