I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 245
In the small square, Jing Xiran stared blankly at his own corpse.

She confirmed her memory again, and she seemed to be really dead.

It's just that this inexplicable state is probably caused by the uncle.

She turned around slowly, and bowed politely to Niu Hongji, although Niu Hongji couldn't see him either.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and Jing Xiran accepted his own death calmly.

At least I didn't cause any trouble to others.

Turning to look at Makino who was slowly walking towards her, Jing Xiran greeted him happily: "Uncle, it seems that only you can see me."

"En." Makino said in a deep voice, his eyes were full of pity.

Just like when Chen Lan died, he seemed to have imagined Jing Xiran again.

Every time this happens, something seems to be changing my perception.

"I don't know if there are any more." Just as Makino said, the evil-killing knife in his hand trembled and made a buzzing sound.

"Zheng!"

A sharp buzzing sound rang out, simultaneously attracting the attention of Niu Hongji and the pope in heaven.

But the moment Jing Xiran heard this voice, she felt like her whole body was about to shatter.

Her figure slowly twisted and blurred.

It's only a blink of an eye until it disappears.

Makino stared blankly at Jing Xiran who had disappeared without a trace, he lowered his head and said with affirmative tone: "Sure enough, you are still conscious!"

As his voice fell, the distorted air around him and the ground contacted by Makino returned to normal in an instant.

At this moment, the Pope, who had been observing the situation in mid-air, quickly appeared.

"What did you see?" The Pope's voice was solemn, and as his voice sounded, the scarlet mist diffused in the fence on the small square froze in mid-air as if pinched by a big hand.

When Niu Hongji saw the Pope appear, he bowed down, exited the small square briskly, and quickly left with the members of the Liming Church staying around the small square.

He knew that the pope was coming and it would all be right, he was sure of it.

"Who raised this?" Makino changed the subject and knelt down to hold Jing Xiran's body in his arms.

Looking at the girl in his arms who had lost her breath, Makino's face turned dark.

"This thing appeared a few years ago." The Pope clenched his right fist, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up the entire small square.

The scarlet mist that had been lingering in the fence of the small square burst out howls for a while.

The mournful howl resounded in the air, and as the scarlet mist tightened, the sound became more and more subdued, until the scarlet mist condensed into a ball, and the mournful howl disappeared into nothingness.

The pope held the ball formed by the red mist above the palm of his right hand.

Seeing the three hideous faces flashing inside the red ball, the Pope frowned: "It seems a little weak."

After saying this, the old Pope handed the ball to Makino: "This thing is of some use to you."

Makino raised his eyes to look at the old Pope, and the moment he turned his face away, a ghost in white robe appeared beside him.

As soon as the white robed ghost appeared, it released a sense of longing, longing for the ball in the old man's hand.

And the soul bound in the sphere screamed involuntarily when facing the white-robed soul.

Is this the way to feed the souls of the dead?
Makino frowned, manipulating the scarlet ball in the old man's hand as a result of the white robed ghost.

The moment the white-robed ghost hit the ball, Makino suddenly became aware that his control seemed to be out of control for a moment.

He turned his face to look at the dead soul in white robe who had swallowed the ball into his stomach, and seeing the red light flashing in his originally cloudy eyes, Makino's complexion became more serious.

"Don't worry, this thing has no consciousness." The Pope explained.

"They have only the most primitive desires, for blood, for the souls of their own kind."

"You know about this?" Makino asked suspiciously.

He really doesn't know anything about things like undead, that's because no one has mentioned this thing before, let alone met it.

"Mayerling left some information." The old pope said with his hands behind his back, "If you want to know more, you can go to the church to get it."

Makino nodded, he definitely wanted to find out about the undead, but there were more important things to do right now.

"Who is behind this?" Makino calmly glanced at the slaughterhouse-like scene inside the fence in the small square: "With so many people dead, it shouldn't be impossible to stir up any waves, right?"

"How do you want to deal with this matter?" the old Pope said quietly.

His gaze inadvertently passed over Jing Xiran's corpse, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"I ask you who is behind this?" Makino's voice clearly contained suppressed anger.

"A few years ago, Dongguo Rare Earth Company had a mining accident in a mine outside the city." Seeing that Makino was a little impatient, the old Pope told all he knew.

"After the mine disaster happened, the old man went there to investigate. They should have dug up other things in the underground mine." The old Pope shook his head: "That thing should be a dead soul sleeping underground."

"The breath is almost the same as that of the dead souls just now, but a little weaker."

"Is it the mine disaster where Jing Xiran's parents died?" Makino said in a deep voice.

The old pope nodded in silence.

"Behind the Dongguo Rare Earth Company is the federal government, right?" Makino looked ruthless. He raised his gloomy face and gritted his teeth: "Where is their leader now?"

"Don't be impulsive." The old Pope stared at Mu Ye: "In Dongxing City, the federal government has sent two high-level awakened people to guard the mine here, and the strength of the unearthed soul must be no less than that of high-level awakened people. By."

"I care so much?" Makino suddenly burst out.

"If this matter isn't resolved tonight, I won't be able to sleep anyway." Makino felt like a big stone was pressing on his heart, and his gaze avoided Jing Xiran's pale face intentionally or unintentionally.

"She's just an ordinary person who has nothing to do with anything." Makino said coldly, "Would you find her if it wasn't some broken motto left by Mayerling?"

"For the future that must be achieved, how many people did you coerce and how many unrelated people died?!"

"You can calm down and sit down and talk slowly. But now I have become the person who indirectly killed Jing Xiran."

"So this step is also counted?" Makino's voice was a little crazy.

Suddenly he widened his eyes and looked at the old Pope.

Hearing Makino's cathartic words, the old Pope was speechless for a moment.

"Call me all the people from Liming Church! Tonight I will make the entire Dongxing City tremble!"

"Since you want me to be this dawn, I will take a good look at this future, is it really counted?!"

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(End of this chapter)