Since The Red Moon Appeared

"Ugh..."

The galloping modified car almost flew on the bumpy mountain road.

Before the rear buttocks touched the ground, he hurriedly turned in a circle, plunged his head into the road surrounded by high mountains, and was completely blocked by the mountains on both sides of the shadow. At the same time, Lu Xin also turned his head and smiled softly at the doll beside him:

"It's fun, now, you can put away your influence."

The doll on one side was a little scared by the speeding car on Lu Xinshan Road, and the little hand was clutching the seat belt tightly.

After hearing Lu Xin's words, she turned her head in surprise.

Facing her was Lu Xin's reassuring smile.

...

buzzing...

The sun shone quietly in the mountains and forests that had just rained and seemed to be a little wet, and it seemed quiet.

Residual water droplets condensed on the grass blades, reflecting the color of the sun.

But suddenly, there was a violent shaking of the air in the mountains.

Nothing appeared, but the tall trees suddenly rattled.

Some were even pushed to the side by invisible forces.

The grass on the ground was rolled up in pieces, like clear paper money, flying everywhere.

The clumps of air are squeezed, and the invisible pressure is transmitted forward with trembling, but because the thing that squeezes the air is invisible, there is still nothing to see, only the ripples in the air , becoming more and more dense.

One after another, the spiritual monsters squeezed into this passage crazily, crawling forward greedily.

But on this side road that just blocked the sun, they didn't see their target.

I only saw a clear rut on the long road leading to the front.

For them, ruts don't make sense, they track the smell that drives them mad.

But the smell was becoming extremely weak, or even disappearing, so they panicked.

Along the sidewalk, you scrambled for me, and the crowd quickly climbed forward.

Finally, deep in the lane, in front of a big rock that rolled down from the top of the mountain, they saw the modified car, but the car was empty and the door was wide open. They could feel that the car seemed to be And that residual spiritual power.

Countless spiritual monsters desperately squeezed in front of the car, greedily trying to compete for the remaining spiritual power.

Because the air was squeezed too much, the modified car shook slightly.

Kaka...

The car glass suddenly had cracks, spread a little bit, and then violently shattered into fine small pieces of glass ballast.

This residual spiritual power simply cannot satisfy them.

Therefore, I don't know how many mental monsters that either squeezed into the car, or couldn't squeeze into the car, raised their heads fiercely.

All over the body, the hundreds of eyes that were growing showed a greedy expression at the same time.

On the face of the person with a stiff smile, there were narrow mouths and an annoying shout at the same time.

"Hey……"

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded above.

Countless spiritual monsters raised their heads at the same time, and saw a young man crouching down on the top of the mountain.

Beside him was a girl in a heavy black dress holding an umbrella.

Although this girl seems to have used a certain method to cover up the crazy mental power in her body, these spiritual monsters who have come after the pursuit still feel that she is the source of all abnormal attractiveness. .

The eyes on the body were blinking desperately, and there were expressions of surprise on their faces.

But they didn't rush up because the young man was squatting beside the girl.

At this time, he was looking down with a smile, his chin slightly nodded, as if he was counting the number of these spiritual monsters.

Then a smile appeared on his face, and he looked up into the distance: "It should be guaranteed that they won't escape now, right?"

"Kakkaka..."

Elegant and crisp footsteps sounded from the back of the road, as if someone was wearing high heels, stepping on the dry hard road surface.

This kind of footsteps was not particularly loud, but it made all the spiritual monsters feel a heartfelt horror.

In the next moment, the valley seemed to be getting darker and darker.

Although this valley is blocked from the sun by the mountains next to it, it is still daytime and the light is still very abundant.

At this time, there was a feeling that the light was slowly being pulled away, and the surrounding scenery became gloomy, as if a shadow had been cast. The most important thing was that this shadow was still deepening. Gray is gradually changing to black.

"whee……"

There was a weird and cute laugh: "Brother, are these my toys?"

"Don't make trouble."

The young man squatting on the top of the mountain gave her a lesson and corrected: "This is obviously our toy..."

I don't know what other people think. Anyway, these mental monsters who rushed into the lane suddenly had a strange feeling.

so creepy...

...

The pastor walked out of the village briskly, walking along the path submerged by the weeds, step by step towards the happy town.

The sun is overhead, but it feels a little chilly.

