Chapter 475 Chapter 472 "Nice to meet you."

   Feng Chang's originally calm expression turned cold.

   "The first tribe does not welcome Jiu Shen believers." He said lightly: "And, personally, I also hope that you and her will terminate the contract as soon as possible."

   He left without any suggestion of Sibel's situation. As a real brother, he actually really wanted her to die.

  Su Ming'an originally thought that Feng Chang and Sibel would have a misunderstood relationship like Shengqi and Chin Wang, but he didn't expect that Feng Chang really hated this heretic and wanted her to die.

   Blood relationship seems to be non-existent in them, only belief is more important.

  Su Ming'an looked at the unconscious Sibel, he knew that he could only wait to go back and ask Teacher Fang and the old woman. They should have a way to suppress the curse.

  ... By the way, are those Black Lamb players still shopping? He didn't interfere with them, and the eight altars haven't been painted yet?

   This small copy was really played by this group of players as a farm simulator.

   He walked towards the second floor of the nearest processing plant, and heard a "bang bang bang" footsteps, it seemed that someone was running violently.

   He didn't mean to chase, but walked to the altar on the second floor. This altar is located above the iron staircase, and it has been carved in half at this time.

  Su Mingan took out the engraving brush in his arms, dipped it in the blood, held it up, and stroked—

  The bright red color appears on the altar, and is outlined along the fuzzy lines.

  【You are painting the altar, current progress: 18%】

  【The props you use are (common engraving brush), (common animal blood), engraving efficiency: extremely low. 】

  …

  Su Mingan drew for a while, only to realize that the speed was really slow.

   He put away the pen, hid the unconscious Sibel in the cabinet next to him, turned around, and pointed in the direction of the high iron plate.

  The road leading to the third floor is not a safe iron staircase, but an iron plate with a height difference that requires people to jump over.

   He bent his legs slightly, exerted force, and jumped.

  The A-level jumping power of the Shuofeng boots played a very gratifying role. He felt a natural propulsive force coming from his feet, and the height of the whole person jumped a little higher.

   "Boom!"

   A loud bang sounded. He successfully jumped onto the iron plate in front of him. Due to the excessive force, he was too far forward this time, and almost fell down the vacant space between the iron plates.

Below the    is a red-burning soldering iron. Even if he dies and reverts, he doesn't want to die like this. If the first player is burnt to death because of jumping... This is too embarrassing, it's a dramatic ending.

   However, if the previous death return is to jump the world line, it is not ruled out that he has experienced many times, which can be called a real death with absurd ending...

   He bent his legs slightly. After grasping the angle, he jumped again. After repeating several times, he successfully reached the platform on the third floor.

  The third floor is very quiet, only a wooden door is placed at the front of the platform. He reached out, and after melting the crack in the wooden door, he kicked the door open.

   "hiss..."

  Ying's state was considered delicate and frail, his legs were aching, and after taking a breath, he still suppressed his voice.

  The night wind is coming, and the air is mixed with the smell of decay and blood.

   This is the tallest building on the farm. You can see the whole picture of the farm. The field of vision is extremely broad, and there is a sense of vastness overlooking all living beings.

The swaying wheat fields in the dark night, the scarecrows like skeletons, the altars exuding blood-red light... They fit perfectly into his field of vision, with a dark blood-colored negative, like a low-saturation night oil painting .

  Several corpses were scattered all over the farm, like dead beetles, and the icy black mist shrouded their slowly melting and decaying corpses.

  Su Mingan stood on the edge of the platform, looked into the distance, and saw a faint golden touch.

  …Dawn is almost here.

  No matter what happens this night, it seems that with the arrival of the day, all the ugliness will be buried in the passing darkness.

   Those ghastly corpses are just a trivial part of everything that happens in the world. No one cares about the struggles and pains experienced here.

   When he turned around, a white shadow suddenly appeared.

   It was a woman in a white coat who suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

   She seemed to wait there for a while, without making a sound, and only spoke when he turned around.

   "Nice to meet you." The woman's eyes were quiet: "My name is Isabella."

   Her skin is as white as marble, with a sharp stone texture, black and thick eyebrows, straight nose bridge, beautiful and thin lips, and a confident look in her eyes.

   When looking at him, she didn't show any nervous movement, just stood calmly at the door, with a silver-white mechanical ball hovering over her shoulder.

   Ming An, happy birthday.

   Everyone, happy new year.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)