With a gun in hand, Ross finally had the capital to talk, and the two sides began to talk.
Ross wanted the other side to help find her daughter, and the leader of the group, a middle-aged woman, proposed that she help eliminate the devil.
They finally reached an agreement: Ross would help the middle-aged woman named Dalia eliminate the devil first, and these people would help Ross find her daughter.
It was a very unfair deal for Ross.
But she was the one asking for help in this deal, and it was hard for her to negotiate better terms.
She could only offer first and hope that the other side would abide by the agreement.
Luke didn't say anything.
The woman was desperate for her daughter. What could she do?
Ross's choice might not be the best, or even the right one.
But nobody would know if it was the best or the right choice until the final result was out.
Life was like a box of chocolates.
Nobody could be sure whether the next one was real chocolate or sh * t until they put it in their mouth.
That was the end of the matter.
Until the darkness outside receded, Ross and the people here could live in peace.
But when she accidentally showed a picture of her daughter, Sharon, to a "local woman" in the church, the woman's expression changed drastically, and she shouted, "Her daughter is the devil! She's the witch's lackey!"
After the agreement, Ross let down his guard and was pinned down by the crowd of people, and didn't have a chance to take out the gun in his bag.
Luke was lost for words. In this weird place, surrounded by ugly strangers, was it necessary to put her only weapon back in her bag?
Instead of attacking, Luke pondered the "devil" that the "local woman" had mentioned.
The moment she saw the picture of Ross's daughter, she was certain that the little girl was a devil and Ross was its lackey?
Unlike the middle-aged woman who had claimed that Ross was a witch at the beginning, this local woman didn't seem to be faking it. She really believed it.
Recalling the information on Ross that the main body had seen, this housewife had mysteriously gone to Silent Hill, which was hundreds of kilometers away, to look for her missing adopted daughter.
There were too many coincidences for Luke to complain about.
In the middle of the commotion, the locals dragged another person out from the back of the church at Dalia's command.
It was a girl who was seven or eight years old.
When she saw Ross, she called out loudly for her mother. Other than tears, there was only fear and panic on her snow-white face.
Obviously, she was quite frightened by these locals.
Ross's eyes were bloodshot as she cursed Dalia and the others.
Because her daughter, Sharon, was tied up like her.
Luke, who was listening on the side, had to admit that the scene of mother and daughter being tied up by a bunch of unkempt, crazed people did look a little like the prelude to a certain JPG.
Daria, the old woman with the traditional dark blue dress and coiffed hair, smiled. "What can we give to the devil and her minions?"
"Judgement!" A group of people shouted in unison.
Luke was lost for words. You dare steal my line? Hmm, forget it, just don't let the next one go.
The group of people shouted their slogans and got busy.
A long time later, a huge pile of firewood was piled up in the circular depression at the center of the church. Ross and Sharron were tied to a long wooden ladder and leaned against the grandstand on the second floor of the church.
A priest's robe was brought in and put on the middle-aged woman, whose name was Dalia.
The old woman wore a typical mask smile. She spread her hands and walked around the pile of firewood. She said loudly, "The devil is hiding in the dark. She has always wanted to threaten the believers of the Lord. Today, she appeared again in the form of a child. She wants to deceive us and make us feel weak and sympathetic. "
She pointed at the little girl, Sharon.
Ross cursed, "You damn old woman. She's just a child. You're the devil who should go to hell."
Daria looked at her with a smile. "Do you see that? This is the person who was bewitched by the devil and became her minions. She's clearly not her child, but this woman is willing to risk her life to protect the devil. She's completely under the devil's control. "
She then stopped looking at Ross and looked around at her companions. "Once again, let us reunite for a clean world. Burn the devil and eliminate evil."
Then, she pointed at Sharon. "Burn the devil's incarnation and defeat the devil!"
The surrounding people all shouted along, drowning out Ross's cursing.
A moment later, the old woman, Daria, signaled to the people upstairs. "The devil and her minions will be cleansed by hellfire and return to hell!"
The people on the second floor loosened the ropes that were tied to the two long wooden ladders, and the ladders slowly tilted toward the middle.
In the end, Ross and Sharon were less than a meter away from each other, and the huge pile of firewood was three meters away.
A hideous smile appeared on Daria's face. She grabbed the torch next to her and walked to the pile of firewood. "Beg the Lord for mercy, devil!"
She threw the torch into the pile of firewood. The firewood, which had been doused with gasoline, burst into flames and quickly grew larger. The one-meter-tall flames flickered crazily under Ross and Sharon.
The onlookers cheered, as if they were really burning the devil.
Their faces were twisted and their expressions were crazed, as if they had gone mad.
But ten seconds later, someone began to feel that something wasn't right. Wait, why isn't there any smell?
Having burned people many times before, they were all too familiar with the process.
Although Ross and Sharon were some distance away from the fire, the heat was enough to burn their clothes, hair, and flesh in a short period of time.
It was similar to roasting a furred pig.
Even though Ross and his daughter were crying and cursing, but... they didn't look like they were being roasted, no matter how he looked at it.
Luke, who was hidden on the side, shook his head in boredom. This year's "devil" wasn't good enough. They actually didn't come out.
Think about Blackheart and the four earth, water, fire, and wind gifts, and Mephistos. Which one of them hadn't been amazing when they came out?
Although some had died and some had run away, they had at least appeared in the limelight!
The mother and daughter in front of him, on the other hand, didn't explode when they were almost roasted, and they didn't have anyone backing them up to shout, "Great Saint, please have mercy." They were simply failures.
As a result, Luke could only use his telekinesis to isolate the temperature at the last moment.
It had nothing to do with Ross and Sharon; it was purely because he didn't like the "locals."
All of them had red names. None of them were good. Even in death, they couldn't rest in peace. How annoying. Luke complained inwardly.
The locals, who had just been immersed in the pleasure of being evil, panicked. They all looked at the old woman, Daria, and wanted her to make a decision.
Daria's face turned green and white. She gritted her teeth and had the people on both sides continue to lower the rope.
If they couldn't be roasted in the air, they could just put them in the fire. She didn't believe that they wouldn't be burned to death.
A minute later, apart from the sound of breathing, the crackling of the firewood, and Sharon's sobbing, there was dead silence in the church.
Even Ross, who was crawling on top of the firewood, was dumbfounded. Was this some kind of "live roasting" magic show? It looked like they were roasted, but it was all an illusion.
Otherwise, why wasn't she or her daughter even a hair singed?
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