Maybe it's because of the wind blowing from the unobstructed wilderness around, maybe because of the looming footsteps behind him.

When Mingming walked forward, there always seemed to be a person behind him.

But when you deflect your head, all you can see is an empty wilderness.

From this perspective, the pastor should be an optimistic person.

He didn't look back, and he didn't mention the shotgun in his hand to deter anything, just walked hurriedly forward.

Holding a silver box in one hand, a shotgun in the other, and even slapped lightly on his legs.

It was as if he was walking while humming some ditty in his heart.

The sound of footsteps behind him was still following.

But there was nothing but the sound of footsteps and the strange feeling of being stuck behind you.

Not a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, not a bullet suddenly flew towards the vest.

The man seemed to just follow him and look at him at the same time.

...

He lifted his foot and touched the ground with two beeps, and the priest gradually left the village and came to the wilderness.

The path was originally supposed to be a country road with a width of more than two meters, but at this time, because of the grass coverage, only a shallow grass path could be seen, extending all the way to the distance. A few hundred meters away, there is a river seven or eight meters wide, and there is a stone bridge across the river.

This kind of rural bridge seems to always have a particularly long vitality. Thirty years later, it still stably crosses both sides of the river.

After passing the bridge, you can go to Happy Town.

But the priest stopped when he crossed the rice field full of weeds and came to the bridge.

Because at this time on the bridge, there was a child sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bridge. He was wearing clean clothes that only people in the high-walled city would wear. A simple and convenient folding small flat table was placed in front of him. There is a laptop on the table.

He looks very young, but wears big glasses on his face.

At this time, he was alone, sitting quietly in the middle of the bridge, facing the computer seriously and typing on the keyboard.

There were two other people beside him.

One is a short-haired woman wearing a black combat uniform, tall and unusually amazing, leaning on a motorcycle.

She wears a large pair of sunglasses on her face and carries a gun in her hand.

The other is a young girl in a school uniform.

He looked seventeen or eighteen, sitting on the pier, holding a thermos cup in his hand.

When they noticed the pastor coming, they all turned around, and their eyes fell silently on the pastor.

...

When the priest stopped his footsteps, the shrill sound behind him also disappeared.

The pastor smiled and walked forward slowly, looking up at the child on the bridge, with a gentle smile on his face:

"Is this your Qinggang plan?"

His voice was polite, and he patted his right chest lightly, as if saluting.

When he just raised his head, his eyes were clearly mocking: "To be honest, you didn't surprise me too much."

"Tech Church, Pastor Wish?"

The short-haired woman leaning on the motorcycle stood up straight, with a slender figure, but her voice seemed very calm.

"Now, we suspect that you are a missionary of the Church of Science and Technology and have done something harmful to us in Qinggang, so we are waiting for you here, I hope you can go back with us to investigate, and if you are ready to resist, you can talk about it after you have done it. ."

"..."

"This……"

A smile slowly appeared on the pastor's face, as if he was really happy, he gave a serious salute again, and said softly: "I apologize for my arrogance just now, mainly because a shadow has been following me, how much does it make me Feeling a little bad."

"Now, I formally ask you a question."

"Are you Qinggang really ready to stop our Tech Church?"

"Maybe we can talk. For example, I will use the conditions of satisfying each of you, one wish, in exchange for your concession..."

"..."

"No need to talk."

The short-haired woman said softly: "After all, you have already killed many of us in Qinggang."

"When you don't take the lives of our Qinggang colleagues seriously, there is no possibility for us to talk."

"..."

"Ha ha……"

When the short-haired woman spoke, the priest lowered his head slightly, as if he did not dare to look her in the eye.

He was still laughing, but there seemed to be a bit of a strange emotion in his voice, and said softly: "I must admit that Qinggang is really different from four years ago, but I am also curious, what is it? What gave you so much courage..."

"How dare you appear in front of me so directly?"

"..."

The short-haired woman froze for a moment before she understood what he was talking about.

There was some disgust on his face, and he calmly said: "Time is tight, we don't have the time to design so many twists and turns."

"Waiting for you here and arresting you is all our plan."

"If you think this is a kind of contempt for you, then I apologize to you."

"After all, in our eyes, you are a criminal, that's all!"

Three shifts, 10,000 words, no need to round up, I feel like I'm doing well.

The old ghost who performed so well is definitely worth a monthly ticket!