The thirteen witches stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
An ordinary-looking Asian man was standing next to a wooden counter.
His face was full of sincere smiles, and he didn\'t look fake.
But..
On his shoulder, there was a little black cat, standing alone.
The light of the pyramid shone on his sacred body.
The authority of the guardian had obviously returned.
The witches swallowed their saliva.
They saw Mr. A, who was sitting on the sofa like an obedient baby, not even daring to move.
At this moment, the leader of the beast sect was comparable to a child in kindergarten.
He sat on the sofa with his head lowered. The pharaoh\'s scepter was placed beside him, and the sphinx mask was deeply lowered.
He didn\'t even dare to raise his head to look at the witches who had already arrived at the door.
"What\'s going on?" A witch thought.
They clearly remembered that they had been separated from Mr. A for less than ten minutes!
Ten minutes!
The leader of the beast sect, the evil god apostle who could stop children from crying at night in the land of Qin and Kunlun state, had become like this.
But soon, the witches knew why.
Under the moonlight that was as gentle as water, they felt it.
There was a terrifying and evil whisper that was singing in a low voice.
From their souls, and from their bodies.
In this indescribable and terrifying whisper, the witches of the feast discovered in horror that the psionic power in their bodies had disappeared!
And..
They had also lost all control of their bodies at the same time.
Although they could still think and even seemed to be able to move freely.
But..
What to say... what to do..
It was no longer up to them!
They felt that at this moment, they were like puppets being manipulated, machines being controlled.
They had to follow the lines, and they had to run according to the code.
Otherwise..
Thus, they collectively became mute.
The witches of the feast finally knew what fear was, what terror was!
Their bodies couldn\'t help but tremble.
At this moment, they heard the voice of the oriental man, "Come in!"
These three simple words were filled with majesty, as if they had power.
"It\'s okay, don\'t worry!" He smiled. It was exceptionally terrifying and terrifying!
He was clearly just a thin and weak ordinary person. He clearly didn\'t have any psionic power fluctuations. He clearly..
However, every word seemed to contain boundless power.
Every syllable emitted a terrifying and profound ripple.
The witches of the feast, trembling with fear and helplessness, obeyed his orders obediently.
They walked in.
He walked into the seemingly ordinary bookstore.
It was not until they stepped into the bookstore that they realized the true nature of the bookstore.
Beneath the floorboards, a terrifying, powerful, and indescribable monster lay dormant.
On the ceiling, countless compound eyes peeped through the cracks.
One after another, tentacles appeared from the shadows of the witches.
They gently wrapped around the shadows of the witches.
The witches finally knew why Mr. A was so obedient.
The light shone on Mr. A's figure.
The true shadow of the leader of the Beast Sect was reflected.
However, at this moment, the shadow of the leader of the Beast Sect had already knelt on the floor respectfully.
He was shaking!
He was trembling!
He was afraid!
He was repenting!
The witches looked in the direction where Mr. A's shadow was crawling.
Then, they were exactly like Mr. A.
His body trembled in fear, and his soul repented in fear.
They wanted to kneel down, but they were not allowed.
Thus, they could only let their shadows, like Mr. A, crawl down and prostrate themselves on the ground.
Because …
In front of them, the figure of the man in pure black had already appeared.
A God as pure as agate.
The nebula was faintly discernible in his skin and body.
Endless chaos covered him.
But …
At this moment, the God of the Black Feast knelt on one knee on the ground.
He lowered his head in the direction of the ordinary Easterner.
The witches of the feast finally knew that they had committed a sin that could not be forgiven even if they died ten thousand times!
They had actually harbored enmity towards the person whom their God served!?
What a foolish and unpardonable sin!
… …
Ling Ping'an looked at the ten or so women who were all wearing black robes and covered their bodies.
These poor people were very afraid.
Their bodies were trembling.
Obviously …
Ling Ping'an guessed …
Were they members of a circus or acrobatic troupe?
He turned his head to look at the mute wearing a strange mask and then looked at the things on these women.
They were wearing some low-quality crystals that looked very cheap.
They were the kind of accessories that could be bought at stalls for a few yuan each.
He let out a soft sigh and sighed in his heart, "The Internet is a good thing for most people..."
"But for these small circuses that rely on the traditional model, it is a disaster!"
In the past, when Ling Ping'an was young, he could often see puppet shows, plays, acrobatic performances, and circuses at temple fairs.
But ever since the rise of the Internet.
