"My Lord, your faithful servant greets you."

Song Junjie bent down, as if listening or sensing some supreme will, and soon said: "My Lord is coming."

This sound is not him.

With hissing whispers, the words were very strange, and the noise was mixed with the sound of electric current, just like the audio was disturbed by electromagnetic waves.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bloody flesh film on his face instantly fell into the dark shadow under his feet like melting wax.

At that moment, a huge face covered with dark red and bright red sarcoma suddenly appeared under the pale light, as if it wanted to break free from some kind of constraint, but it could not penetrate the invisible barrier in front of it. Therefore, it disappeared again under the new blood-red flesh membrane.

"My lord, Liu Minghe has seen me. I am worried that his death will cause unnecessary trouble."

Song Junjie said. He used his voice this time: "I am worried that you will be disturbed by those ignorant fools. I hereby ask you to lower your noble will and give me this humble body with strength."

A dead silence came from the air, and then a noisy electric current sounded, and the chaotic and strange sound also sounded, as if it contained the power to seduce people:

"Oh, poor man, Liu Minghe. He has been completely corrupted by desire. May my Lord guide him back to the right path and never be lost in the rotten quagmire again. As for those stupid disturbers, if there is, you don't have to worry, your Lord's servant has enough strength to resist those mortals."

Song Junjie bent down, and his pious voice returned to normal:

"Thank you for your gift. My Lord, I beg you for your grace and let me make your last great sacrifice. The soul has long been dirty in sin, and her taste will surely satisfy you."

His bent waist lowered downwards, and his head touched the cover of the piano and made a dull "bang".

Soon he became happy again, as if he had received an answer from "My Lord", and this answer made him extremely satisfied, so his voice was filled with gratitude:

"Thank you for your mercy. Now let me, your most faithful servant, show you the twelve delicacies you will receive."

He stood up, stood up from the stool, and his fingers were habitually rubbing the English letters.

The cracks in the palm of his palm had disappeared, his hands were as intact as before, and his neatly trimmed nails scraped through the English letters, making a tiny rubbing sound.

"My mother, I pray for you, that those who kill you will be punished by our Lord; that the majesty of our Lord will be surrendered to sin; that the wise of our Lord will be blessed to you."

He prayed softly, drew a counter-cross character in the air, then walked to another closed door and opened the door with the key.

A light electronic buzzing sound came from the door. Behind the opened door, several high-configuration computers were placed, and the flashing indicator lights of the host and the display screen appeared and appeared.

In an old and outdated apartment, this room is surprisingly fashionable and even advanced. The blue lights flashing under the host, the green lights of the router and the constantly switching screens sweep away the vicissitudes and decays in the house, making people feel like they are returning to the real society.

Song Junjie walked to the swivel chair in the middle and sat down. He flew skillfully on the keyboard with his ten fingers. From time to time, he clicked the mouse and easily called out several surveillance screens:

One is the electronic doorman of a high-end residential community. The words "New City Fashion Home" above the gate shine golden light under the neon lights;

Another picture is that there are many people working overtime in a brightly lit office. They are either tired, excited, or whispering something. The Pegasus logo on the wall is dazzling.

The last picture is a group photo taken from Weite:

Two women with makeup were close to each other, looking at the camera with a smile. The woman on the left had a very delicate makeup, and her pink rouge and lipstick made her look like a peach blossom blooming in the spring breeze.

The woman on the right looks a little old, with her head-up pattern engraved on her forehead with heavy makeup, and her appearance is several steps worse than the former.

There is a watermark below this photo, with a gray transparent border font that says:

"The actors who played Mei Ziqing and Xiao Mima attended the opening ceremony of "Yunxianlu" together."

Song Junjie opened the corner of his mouth and laughed "eat" with his fingers on the face of the gorgeous woman, and said in a murmur: "It's you...the murderer...the last one..."

The voice gradually lowered, and the face without facial features began to move again. Below the bloody blood membrane, the sarcoma and sharp mouthparts bulged and fell through the membrane, and the noisy electric current sound was mixed with hissing whispers:

"Oh, bad luck, bad luck, how charming, how sweet, the pearl on the thorn, the rose in the venom, drink, this last sweet juice, destroy, the thirteenth fallen soul, let the world sleep in the arms of my Lord..."

The dark nails touched the face of the woman with exquisite makeup, and repeatedly depicted it, as if she couldn't let go of her peach blossom-like face. The strange tone seemed to sigh, chant, or recited a pious and ancient mantra, hoping for the arrival of powerful unknowns.

"Doom...What a rare doom...the soul plagued by bad luck...I will repay my Lord's grace with liberation..."

Song Junjie's head drooped weakly, as if it was cut off by someone. A thick red mist surged around his body. The mist seemed to have a strong corrosive effect. Heavy smoke began to emerge from his clothes, and the eroded flesh and blood oozed out of the eroded flesh and blood, making a sizzling sound. The fat maggots and the flesh-flowing aphids flowing with yellow turbid liquid emerged from the corroded clothes and skin, gnawing on his flesh and blood, and pieces of the clothes that were stuck to the rotten flesh fell from his body one by one.

He slowly raised his head, and three slender blood holes appeared on his face with a bloody red flesh film. The two blood holes at his eyes were bent down, and the blood holes at his mouth were raised up, forming a strange, flesh-dripping smile.

He smiled, smiled, stretched out his sharp nails and gently stroked the photo of the big head.

"Sher—" A harsh sound was made under the fingertips of the screen. Two smiling faces in the photo fell over, and the twisted black and red mist penetrated into the screen from his fingertips. The portraits of the two women turned into black and red vortexes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Okay...Okay...the betrayer will eventually repay...the devotees will receive eternal life..."

He murmured in a low voice, and a bloody rune suddenly lit up on the ground under the swivel chair.
Chapter completed!