Be dragged into the room by the succubus

anger!

Grief!

From Ning Feng's body exuded a sense of oppression that distorted the atmosphere.

The chill in the church was forcibly dispelled, filled with fiery anger.

There were no tears, but there was an unquenchable anger flowing in the burning blood-colored pupils.

Looking at the pastor, Ning Feng roared silently with his eyes!

He is roaring.

He is accusing the injustice of the gods.

Curse the gods to sleep forever!

Obviously compared to the priest, Ning Feng's strength is so weak, but his anger has filled the huge gap.

At this moment, Ning Feng's aura firmly suppressed the priest!

He questioned the pastor:

"Have you ever thought about what we believers are to the gods!?"

"Believers are the lambs of the gods? Pastors are servants who shepherd the believers for the gods? But do they really care what we think?"

Gradually, during the performance, Ning Feng not only thought of the remaining angel, but also Li Tiandu.

I remembered the rebellious relative.

Yes, it was indeed Ning Feng who cut off the adoptive father's head.

But are they the only ones who lead all this to that?

What about the god who tempted Li Tiandu to fall?

Until the end, until he was completely destroyed, he didn't make a move. What did the great being who watched him do?

He did nothing.

just watch.

Watching mortals fight and struggle.

Watch them raise their knives against each other among their loved ones.

Does He care about the feelings of believers?

Raising his hand, Ning Feng grabbed the pastor's front lapel, ignoring the smell and coldness on his body, and raised his head to get close to him.

An almost distorted voice squeezed out of his throat, and he said word by word:

"The Lord doesn't care!"

Never cared.

"He no longer answers our prayers and cares for us believers..."

"Give up illusions! We've been thrown away as scrap."

"We didn't betray the Lord, the Lord betrayed us."

The rage and madness gradually dissipated, and the room became quiet again, but some things could not be changed back to the past.

The atmosphere in the room has been completely changed.

The right to speak has been firmly held by Ning Feng!

"You ask me if I have faith?"

Ning Feng wasn't crying, but anyone could feel the unspeakable pain in his eyes.

"I have no faith now."

"Do you accept this answer?"

……

……

When others are fleeing in embarrassment, Ning Feng's perspective is particularly... prominent.

So weird.

Except for some contestants who chose to remain hidden, Ning Feng's perspective here is the most stable, but it is also the weirdest.

He was actually telling stories to the undead?

As Ning Feng's performance started, the audience who followed his live broadcast gradually poured in, and the barrage became more and more.

"Kiss me! Don't hesitate, kiss me after so long!"

"Damn it! Is it acting? Or is it real?"

"It must be acting, look at how wickedly he smiled before! But I love it so much!"

"Why is his style of painting always different from others? Can anyone tell me why?"

"When he was an ordinary person, he killed wolves by hand. When he was an awakened person, he started telling stories to monsters...Is he poisonous? Hahahaha."

"Actor! What a superb acting skill, almost no trace of performance can be seen, our company is very interested in signing him!"

"Take it easy, don't you find that priest is the strongest undead that has ever appeared? Is no one really paying attention!?"

Although the power of the undead priest is only revealed sporadically, the audience watching the live broadcast can better discover the specialness of the other party.

Ning Feng couldn't detect how the other party appeared, but the audience was different, they clearly witnessed the whole process of the other party's appearance.

The moment Ning Feng turned his head, a huge black shadow flowed out of the door like water, and finally stopped by his window.

The whole process was silent, not even a little noise or fluctuation was caused.

Powerful and extremely dangerous.

And in the face of such an existence, it was too late for others to run, and this guy actually took the initiative to run into other people's lair?

He even picked up other people's clothes from the top during the performance! ?

Young man, you are really perverted!

Are you really not afraid that the undead priest will slap you to pieces?

"He ran away from others, and almost knocked out his brains. He is talking... about love?"

"There's something wrong with you, why do you take this priest as an attackable target?"

"That's what I said, but the pastor didn't say that it can't be [target], I always have to try."

