Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 654: Stone gate and coffin

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It’s noon this day.

Tom and Father Tony are back in New York.

At the door of the church.

Tom put on clean trousers and a black jacket, put one hand in his pocket and held a cigarette in the other, and said with a melancholy expression: “Father Tony, I’m tired…”

Father Tony standing next to him is also smoking.

Not like a serious priest at all.

Puffing smoke rings, Old Tony said: “Life these days is too exciting, and I am also a little physically and mentally exhausted. For the time being, I want to rest for a while.”

Tom said in a low tone: “I still have some things to do. Now I have united with Yad City and the sheriffs of other cities to arrest the remnants of Voodoo.”

“Besides, I also found out that last time, the unscrupulous bar was full of men, and it seems to be a voodoo industry.”

“I’m going to send them all to jail.”

When Father Tony heard this, his eyes turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and said: “When I recover, I will go to the prison to see them and give them a good lesson.”

Tom snorted coldly and said, “I’m sure I won’t let them go easily, so let’s just leave it at that for now. I announce that the God of War group in the red light district is officially disbanded.”

Father Tony coughed: “I think disbanding is a good thing. Recently, my health is getting worse and worse. The special skills you taught me are no match for the helplessness of aging.”

“Even if I snipe and switch guns, I can’t go whoring anymore.”

Tom sighed and said: “Who is not the same? Although I am a submachine gun now, I am about to run out of ammunition and food. My body is the capital of whoring. I want to take a good rest and recuperate. At least I have to take care of myself.” Two or three years.”

“Okay, goodbye, Father Tony, I’m going to do what I should do.”

“Goodbye Tom, the next time we meet may be when Mr. Du Wei comes back.”

This farewell is extremely sad.

Tom left smoking a cigarette, his back was unusually serious.

Father Tony couldn’t help sighing, recalling the previous experience, he felt an unbearable illusion.

“I’m a priest after all.”

“Lord, forgive me…”

The other side.

The Vanity Sect has also made moves.

In the snow-capped mountains, outside the stone tower, twelve members of the Vanity Sect stood outside. Everyone wore masks, and their breath was very cold.

Alphalia is still in the tower.

In other words, the current camp of the thirteen members of the Vanity Sect has been established.

Brand, that is, after Corin Dauqua brought back the last mask from Du Wei, there was one more person to complete this powerful organization.

Gascoyne…

Well…

The replica Gascoigne has not yet discovered the fact that he is actually a Sibei product. After recovering from his injuries, he is exactly the same as before. Until the last moment, even he himself did not know the truth.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Right now.

The Vanity Sect has returned to its prime.

Everyone is powerful.

Except Mercer who has no cards.

This moment.

Deep in the heart of the tower.

Alphalia’s figure melted into the darkness and walked towards the endless steps below.

He has been gone for several days.

But we haven’t reached the end yet.

But the further you go down, the colder the temperature will be, and the temperature in the deep underground is actually a constant temperature, so it won’t appear too cold.

Alphalia murmured while walking: “Every time I come here, I feel like I am in hell. The space here has long been distorted. Thinking about it from another angle, this place is actually a tomb.”

A long time ago in Europe, a large-scale disease was prevalent.

After the nobles were infected with the disease, they would build some tall towers, build them up layer by layer, and then dismantle the modern-like scaffolding built outside the towers after they were completed.

Nobles infected with disease will be placed deep in the tower.

People outside can’t get in, and people inside can’t get out.

It’s been a long time.

The scene in front of Alphalia’s eyes suddenly brightened.

There are red flames burning.

He saw a door ahead.

On both sides of the gate, there are two lamps chiseled out of stone. Although there is no wick or any fuel, the flames are burning strangely.

“Only vanity lasts forever…”

Alphalia muttered something in a low voice, then walked to the door, stretched out her hands and pressed on the door.

He tried his best.

Just push the door open.

The heavy rumbling sound echoed underground, and behind the door was a very huge space.

A total of seventy-two gate statues are listed in it.

Every door is made of stone, arranged in a circle, some of the stone door statues have cracks, and more of them exude a strange atmosphere.

In the middle of the seventy-two stone gates, there is a sarcophagus.

The closest to the sarcophagus are the four stone doors.

After Alphalia came here, he took a deep look at the four stone gates, then lowered his head and didn’t dare to look any further.

The ranks of Solomon’s seventy-two demon gods are complicated.

The frontmost ones are the four pillars.

These four stone gates correspond to the four pillars.

Cross the stone gates.

Eventually.

Alphalia came to the sarcophagus.

Kneeling on the ground, he stretched out his finger and scratched the mask on his face, and black blood immediately dripped down.

But after the drop of blood fell, it was suspended in the air strangely.

Moreover, some black silk threads gradually leaked from the sarcophagus.

Like hair.

After the silk threads appeared, they vaguely formed mask patterns.

It happens to be thirteen.

Alphalia took a deep breath, doubts flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: “Strange, there is nothing wrong with the existence below, so what happened to the sneeze I had before?”

“Do I really have a cold?”

“Not affected by these existences?”

Alphalia didn’t dare to think too much, because this place was weird and scary. He had witnessed it with his own eyes. If any thoughts spread out, it would easily cause some changes.

So.

He took a deep breath, stood up and climbed to the top of the sarcophagus ~Soverse.com~ lying on top with his eyes closed.

Next…

The muscles all over his body were trembling, and the mask pattern formed by the fine black silk thread pierced into his body, as if something was being pulled out of it, and something seemed to be injected into it.

“Ahhh…”

Even though Alphalia had experienced this pain three times, she was still defeated and could only howl in pain, waiting for the end of the torture. A genius remembers 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

Late at night.

Outside the tower.

The Vanity Cultists are still waiting.

Suddenly.

There is a coughing sound.

In front of everyone, the tower was suddenly covered by shadows.

It’s as if the terrible being locked inside has broken free.

The shadow shrinks instantly.

Alphalia came out from inside, and the terrifying breath disappeared as soon as it was released.

“Have you investigated the situation on the Voodoo side?”

His voice was very cold and hard, as if he said it through gritted teeth, as if he hadn’t recovered from the previous pain.

Others said in unison: “The investigation has been clear.”

Alphalia said coldly: “Okay, Brand, Gascoigne, and Faerun, Mercer, you four go to Voodoo, find that stone tablet, and the others will split up , Start the backhand we arranged.”

       

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