These professions had suffered a devastating dimensional reduction blow!
The market that they relied on for a living had been completely devoured by the Internet.
Except for a few people who successfully transformed and became Internet celebrities with the help of the Internet.
For the rest, it was quite difficult for them to even survive.
Especially for a group like this …
Ling Ping'an imagined a deeply disabled but determined leader with more than a dozen pitiful people who shared the same fate.
They traveled north and south in an attempt to rely on their own labor to fill their stomachs.
But …
Year after year passed, fewer and fewer people were willing to hire them.
Finally, just like in the past, they walked to Jiangcheng City in an attempt to obtain a business. However, they realized that this city, which had once been very fond of acrobatic performances, no longer had a place for them!
And the money they carried with them had been exhausted.
After selling the last of their belongings, they were unable to raise the travel expenses. They didn't even have the money to eat.
Helpless, the despaired leader came out alone to beg for money.
The members who discovered his disappearance came out to look for him in the middle of the night.
It was truly a tragic sight!
Of course …
Ling Ping'an knew that perhaps that was not the case.
However, no matter what the truth was, it was obvious that he could not solve this matter by himself.
Therefore, he smiled and said to these women, "Don't be afraid, everyone..."
"I will help you!"
Therefore, he picked up the phone and dialed the number left by the police officer last time.
Not long after, the police officer picked up.
"Hello! Sir Police Officer, I'm Ling Ping'an... "
"Yes... I'm the bookstore owner who called the police last time..."
He turned around and looked at the women who were obviously afraid and fearful. Then, he looked at the man who lowered his head with a face full of shame and didn't dare to raise his head.
Therefore, he asked the police officer on the other side of the phone, "It's like this. There's something I need to trouble you with..."
"I have some poor people here..."
"I hope that you can think of a way. Can you find an organization or contact a foundation to settle them down..."
"Yes..."
"Yes..."
"Please come over as soon as possible!"
Ling Ping'an put down the phone and turned around to look at the people who seemed to be afraid because they heard the word police officer.
He comforted them, "Don't be afraid, everyone!"
"Please believe me!" He smiled and said sincerely, "I will help you..."
"I will help you regain your life!"
… …
Mr. A raised his head and looked at the seemingly ordinary man with a sincere smile on his face.
He spoke slowly, his tone gentle and calm.
But …
Every word he said made Mr. A's soul and body tremble uncontrollably when he heard it.
"Don't be afraid, everyone..."
You can choose not to be afraid, if you are brave enough!
"Please believe me..."
If you don't believe me, then die!
"I will help you..."
Obey me, obey me, and fear me! Ants!
"I will help you regain your life!"
Stupid ants! You must pay the price for your blasphemy and contempt!
If you do not obey and obey my commands ten thousand percent, I will kill you!
In front of Mr. A's eyes, there was darkness, silence, and depth.
Terrifying murmurs and crazy monsters surrounded him.
So he knew that if he did not obey and obey ten thousand percent, he would not be able to do so.
Then he would definitely drown in the craziest dream, be eaten by monsters again and again, and die miserably and painfully over and over again in madness!
… …
In the monitoring room.
Situ He was looking at the image sent back by the camera.
In the bookstore, Mr. A and the thirteen witches of the feast were all sitting and standing like wood.
The owner of the bookstore was holding the phone, talking to someone.
Of course, no one in the Blackguard dared to eavesdrop on his phone.
It was not only because doing so might anger him.
It was also because no one could eavesdrop!
The last recording incident had made them understand that it was okay to listen to the owner of the bookstore's voice in person.
However, if anyone wanted to record it …
They had to be prepared to face him directly!
At the very least, they had to be prepared to face an indescribable monster coming to their door!
So …
Situ He couldn't help but be curious.
"Who is he talking to?"
No one could answer Situ He's question.
However, a moment later, Situ He's phone rang.
He picked it up in confusion, looked at the number displayed on the phone, and then picked it up. "Hmm..."
"What?" He stood up.
"Hmm..." he barely suppressed the excitement in his heart, put down the phone, and looked at Li Shouyi, who was sitting at the side.
"Commander-in-chief..." Situ He's voice was trembling.
"The target called..." Situ He said, "He said that there are some poor people who want the Federal Empire to accept..."
Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the image captured by the camera.
The leader of the Beast Sect, code name A.
The thirteen witches of the feast.
Did he mean them when he said the pitiful people?
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