Invincible priest, out of the courtroom

Rorschach scoffed at this, and directly threw the manual into the trash can.

However, when returning to the church, he deliberately took a detour, passing by the Monastery of Blindness and Mercy by 'coincidentally', and looked at the exquisite, grand and beautiful cathedral, and the endless stream of believers in front of it.

It's really... I'm so envious...

I also want to work hard to save money, and exchange it for a beautiful cathedral for Lady Avia!

Rorschach clenched his fist secretly.

........................

The airport of the City of Oracles has once again returned to its usual bustle and hustle and bustle. Airships from all over the world traveled back and forth, bringing batch after batch of passengers.

Among them was a young man who looked particularly eye-catching, with a handsome appearance, a purple suit and green hair, he was very coquettish and charming, and looked much more dazzling than the honest and rustic Rorschach.

Sure enough, a few steps after he walked out of the airport, a young, beautiful, hot-dressed girl came over and gave him a wink.

"Do you need a tour guide, sir?"

"Of course, my sweet little lamb."

The girl smiled sweetly, and took the initiative to embrace the other party's arm. The man also naturally hugged her slender waist, and introduced himself:

"My name is Shudram, an artist. I don't know what kind of wonderful inspiration the City of Oracles can bring me?"

"Please come with me~ Charming gentleman."

The two hooked up just like that, like a couple in love, they walked shoulder to shoulder and visited several scenic spots in the city. After dark, they came to a luxurious hotel and walked in as a matter of course. , opened a deluxe room.

As soon as the door was closed, the man who called himself Sudrum couldn't wait to hug the girl from behind, sniffed her neck and shoulders lightly, and praised:

"Sweet and delicious little lamb..."

As he said that, he began to attack others, looking impatient.

The girl didn't have any resistance, she just squinted her eyes slightly, smiled charmingly, and let her do whatever she wanted.

Even when the other party took out a certificate of extraordinary affairs management from her body, she still maintained this appearance of letting you pick it.

Sudrum threw the certificate away, and couldn't help laughing:

"The City of Oracles is such a generous and delicious place, don't you think?"

The girl in his arms remained motionless and did not respond.

But he was not speaking to her, but was asking about six other people in this luxurious room.

"Shudram! You're under arrest!"

"Let go of her!"

In the corners, ceilings, bedsides, doors, windows, and balconies, six figures in black uniforms and cartoon masks slowly emerged, holding short knives, matchlock guns, beast skulls and other fancy weapons in their hands. , blocking all paths.

But Sudrum, who was surrounded by heavy siege, suddenly laughed. He laughed extraordinarily excitedly and madly. His body was trembling uncontrollably, and he even shed tears. He still shouted loudly:

"How generous! How delicious! I just... love it here!"

So after just a few minutes...

There are seven more portraits in the luxurious room, naked, and they are posing in various poses such as dancing, running, meditating, praying, etc. They look vivid and very dynamic, as if they will come alive in the next second.

There are also various expressions on their faces, such as joy, excitement, sadness, calm, etc. They look lifelike and lifelike, as if they are still alive, but they are motionless, even their breathing and heartbeat have disappeared.

Only the tears kept gushing from the eye sockets, and two tear marks were drawn on the face, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, there was nothing he could do except weeping.

They are all superhuman beings of the Authority.

And the target they plan to deal with is currently picking out vinyl records one by one, and then choose the most favorite one from them and put it on the phonograph.

A melodious melody suddenly sounded in the room.

Sudrum picked up a glass of red wine and danced to the melody. The dance steps were chaotic and completely out of tune, like a hysterical man in madness.

He stepped on the dance steps and walked slowly to a desk, on which a series of divination supplies such as incense, candles, and flowers of various colors were prepared, as well as a few pages of letter paper and a metal multi-sided dice.

Sudrum held the red wine in one hand, grabbed the dice in the other hand, kept shaking it in his hand, and then asked loudly:

"Where is 0-005?"

After that, he threw the multi-sided dice on the table.

In the next second, half of his head suddenly fell off, and the part above the nose was gone, leaving only a bloody section, as if it had been removed by an invisible force.

"Hmm... it hurts a little?"

Sudrum muttered something in a low voice with the rest of his mouth.

Undertaker: Chapter 60 60. What happened?

Sudrum was still holding the red wine, stepping on crazy dance steps, shaking his head for a while, a pile of wool-like granulation gushed out from the port of half of his head, wriggling and growing crazily, and in just two or three minutes, he re-weaved the missing pieces. half of his head.

And the portrait in the room posing for reciting poetry also collapsed on the ground and huddled into a ball, as if its bones had been removed, leaving only a layer of wrinkled skin and soft flesh.

Sudrum then took out a pen from the pocket of the purple suit, and wrote a few words on the letter paper on the table:

'The merry-go-round, the birds soaring, the cold, the evening bells. '

He looked at these unrelated and meaningless words and laughed.

"After all, it is a Level 0 Sealed Artifact, and the interference is very serious, but it's okay, let's do it again."

After that, he picked up the metal multi-sided dice again, shook it in his hand, and asked in his mouth:

"How do I meet 0-005?"

The moment he threw the dice, his chest suddenly exploded, spraying out a large amount of blood and debris, staining the desk in front of him in a mess.

At the horrible wound on his chest, he could still see things that looked like ribs writhing crazily, with remnants of flesh and nerves still hanging on them, as if he opened a hideous mouth and waited food.

