The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 189 The Excluded Pastor
A church somewhere abroad.

There was no one in the church. It was quiet and there was no sound. Rows of dark brown tables and chairs were placed around the central podium. They were covered with dust and looked extremely old, as if no one had taken care of them for a long time. Seems like it.

If you look closely, you can see the outlines of several people imprinted in the dust on these tables and chairs. They seemed to have laid down on the dust, sat on it, or touched it with their hands, leaving some traces.

There is an outline of a book on the podium, the size is consistent with the Bible, and there is a pair of footprints below, which look like they were made by some kind of cloth shoes.

This seems to be a gathering place for some weird cultists, but there is no one there now.

suddenly.

A strange piano sound came from nowhere in the church. The sound was low and elegant, mixed with a few slightly choked whispers.

Followed.

Several strange figures suddenly appeared on the tables and chairs with handprints and footprints.

After the figure's limbs appeared, the hands, feet and body parts happened to match the marks on the dust, as if these marks were caused by recent contact.

This seems to be a different kind of reboot.

But some traces in the dust are empty. Under the influence of piano music, instead of no one appearing in these empty traces, they gradually disappear.

It seems that the person who caused these marks is dead.

soon.

The piano music stopped, and several strange figures appeared in the church.

They are the priest, the musician, the clown, and the night crow.

They were the surviving members of the God-killing Cult, and they were sitting in different positions in the church. Except for Night Crow, everyone looked very uneasy and in extremely poor condition, as if they had suffered great pain.

The pastor stood behind the podium, clutching the Bible tightly in his hand. His expression was changing, and there was still extreme fear in his eyes.

just now.

The ghost following him entered the Bible, and the book was completely closed, which meant that the most powerful ghost master of the God-killing Cult lost all his supernatural power.

In the open space next to the podium, a broken piano suddenly appeared. Le Jia sat behind the piano with his head in his hands, his face very gloomy.

Zhang Dong's slight attack caused him to suffer heavy injuries. A large number of musical instruments were wiped out, and his own body was unable to recover. Even the most commonly used piano only had one-third of its supernatural power.

under the podium.

A figure wearing a black round hat was lying on the table and breathing heavily. There were obvious faults in his body, the timing of his limbs was wrong, and the supernatural being was silent.

Among the four, only Night Crow was in better condition. He looked at the other teammates with a dead face. After waiting for a long time, he realized that only so many people could come back.

Because everyone else is dead.

When he saw that the pastor's condition was also very miserable, he felt surprised and puzzled in his heart.

Among the God-killing Cult, the priest has the highest strength. Almost no one can threaten him, so it is natural for him to become the captain.

Lejia's strength is lower than that of the priest, but it is not something that ordinary people can compete with. If the two of them work together, there is almost no possibility of losing.

Why is the priest in such bad condition?

"Boss."

However, despite doubts, Ye Crow's tone was still full of awe.

"Is everyone else dead? How much do we replace each other?"

During the confrontation with Wang Haiyi and his wife, Night Crow replaced Chen Zhijiang at the expense of the chainsaw, and now the old man is still stored under the dirty robe.

Therefore, Night Crow thought that the confrontation in other places would have to be at least one for one, so it wouldn't be too miserable.

"Except for the four of us, everyone else is dead. There's no need to wait for the others." Le Jia said in a low tone.

"The cowboy and I met Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi in the west. The cowboy died and I was seriously injured." The clown's head dropped slightly, obviously lacking in confidence.

"Later, the curser's support arrived, but the other party found its lair and was captured first."

"Then you still have the nerve to come back alive? You should go to hell with the cowboys!" Night Crow said sarcastically.

The clown was silent, showing no intention of refuting.

Night Crow no longer paid attention to him, but walked to the podium, bowed slightly, and used his usual expression to please the pastor. "Boss, the chainsaw was killed by the Wang family and his wife in the south, but I also took away an old man from Taiping Town."

"Very good." The priest said hesitantly, and his tone immediately became serious again, "We suffered heavy losses in this confrontation. Although we tried our best to kill the two opponents, we are still at a disadvantage overall."

"But this is not a reason for us to be depressed. Next we need to renegotiate new plans."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Le Jia unconsciously, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

The priest was afraid.

He knew that he had almost no supernatural power now. Without the support of strength, he would lose the confidence he had in the past.

Among the people present now, Le Jia is the new talker.

Le Jia saw what the pastor meant and did not expose him in front of the clown and night crow.

"The priest is right. We whispered about each other's strength. Those who died were too arrogant and arrogant, so they only deserve to go to hell in despair."

"But now we need to formulate a second plan. The core of the plan is the ghost train. With it, we have the capital to make a comeback."

The priest nodded.

Ye Ya's expression changed slightly when he heard this: "How many people died on the other side?"

"Two, one is the old guy sleeping in the coffin, and the other is probably the Chen Zhijiang you killed." Le Jia said.

"After so many people died, we only replaced two of each other? And they were still the weakest two?" Ye Crow frowned, and his eyes changed when he looked at the priest.

His eyes seemed to say: Even I killed one, what did you do?
"At this point, yes." Le Jia said solemnly.

"That's ridiculous." Ye Ya sneered, staring at the priest.

Now he finally understood. The usually aloof priest was beaten into a coward by the other party. Not only was he not killed, but he also became like this.

Is it possible that the supernatural power has also been lost?

As a member of the God-killing Cult, Night Crow naturally knows the secret of the priest. Once his Bible is completely closed, the priest will lose all supernatural powers.

There has been no movement on this book for a long time. In addition, the pastor is in a very wrong state. A fool can guess that he is obviously lacking in confidence. He has probably lost his supernatural power and turned into a minion.

"Boss. Oh no, maybe I should call you pastor." Night Crow stepped closer to the podium, and suddenly several crows with human faces flew out from behind, flying freely in the church, emitting a ray of light wherever they went. A cold breath.

"Then what's our next plan?"

Seeing this, the priest's expression changed uncertainly, and he unconsciously took two steps back.

After retreating, the clown on the side also saw the clues.

The pastor has been reduced to the bottom level.

"Ye Crow!" Lejia shouted sharply upon seeing this, "That's enough, what we need now is unity! If you don't restrain yourself, I don't mind liquidating those who are disloyal to the God-killing Cult!"

"Hmph!" Ye Yao's face darkened, "I am loyal to the strong, not to a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing!"

The priest's face was livid. This was the first time he heard this humiliation. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, thinking of squeezing Nightcrow to death immediately.

But the Bible on the podium was deathly quiet, and no supernatural power was willing to be given to him.

God seemed to have abandoned him.

Finally, the priest endured it.

"After all, the priest once led us to find the train. Even though he is like a normal person now, he is still the driver of the train." Lejia said in a solemn tone, and then looked at Night Crow, "Can you drive that train! If you can’t, then sit down honestly!”

Ye Crow narrowed his eyes slightly, stopped talking, and returned to his seat.

If there was a fight, he would most likely not be able to beat Le Jia. Although Le Jia suffered heavy losses, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and there was an unknown clown next to him.

So Ye Ya was indeed anxious just now.

thought here.

He sat on the chair and stopped talking, but his cold eyes still glanced at the pastor from time to time, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)