"You, please calm down! There is a new situation on his side!"

……

……

The performance was almost over, Ning Feng let go of the deformed skirt of the pastor's grip, and the emotion on his face quickly subsided.

But instead of returning to the kindness that had been on his face before, he turned into indifference.

Like a monster that has taken off its disguise, showing its most essential vicious self.

"It's the same as what I said at the beginning... I don't want to have anything to do with gods and beliefs."

His eyes were icy cold, Ning Feng stared at the pastor, and said indifferently:

"I'm sorry, if you hadn't come to me at that time, I wouldn't have said this."

"Thank you for your hospitality tonight, but I don't think I'm the kind of believer you expect to develop..."

"I've lost my temper tonight, so I'll take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, Ning Feng turned around and strode towards the door.

After mastering the rhythm of the conversation, Ning Feng did not intend to further control the discourse power of the entire conversation.

He chose to take a step back first.

If you want to catch, you will let it go.

The heartbeat, pace, and body movements have been strictly adjusted, and they are exactly the same as they should be at this moment.

A gentleman who usually restrains his heart and hides his heart with a smile, but will burst out at any time when his heart is touched.

The outward appearance is crazy, but Ning Feng's heart is really calm, and he even has the mind to examine his actions just now.

"Is the acting a little too hard? No... it's probably just right."

The other party is a fanatic, and the general argument is useless. This level of strong medicine should be just enough to calm the other party down.

"Now, let's see if I'm right."

Ning Feng did not believe that now that all the gods are sleeping, the faith of the priest who has not received a response will remain the same.

And the undead priest in front of him, could he feel the special existence of the gods?

He doesn't believe it.

Then, after receiving no response from the gods, the priest's faith will definitely be tested.

One is called time, the most cruel and merciless test in the world.

If there is no response for a long time, will he still believe that he is a child favored by the gods?

Ah.

What about fanatics?

Faith is like this, as long as there is a slight gap, it can be corroded.

Ning Feng was not surprised by this.

Step by step.

Ning Feng, who was thinking, did not stop, and walked towards the door.

Step by step.

Even though he was about to walk to the door, Ning Feng still had no intention of slowing down.

Just when he was one meter away from the door, the pastor's exhausted voice came from behind him:

"...Please wait a moment."

The footsteps stopped but did not look back, Ning Feng turned his back to him and secretly raised the corner of his mouth.

Ning Feng knew.

I bet right again.

The sound of clattering sounded, shadows covered the top of the head, and the tall figure blocked the dim candlelight in the room.

The pastor stared at Ning Feng's back, his eyes full of insect eggs were full of pain, and sighed:

"Regarding Ni's pain, I think we can find a common topic..."

In the melancholy voice containing complex emotions, the priest put his hand on Ning Feng's shoulder.

"It's been a long time... I haven't heard the voice of my lord for a long time."

In the cold room, the pastor and Ning Feng stood silently, both fell into melancholy at the same time.

The pastor was lamenting that he had finally found someone in the same situation as him.

But Ning Feng's thinking is completely different.

He is thinking:

"Hiss! Although the scene is very different..."

"However, if Shirin sees this scene, will she have any unnecessary associations?"

You won't suddenly realize that this is how I was tricked before... Ahem.

Blinking his eyes, Ning Feng prayed silently in his heart.

I pray that Shirin in my family will still be as simple and easy to coax as before.

This is just a trick to play hard to get, smart kids don't want to sit on their own!

"However, according to my understanding of her, it should be unexpected."

Well, that's great.

……

……

Shireen really couldn't think of it.

Apart from the fact that she knew that Ning Feng was catching her before, it was also because she was not watching the live broadcast of Ning Feng's perspective.

At the moment, Shirene is watching another live broadcast.

Flying in from the balcony on the outer layer of the castle, Shireen replaced the invisibility technique and silently changed to the advanced invisibility technique.

Compared with the invisibility technique that can only cover the outside of the body, the advanced invisibility technique can also hide one's own smell to a certain extent, which is very practical for a spellcaster like her who doesn't have much stealth ability.

