At this time, foy manor has completely turned into a hell on earth and a land of flesh and blood.


    On the scarlet land, evil breeds.


    Like the night spirit of strange species, it clings to walls and buildings, tearing and gnawing at living people.


    Officials, journalists, innocent citizens


    They want to escape.


    But it''s too late.


    Facing the night spirit whose limbs are twisted and spliced, it is like a nightmare, irresistible fear of evil, and the crazy collapse of reason and morality.


    Shrill screams weave death hymns.


    Hardy and Carl are blocked in the corner by a night spirit.


    The little man shouted to light up the magazine in the pistol, but he couldn''t stop the approaching night spirit.


    Carl hugged nimosan''s Lantern and tried to find a chance to escape from the corner.


    Far away.


    Officials and citizens who had no time to escape were chased by the night spirit, with blood and broken limbs flying.


    Hendrick protected the mayor and Vera.


    Pulling the trigger in vain, I could only watch the policemen in front of me be killed one by one.


    Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Cole jumping out of the mirror of suffering, and Qien, who ran into the center of the ceremony with a mirror and read poetry loudly, shouted, "cole! Protect the ceremony, don''t worry about us!"


    Cole held a long knife.


    The roaring blood flame is attached to the remnant limbs of the night spirit and burns violently. However, these night spirits, which are originally composed of false life, will not hurt or die.


    Even if burned to ashes by blood flame, it will climb out again in an instant after falling into plasma.


    Pull out a just trial.


    A gun broke the night spirit''s stump extending to gene, ran to cut it into two sections, and said to gene, "concentrate on the sealing ceremony, and leave the rest to me."


    The young man with curly hair was holding the mirror of suffering, sweating, shaking, and even stuttering.


    Suddenly.


    A shrill scream came from a distance.


    Cole, look back.


    Hendrick and the mayor standing beside him were caught by the night spirit and pulled into several paragraphs in the scream of Vera''s hiss.


    Flesh and blood and internal organs fell from the air and poured on her.


    Gene yelled at Cole, "where''s Hugo''s body?!"


    By the wall.


    Hardy pushed Carl hard, but he was caught by the night spirit and shouted, "help them find gene''s body! Leave me alone!"


    Struggling in the hands of the night spirit.


    The little man looked ferocious and cursed madly.


    He will be bitten to death by this ugly evil thing.


    Three bullets across the scarlet track in the air, whistling and breaking the night spirit''s wrist.


    Hardy fell to the ground with a cry of surprise.


    There was no time to shout pain and ran to Cole.


    This is the critical moment.


    The flashing white light of the camera shutter suddenly lights up in the window of a house. A young female reporter wearing glasses is hiding behind the wall.


    The moment she put down the camera.


    His eyes happened to collide with Cole.


    Found by the night spirit.


    She took two steps back, with a camera around her neck, and fled deeper into the room.


    The other side.


    Carl slipped and fell down in the blood.


    Too late to get up, knelt on the ground, groped all the way with his hands, found Hugo''s body and shouted, "hardy! Come and help me!"


    Hardy noticed the night spirit pouring into the ceremony from all directions, helped Carl drag up the body and said anxiously, "boss!"


    Cole stood alone in front of a large number of night spirits.


    The long knife shed blood.


    Bathed in the shadow of evil and terror.


    Like a butcher killing God.


    The night spirit feared by others is no different from a pig in his eyes.


    The splashing scarlet is like a gorgeous death feast, and the fearless remnants of the night spirit fall into the plasma swamp one after another.


    Carl, who dragged Hugo''s body, looked at the man standing next to gene.


    On him.


    Carl can''t see the fear and cowardice that human beings should show when facing evil.


    yes , we have.


    All rage and blood.


    Now?


    He finally understood how this guy survived the witch.


    Drag Hugo''s body to the ritual center.


    Gene cut Hugo''s neck with a dagger, let the cooled blood drip on the mirror of the mirror of suffering, and read the last paragraph of the poem aloud.


    "... the noble soul falls into hell, merciful God! Why don''t you see the brave man suffering!"


    The moment the voice fell.


    The black and yellow wind and sand all over the sky are like the evil of riots.


    To the bones and goats in the sky.


    The clouds rolled, lightning and thunder roared.


    Like the open entrance to the abyss, unspeakable sharp laments are entangled in every inch of Newcastle City and do not want to leave.


    A soul tortured by suffering.


    Fly out of the dirty and strange body of the night spirit.


    Click.


    The crisp sound of mirror fragmentation sounded in foy manor.


    All night spirits, like broken line dolls, fall to the ground in disorder.


    Accompanied by an unwilling cry.


    The clouds contracted rapidly into the deep darkness.


    In an instant, everything was calm, and the moon and stars were bright in the night sky.


    Left.


    Only the plasma and bones of foy manor.


    Hardy looked around the messy manor with a dry voice.


    "Is it over...?"


    After reading the last verse, Qien, with a blank face, sat down on the ground and gasped heavily. He seemed to confront evil directly, causing great harm to his spirit and soul.


    Carl''s heart was like unloading a very heavy burden and kneeling to the ground.


    He looked at Hugo''s body with a complex expression.


    The citizens who had not escaped outside foy manor stopped and looked at the night spirit''s stumps that had fallen nearby.


    A policeman who survived the robbery sat on the ground in a cold sweat.


    Cole stood where he was.


    He was covered with blood.


    Clothes and hair were hung with minced meat.


    Take out the cigarette, light it, walk to the side of the garden and kick away the remaining limbs of the night spirit.


    sit down.


    Take a deep breath, the smoke is swirling, and the hand holding the cigarette trembles slightly.


    Suddenly.


    The sharp white light of the camera flashed past.


    The female reporter, who had previously hidden in the mansion, did not know when to stand in the manor, holding a camera and pressing the shutter at every corner of the manor.


    Compared with Vera, who has been completely stunned and paralyzed on the ground.


    The female reporter was barefoot and carrying high heels.


    Flowing in the plasma all over the place, he came to Cole.


    Maybe brave enough, maybe due to occupational diseases.


    Not afraid of what you see.


    He took out his pen and book from his satchel, went up to Cole, held out a hand and said, "Amelia green, reporter of the great empire daily.


    I want to ask you some questions. Is it convenient now? "


    With a cigarette in his mouth, Cole put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked up at her and said nothing.


    Facing the murderous transpiration, Cole looks like a ghost.


    Amelia''s expression did not change. She naturally sat beside him and said, "I understand your mood now, but the people of the Empire have the right to know the truth.


    In other words, I''d rather believe you than the demon hunting group and the prime minister''s house.


    Mr. Cole walker. "