But a few minutes later, the terrible injury recovered again.

Then another portrait fell down in the room. The skin on the surface showed black and red scorched marks, as if it had been completely scorched.

Sudrum picked up the pen again, and wrote down a few more inexplicable keywords on the blood-stained and residue-stained letter paper.

He kept doing [divination] in this way, and every question he asked would cause him to suffer from all kinds of horrible and strange traumas, but he could always recover miraculously, and then write down a series of key words.

This is a way that normal fortune-tellers can't even imagine. Any question in it will lead to terrible death, and even more terrible madness.

But Sudrum was not only not dead, he was not crazy either.

Or maybe, he was already crazy.

If one of the great advantages of orthodox religions lies in being upright and dignified, then one of the great advantages of cults lies in their insidiousness and viciousness and this kind of [divination] that goes against common sense.

But [divination] always needs to pay a price. Of the seven lifelike portraits in the room, only two are left intact, and the rest have become indescribable residues.

But Sudrum picked up the multi-sided dice for the sixth time, but asked another question:

"What will happen to me next?"

The moment the multi-sided dice was thrown, an invisible force descended from the sky, crushing him into a mosaic pattern on the carpet, which was scarlet and messy.

But only 10 minutes later, his figure slowly emerged from the pile of mosaics.

He didn't write any more key words, but just murmured in a low voice:

"Ocean, light, fire..."

Then, he laughed crazily, as if he had obtained a clear [divination] result, he couldn't help shouting loudly:

"Shanibutaxia, my next trip will be smooth!"

"I really, really love this city!"

After all, Sudrum continued to step on the dance steps, walked out of the room, came to the window sill, and then jumped down directly, falling freely from a distance of more than ten floors.

Finally, with a 'chirp' sound, it fell into a pile of mud on the street in a very exaggerated way.

But then, as if he couldn't bear to destroy the urban environment, the mud piled into the nearby sewer and disappeared completely.

Shudram left just like that, seemingly forgetting that there was still the last portrait left in the room.

That is also the most beautiful one, the tour guide girl he met when he got off the airship, posing in a dancing pose, brisk and elegant.

When the reinforcements from the Extraordinary Affairs Administration finally arrived and forced the door open, there was still time to admire her graceful dance.

But only for a second...

A second later, the last portrait exploded, and together with the reinforcements who rushed into the room, a large expanse of blood was sprayed out, dyeing the entire luxurious room scarlet, like a bloody hell.

On the original white wall, only a few gaps were not stained by blood, and a short sentence was spelled out just right:

"The sweetest must be saved for last"

........................

"Emmmmmm, why do you always feel a little restless?"

Luo Xiahui is currently practicing magic in the basement, while the girl in red is holding plasticine not far away, without disturbing each other and living in harmony.

But Rorschach still felt inexplicably confused, and even practicing divine arts couldn't make him feel at ease.

"Could it be... I think she's getting more and more beautiful?"

He muttered in a low voice, and secretly glanced at the girl in red who looked like a delicate doll.

It is true that the more you look at it, the better it looks, she is the kind of very attractive beautiful girl.

Luo Xia breathed a sigh of relief, and simply turned his back, not looking any further.

But why is my heart still a little fuzzy?

He rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers, causing a dull hair to stand on top of his head.

Then he kept adjusting the direction and angle of Dumao, trying to see if he could hear something.

As a result, I heard a lot of radio news?

"A large-scale serial car accident suddenly occurred near the No. 5 station in Xiacheng District. It is estimated that hundreds of people were injured or injured. Martial law has been imposed on the surrounding streets. For safety reasons, please stay away..."

"A sudden gas explosion on Zibaihe Avenue in Shangcheng District. The number of casualties is still being counted. Martial law has been imposed on the surrounding blocks. For safety reasons, please stay away..."

"A sudden toxic gas leak from a chemical plant in the outer city area. Relevant experts are dealing with it urgently. Martial law has been imposed on the surrounding neighborhoods. For safety reasons, please stay away..."

"A mass shooting somewhere in the outer city..."

He might not believe it, but in the short period of time Rorschach was playing with Dumao, he heard more than 20 accidents that happened in various urban areas and areas.

Although the number of casualties ranged from 100 to a few, all were sealed off under martial law to keep people away.

What's more, at the beginning, it seemed that they were all accidents that sounded scary, but later on, they were prevaricated with such messy reasons as 'humanitarian crisis', 'family property dispute' and 'marriage and relationship disagreement'.

It felt like I was running out of excuses.

"What's wrong? Is it the end of the world?"

Rorschach asked with a puzzled look.

The point is, he doesn't have a clue about these things either, feeling beyond his own knowledge.

======

Thanks to the book friend Miracle Snow Mountain for sending the salted fish stab! ! !

Undertaker: Chapter 61 61. Be careful

"Forget it, go to bed early, I have received a lot of orders today, and I will be busy in the next two days."

Since he had no idea, Rorschach stopped thinking about it and became a qualified clergyman who obeyed the zeroth commandment.

He even chanted the zeroth commandment involuntarily:

"Don't think too much, don't ask too much;"

"What should be known is all falsehood, what is unknown is all madness..."

The Zero Commandment was supposed to be a three-paragraph motto. I don’t know why, but the priests now generally remember the first paragraph?

Rorschach shook his head, and then really went back to his room to sleep.

He still has three funerals to attend tomorrow, and two more the day after tomorrow, so the business is booming.

These are all new orders he received after returning to church at noon today.