These men in black were all wearing wide-sleeved robes. The style was unfamiliar to the group, but based on the strange patterns on the robes, they were of the same style as the patterns on the oil lamps, the altar, and the stone pillars. It was the style of the foreign civilization, but it was a little more twisted.
"Go ahead and shoot them! You might not be able to hit them now!" Lou Xiaoning was angry and anxious. She almost reached out to grab the gun, but she was stopped by Uncle Dan.
Yes, different from before, the men had walked out of the fog, but if they could hit them, would they have come this way?
Xue Ba still gave the order to give it a try. While they were killing the mutated wolves, the firepower members fired at the figures in black who were in better condition, but the bullets all passed through them.
There were more than one hundred men in black around them, and their footsteps kept approaching. There was a man in red walking in the middle from each of the four directions, but they too could not hit them.
"This is crazy …" Lin Mo grumbled. He sat on the stretcher with one leg. He could not move even if he wanted to. This only added to the anxiety in his heart.
The group could not tell whether these were mirages, spirits, or their minds being disrupted.
They saw the expressionless faces of the withered men. Their eyes were murky, and they opened their dry mouths to say in unison.
"Gu Jun, open your eyes and see what you are. Are you really the same kind as them?"
Xue Ba and the rest were confused, but these voices, accompanied by the song, drilled into Gu Jun's mind like an electric drill.
They drilled into his consciousness and subconscious, and some strange thoughts that came from nowhere were tossed into his mind.
"Can you call out their names?"
His brain was swollen, and his body was shaking. In the midst of the pain, Gu Jun felt like he was losing control of his body. Like a marionette, he turned around to look at his teammates. Xue Ba, Uncle Dan, Lou Xiaoning, Lin Mo, Zhang Huohuo, Yang Henan, Zhou Yi, Gao Mingpeng … Who else? Who else?
Suddenly, he could only call out the names of these eight people. The other eight seemed to have become blurry, distant, and unreal. He could not call out their names.
"Did these people really exist? You, Gu Jun, did you really exist? Open your eyes. "
The chilling calls around him grew more and more bone-chilling. Gu Jun turned to look at the group. Xue Ba, Uncle Dan, Lou Xiaoning … Who else? What are the names of the others? Who are they?
Names were powerful. Names gave souls and existence. The animals in the slaughterhouse never had names.
After forgetting the name, the memory and emotional connection between him and that person seemed to have been cut off.
In his mind, there was only himself left. It was blank and empty.
Meanwhile, some other strange phenomena were surging violently. It was the feeling of something breaking out of his shell when he heard those indescribable whispers on the stone path …
The roars of the beasts and the intense gunfire disappeared. Gu Jun heard the people from the Afterlife Cult say again, "Open your eyes!"
"Ah Jun, wake up!" Xue Ba was screaming something in panic. "You are Gu Jun. You really exist!" Uncle Dan was also screaming. "Ah Jun, can you hear me?"
They were screaming, but why were their voices so soft? Gu Jun could only hear the two of them. The faces of the others were blurry, and their voices were fading away …
It was not that Gu Jun did not resist, but the song tore him apart and awakened the nightmare inside him. Had he heard these songs when he was still a fetus?
Or … was it even earlier than the fetus?
He felt like he was being split in half, and the other half had been snatched away by the nightmare … It was the same feeling he had when he sat inside the banyan tree hole when he was young …
The four broken pillars on the altar grew taller, and he was falling … Had he entered a state of delirium? Or had he returned to the silence of nothingness?
At the same time, Uncle Dan and the rest, who were empty-handed, saw to their shock that Gu Jun's eyes had turned bloodshot. The blood vessels were like the lines on the stones.
His face became icy cold, stiff, and expressionless once more.
"You betrayers …" A hoarse and dark voice rang out. It was completely different from Gu Jun's normal voice. His bloodshot eyes were staring at a man in red before him.
The man in red appeared to be special. Uncle Dan and the rest could see that the patterns on the man's red robe were different from the others'. They looked even more bizarre.
But they did not understand what he was saying. What betrayer? All they knew was that the current Gu Jun was not the Gu Jun that they knew.
It was as if his body had been taken over by another persona …
"Don't touch him!" Xue Ba shouted at Zhang Huohuo and the rest, who were about to do something, for one, he had no idea what was going on, and two, his instinct told him that Gu Jun had not completely lost his mind …
At this time, a new situation attracted their attention. The broken altar under their feet suddenly seemed to come to life. The carvings on the stone pillars, the fine lines in the stone, all of them had a dark blood-like light flowing, and an abnormal power was operating.
Instantly, they felt like they had fallen into a cage. Their muscles went numb, and they were unable to move.
The strange Gu Jun's expression darkened. He appeared to be trapped as well …
The wolves and beasts around the altar all stopped and howled. They didn't charge forward anymore, as if they had seen something terrifying.
All the figures in robes stopped around the altar. The leading man in red's wrinkled face was covered by the shadow. He said calmly, "We believe that the betrayer is a better choice than the abandoned. Be it Gu Jun or the Son of Misfortune, your birth is merely a result of our nurturing. You are not God. You are merely a sacrifice that we have offered to ourselves. "
Gu Jun's remaining consciousness suddenly understood … The man in red was telling him the answer. They wanted his helplessness and confusion, the resentment and rage of the Son of Misfortune. It was like the straw that broke the camel's back. The bigger these emotions, the lower the S Value, the higher the chance of success.
The Spirit Child was a vessel for God's Advent. Like a mother, he had been nurturing another life for many years.
Today, after he completed the coming-of-age ceremony, he was physically and mentally exhausted, but his spirituality was extremely active. They called out to the life form that was slumbering in the foreign world, telling it to consume him and break out of its shell.
The eternal slumber was not the dead but the Son of Misfortune's descent into the world.
However, the people from the Afterlife Cult did not plan to worship the Son of Misfortune. Instead, they wanted to use this altar to absorb the Son of Misfortune's power before he was fully born. Before he gained a foothold, before his power was at its peak, they wanted to absorb all the power that the Son of Misfortune brought.
That was the goal of this plan. Gu Jun understood now. He was the only Spirit Child who had succeeded in God's Advent.
Everything that the Afterlife Cult had planned for him was for this moment, to harvest the dark fruit that they had sown many years ago, to give themselves a new lease of life.
"Ah …" Gu Jun felt like he was collapsing. Both his body and mind were falling into a land of silence.
But he still had some will. It was formed from the warmth of his friends, the hope of his teammates, and his own unyielding will.
Everything was a trap. What was the thing to break the trap, what was the thing to break the trap …
The figures around the altar started to chant again. This time, their voices were tinged with passion.
Using his willpower, Gu Jun struggled to take over this body. Then he reached for the medic kit hanging on his waist.
He slowly pulled out the Carlop scalpel from the kit … Suddenly, the illusions surged.
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