I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 244 The Hidden Soul of the Dead

Slowly leaning down, Makino reached out and gently closed Jing Xiran's staring eyes.

Feeling the cold touch of the skin on Jing Xiran's forehead, Makino's eyes calmed down into a calm lake.

Taking a look at the hollow in Jing Xiran's chest, it seems that her heart was dug out as the fatal wound that caused her death.

In the daytime, she was still such an unrestrained girl, but in the evening, she became a corpse lying on the cold ground.

Makino couldn't accept it.

On the one hand, the proverbs spoken by the old pope, as if words follow the rules, cannot be changed.

Because of her appearance, Jing Xiran paid the price with her life.

As soon as this idea came out, it lingered in Makino's mind like a dream, and couldn't get rid of it.

In an instant, Makino seemed to be in a daze, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile unconsciously.

Standing behind Makino, Niu Hongji looked at Jing Xiran who had lost his vitality with a gloomy expression.

Niu Hongji still likes this strong little girl very much.

After she fell into the darkness in the small square, Niu Hongji also immediately tried to rescue her.

But the content of the proverbs seems unchangeable, and Jing Xiran's death seems inevitable.

It is true that he is already an eighth-level awakened person, and he is helpless in the face of the darkness that shrouds the small square.

He could only watch helplessly as Jing Xiran was shrouded in darkness.

After sighing, Niu Hongji shifted his gaze to the fence on the small square.

In his line of sight, clusters of scarlet strange mist lingered within the fence.

The audience who were originally sitting in the fence watching the circus performance were like the food of these scarlet mist. At this moment, the scarlet mist had already eaten, and the rest was the "kitchen waste" after their meal.

Looking at the broken bones, leftovers and meat, bloodshot eyeballs and several skins that looked like they were struggling.

Niu Hongji frowned, and his aura suddenly rose.

Seeing this purgatory-like scene, even though he is over a hundred years old and has experienced countless things that are still terrifying now, his emotions can't help but fluctuate.

But when he was about to make a move, his body stopped, and an indescribable strange fluctuation swept through the small square.

From his mental perception, the source of this fluctuation seemed to be emanating from Makino in front of him.

"Mr. Mu?" Niu Hongji opened his mouth, his heart was extremely oppressed, and the hairs on his whole body stood on end after being swept by this wave, as if some great horror was about to strike.

With a weird smile on his lips, Makino turned his head stiffly to look at where Niu Hongji was.

The moment Niu Hongji saw Muye's empty eyes, he took a step back subconsciously. He knew that Muye was not looking at him, but behind him.

But in his perception, there was clearly nothing behind him.

"You're late." Mu Ye looked behind Niu Hongji and said softly.

Hearing this, Niu Hongji turned his head to look behind him. He didn't know why Muye had to speak into the air, or there was really something behind him that he couldn't see or perceive.

"Mr. Mu?" Niu Hongji said again.

Makino glanced at Niu Hongji coldly and ignored him.

In his line of sight, Jing Xiran, who was wearing a pleated skirt, was standing there in a daze, as if waiting for Makino to come to the appointment.

But Makino knew that he didn't see Jing Xiran after he came to the small square.

Perhaps Jing Xiran was delayed by something.

Thinking this way in his heart, Makino slowly paced away from Niu Hongji's body and stood in front of Jing Xiran.

"You don't come here until almost eight o'clock. The circus is over." Makino pointed to the time on his watch and said to Jing Xiran.

"No, I." Jing Xiran was at a loss, "Shouldn't I be dead already?"

"Huh? Dead?" Makino was stunned for a moment, with an indistinct pain on his face, as if his cognition was being distorted, so that everything around him fluctuated accordingly.

Not only the air, but even the stone bricks on the ground distorted, and everything that came into contact with Makino began to distort.

"That's right, shouldn't I be dead already?" Jing Xiran's voice suddenly raised a lot.

She subconsciously realized that she could still speak and see the uncle.

Obviously, after meeting that clown before, he fell into the boundless darkness, fell into the emptiness of consciousness, unable to think or act.

Could it be that the uncle saved himself?
But who is that corpse at Uncle Niu's feet?
"Are you dead?" Makino spoke again with a distorted face. At this moment, there was a trace of confusion in his voice, like an unconscious voice.

"I don't know." Jing Xiran shook his head dully.

She raised her foot and wanted to walk to Uncle Niu's side to have a look at the corpse lying on the ground dressed similarly to herself, but when she raised her foot, Jing Xiran suddenly found that she seemed to be as light as a bird without weight.

It seems that you can reach all corners of the world with just one jump.

In this way, relying on her feeling, Jing Xiran took a step and arrived in front of the corpse dressed similarly to her in an instant.

When she saw the corpse's face exactly like her own, she froze in place.

"Isn't this me?" Jing Xiran screamed.

Makino, who was in a dazed state, turned his head to look at Jing Xiran, he seemed to have thought of something, and the confusion between his brows and eyes faded away like a tide.

Standing in front of Jing Xiran's corpse, Niu Hongji stared stiffly at Makino's weird movements and voice as if he was singing a one-man show. He didn't know whether Makino was too severely stimulated and caused some mental disorders.

Obviously there was no one else around, Makino talked to the air as if something was happening.

But Niu Hongji was more willing to believe that Muye must have seen something, and there was clearly something around him that he couldn't see.

At this time high above the sky, the Pope of the Church of Dawn, Feng Xu Yufeng, stood proudly above the void.

After leaving the Church of Dawn from Makino, he has been falling behind Makino all the way.

After seeing the darkness covering the small square, he subconsciously remembered an accident that happened in the spiritual stone mine outside the city a few years ago.

Although he wasn't there at that time, the residual aura found there later was almost the same as the aura in the small square.

"Is this the so-called soul of the dead?" The Pope frowned. Now it seems that some people have been raising these souls in the city, and the time is not short.

Human beings' cognition of the dead is almost blank. The reason why he was able to recognize the dead hidden in the red mist was due to the ancient books Mayerling left him.

But now these rare souls are not the most important thing, but the changes in Makino seem to have affected the surrounding reality.

In the sight of the pope, the entire street including the small square seemed to be shrouded in something darker.

And this invisible darkness is even more terrifying, the pope doesn't know what it is.

But he could vaguely see that when Makino, who was in a daze, was talking to the air, there seemed to be something that he couldn't see on the opposite side of Makino.

(End of this chapter)