Walking in the dusty corridors of the castle, Shirene first admired for a while the gorgeous decorations on the wall, which were very characteristic of the Dark Ages, before turning her head to look at the main hall where the ball was being held.

"Frenzied night."

The dome of the main hall disappeared, and the entire dance floor was exposed under the crimson moon.

A grand ball was being held in the royal palace at the moment, and hundreds of nobles in gorgeous clothes talked and laughed on the dance floor.

The candlesticks were burning with a faint blue light, which made the whole scene more fascinating.

"This is really crazy."

The living are fleeing, roaring and wailing.

And the undead danced on the dance floor, intoxicated by unreal reality.

Through the window of the corridor on the second floor, Shirin looked at the king sitting at the head, and nodded slowly:

"Is that what makes me feel dangerous?"

It has a body that is several times larger than that of an ordinary undead, and on its head is a dilapidated crown that looks very petite compared to its head.

A king wearing golden armor and made of pure bones exists here.

legend.

Although the take-off was weak, Shirin was sure that the opponent's strength had reached Legendary.

Was he a legendary warrior during his lifetime?Or did the resurrection reach this level after a long time?

But whatever the specific reasons, the situation remains the same today.

In the "Star Chaser" competition, a legendary undead king unexpectedly appeared!

"It's crazy."

Xilin is very worried about Ning Feng's safety, but she also believes that her man who is full of secrets will not be cornered at this stage.

And there was only one reason why she would take the initiative to approach this dangerous castle.

Shirin saw Jia Silin who participated in this competition, Sophie who had met once before.

Seeing Sophie being hugged by a lame blond man, passing through the guards of the palace, and walking towards the ball deep in the castle with difficulty step by step...

It's not that I want to help, I don't know Sophie that well.

Shirene just wanted to find some clues from Sophie, who was the legitimate daughter of Jia Silin's family.

Some clues about "What kind of game does Jia Silin's family want to see this time?"

……

……

The night continues.

After going through the worst period of time, the rate of decrease in the number of people gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

Those contestants who were chased by the undead gradually figured out their own methods.

Some people rely on their abilities to find places where there are no one to hide, and some people try to blend into the undead after smearing carrion all over their bodies, and finally some people think of joining forces when they flee together...

Most of these people are successful, but a small number are also failures.

Especially the whimsical guy covered in carrion, who was almost chopped into a pulp by the runaway undead.

Regardless of the tragic situation of most of the contestants, some contestants gradually found their own rhythm.

Andrew, a young man with blue eyes who used to silently watch Ning Feng's back in the crowd, was one of them.

He appeared in the old aristocratic house at the beginning and did not contact anyone. He has been searching in the room silently, trying to find some clues.

Really let him find it.

In the secret room behind the bookshelf, Andrew found a dusty parchment.

It describes the rise and fall of a legendary aristocratic family in unusually gorgeous aristocratic cursive.

As the first-generation family head of the groom, he was appreciated by the founding king because he was the "son of prophecy" chosen by the oracle.

It unfolded a history of promotion that can be called a cool article, and finally sat in the position of the duke, telling a history of aristocratic family fortune for nearly 200 years.

In the end, after the previous generation of patriarchs lost all their property after constant extravagance and pleasure, it stopped.

The author who wrote this book resented the injustice of fate in a tone of hatred and regret.

He hated the previous generation of patriarchs for losing the favor of the gods, but he didn't use any ink to criticize his extravagant behavior, which he took for granted.

In the last few pages of the book, the author spends a lot of space praising the god who no longer favors his family, trying to gain mercy again.

Of course, nothing.

So, the disappointed author finally changed his attitude.

He began to write the curse called 【Prophecy】!

Curse this country that was once favored by the gods, but was abandoned by the gods in the end!

Curse that they will never turn over, curse that they will never be at peace!

Holding the book in his hand, Andrew felt as if he had touched the truth.

"Is the riot outside the window, everything in this country related to the prophecy in this book?"