Chapter 21 Cultists and Chance Encounters
A huge distorted phantom spread in Leimulin's eyes. He knelt on the steps of the church like a humble slave, pressing his face tightly against the cold marble floor.

After a moment, a small thought was born in his mind - He needs my flesh and blood, and I want to dedicate my flesh and blood to Him.

Once this thought arose, it was like a flood that broke through a dam and could not be stopped.

This thought overwhelms the human instinct for survival.

Lei Mulin stood up shakily, and began to tear and scratch the skin on his chest with his hands. His nails, which had not been cleaned for a long time, forcefully tore open the surface skin, letting bright red blood mixed with dirt and dandruff flow out. The fresh muscles were torn into strips by his nails, some of which were embedded in the nails, and some of which ended in the body and hung down.

A huge pain arises from the wound and is instantly transmitted to the brain from sensitive neurons.

"hiss!"

"grass!"

The severe pain actually woke Lei Mulin up from his trance. He recalled the strange scene he had just seen in the church and the uncontrollable desire to hurt himself.

This is a fucking cult!

It’s still a very evil cult!

He didn't even dare to look inside through the crack in the door. He covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from making any sound, and endured the pain as he ran away little by little.

Inside the church, all the cultists, including the red-robed priest, had fallen into a frenzy, and their seemingly normal bodies began to grow rotten tentacles. The priest in particular, in addition to the tentacles, the flesh on his back began to multiply wildly, bursting through the wide smock and turning into a pair of fleshy, sticky, butterfly-like wide wings.

The entire church was filled with crazy mutterings and wriggling pieces of flesh. The indescribable pollution intensified infinitely, reaching the point where any unlucky person who peeped inside could be instantly transformed into a cultist or a cult tentacle monster.

The unlucky Lei Mulin was not unlucky after all, and he escaped from this crazy place after waking up. He staggered out, and although the crazy thoughts in his mind could no longer control him to sacrifice himself, they still kept affecting his thinking, making him confused and crazy.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they arrived at the river unknowingly. Lei Mulin's physical strength was exhausted and his spirit was tired to the extreme. He lay on the ground in a daze, losing consciousness.
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On the last day of volunteering, Luke came to a perfect end to his career. As usual, he got up early, had a simple breakfast, and headed to the familiar neighborhood.

Coming out of the dock, walking along the shore, feeling the fresh air by the river in the morning, I felt like my body, which had been dead all night, had come back to life.

As he walked, Luke spotted a figure lying on the river bank not far away.

The man didn't even have a piece of newspaper on him, he slept soundly with the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed. In America, this kind of situation means either he is dead or high.

Luke was about to turn a corner and walk away when he suddenly realized that the guy looked familiar. He took a closer look and realized that he was the best jungler in North America. How did he become like this?
Looking at his still heaving chest and the blood on it, he must have met with a disaster.

After a few days of communication, this guy could barely be considered a friend. Luke went over to take a look. It was just a superficial wound, not a serious problem, so he shook his body.

"Hey, bro, no sleeping here."

"Fuck, who is that?" Lei Mulin woke up from his coma and uttered his native language subconsciously. When he opened his eyes and saw Luke in front of him and the scene around him, he remembered that he was now in America.

then
Fuck! Cult! Tentacles! Killing!
The peace that I had just felt after waking up was instantly broken, and the fear I had just experienced last night came back to my mind.

Looking at Luke in front of him, he seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He grabbed his arm tightly and stammered in English: "There are monsters, a cult! It's a cult! They kill people! They control me and make me kill myself! Save me! Save me!"

The sudden emotion and request for help left Luke a little confused, but he immediately grasped the two key words "monster" and "cult" in Leimulin's words.

Business? He helped Lei Mulin up, one hand already reaching into his gun bag.

"Don't be anxious, tell me slowly, what happened?"

The bright sky and the spacious environment gradually calmed Lei Mulin down. In broad daylight, the world was clear and the cult members could not cause trouble for him again.

Besides, those people didn't chase him last night. It's been a whole night, and they might not even have noticed him.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the ground, wondering whether he should tell the young man what happened last night.

After all, less trouble is worse than more trouble. If the cult members didn't find him, and he was implicated in this matter because of the report, then he was a cult! He was an illegal immigrant and he didn't know how he died.

Moreover, this matter is so strange and terrifying, what will happen even if I tell this young man?

Even if we call the police, it probably won't help.

After all, they occupy such a large church and do charity work such as distributing porridge and food during the day. Who would offend a huge church because of an unproven accusation from a homeless person?
Otherwise, forget it.

He thought it over in his mind and finally decided to keep the matter to himself.

As for this young foreigner, just deal with him casually with a few words. As a habitual thief in society, he still has these two tricks.

"Well, I just had a nightmare. You suddenly shook me up and I was scared."

After hearing Lei Mulin's explanation, Luke was skeptical, but thinking about it again, if he had just experienced a cult murder, and then he ran to the river to sleep so soundly in the middle of the night, it would not be normal.

From this perspective, the idea of ​​having nightmares does make sense.

Even if it's not, I don't care if this person dies. I'm just a good citizen who wants to find a wild monster to kill and level up.

The little bit of goodwill brought by the identity of a fellow villager in the previous life is not enough for Luke to invest too much thought in a Run person.

He patted Lei Mulin on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'll be leaving now. The Sunshine Food Bank will be distributing food later, so you can come and get some."

"Okay." Food is more important than anything else. Hearing that there is food to eat, Lei Mulin's mood instantly improved. He stood up with the help of the fence beside him, patted the dirt off his body, and stretched his limbs stiffly.

I slept by the cold river for a whole night, feeling the cool breeze. Even though it was summer, my body couldn't stand it.

Just when he was halfway through stretching, Leimulin looked behind Luke and saw three people in black robes walking towards him.

Although he didn't know any of them, there was an inexplicable feeling in his mind that was reminding him frantically that they were the cultists in the church last night!

"Evil cultists!"

Lei Mulin's voice changed tone, his frightened body lost control and he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)