Ch 64: The Evil Church
The portal to the twisted world in front has been completely sealed. The black mist from the road permit has begun to fill the black vortex inside, and the transparent area has started to thicken.
Qin Jin-Nian stood here and waited for more than ten minutes. Estimating that the people inside had already left, he then took out a road permit and crushed it. (Edited later, this road permit was sent by Liu An and Zhou Yuan. Chapters sixty-two and sixty-three have included related descriptions. )
Immediately, a large amount of black mist surged out, instantly colliding with the black mist inside the twisted world, directly opening a ‘gap’.
The black substance on Qin Jin-Nian’s body also receded, making him look like an ordinary black market person. Only then did he walk into it.
The familiar feeling immediately came over him, and the panel’s prompt about mental pollution also began to appear.
Qin Jin-Nian first glanced around, but didn’t find anyone. However, he still didn’t use his superpowers, and just walked forward.
As he went deeper, and confirmed that no one was still there, the black substance slowly submerged his figure, allowing him to completely merge into the darkness…
But Qin Jin-Nian, who was having fun outside, was a little unwilling to just walk so slowly. After thinking for a while, he suddenly had a whimsical idea. He saw the shadows under his feet suddenly spin, and after a moment, they actually transformed into a tall, jet-black motorcycle…
Qin Jin-Nian rode on the motorcycle, controlling the two wheels, spinning crazily.
Whoosh!
There was no roar of the engine, but the speed of the black shadow motorcycle suddenly increased.
Qin Jin-Nian’s eyes lit up, and he quickly stabilized his body. In just a short while, he had completely mastered the ‘shadow motorcycle’…
Riding it was no different from an ordinary motorcycle, even including the strong push-back sensation when accelerating.
Before, he really hadn’t figured it out. It was definitely not feasible for shadows to turn into airplanes or even cars, because he wouldn’t know how to build the internal structure. Some small parts existed independently, and shadows might not be able to perfectly simulate them.
But if it was just a motorcycle, then there was absolutely no problem.
After all, the power structure of a motorcycle was relatively simple… And in fact, he didn’t need to consider any power structure at all. He just needed to control the part that turned into the tires to spin wildly.
Every part of the entire vehicle was under his control. With the shadow’s ability to ‘accurately grasp the most original thoughts in his heart’, this shadow motorcycle was even easier for him to control than a real motorcycle.
However, there was also a problem… That was that the throttle and brakes were basically useless, and in fact, they weren’t simulated either.
The speed of the motorcycle depended entirely on Qin Jin-Nian’s thoughts…
He was a little unaccustomed to it at first, but slowly, Qin Jin-Nian felt that it was even better to ride than a real motorcycle.
And the speed wasn’t slow. He tested it, and its top speed could reach over a hundred miles.
It was completely sufficient.
At least it was much more convenient than walking.
Sure enough, laziness was the driving force behind the development of this world.
Qin Jin-Nian thought to himself.
He sped along on the motorcycle.
And after driving for about a few minutes, Qin Jin-Nian suddenly had a change in expression…
He saw some figures appear in front of him.
The shadow motorcycle abruptly stopped without a sound.
A strong inertia came over him.
But the next moment, a large amount of shadows emerged from his body like silk, firmly controlling his body on the motorcycle.
Then, the motorcycle dissipated like smoke with a spin. It turned into a jet-black shadow and merged into the soles of his feet.
Then he squinted and looked…
Under the dark pupils, the darkness was like daylight in Qin Jin-Nian’s eyes. These figures hidden in the darkness were also seen clearly.
It was those people from the Night Watch who had come in before.
They had already stopped.
They were probably still talking about something.
But unfortunately, Qin Jin-Nian had good eyesight, but his hearing was ordinary. He couldn’t hear the content of their conversation.
After thinking about it, Qin Jin-Nian looked around and finally found a tall tree. He merged his figure into the darkness and watched from afar…
No matter what the Night Watch planned to do next, he just needed to keep an eye on them.
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At the same time, all the portals of this black market saw a large influx of people today.
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It seemed that there was not much difference from usual…
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Waiting was always difficult. Qin Jin-Nian was bored and rubbed a ball of shadow…
The shadow turned into a cute black Jigglypuff, the size of a fist, and was kneaded and flattened in Qin Jin-Nian’s hands. The duangduang feel was very decompressive.
But at the same time, he was also thinking about what to do next.
He followed the Night Watch in, naturally because he was still a little worried… The specific location of Ningning was actually unknown… Even whether she was in this black market was unknown.
He had to confirm it with his own eyes before he could feel at ease.
And besides that, there were… shadow points.
He had swallowed a female headmaster, and he gained so many shadow points. And the female headmaster was just a nun in the Church of the End, which was the lowest level.
From Liu An and Zhou Yuan, he already knew the approximate grading of these evil churches.
Ordinary believers, then nuns/monks. Then, priests.
Priests also had ranks.
The lowest was the White-Robed Priest. Above the White-Robed Priest was the Black-Robed Priest. Above that was the Purple-Robed Priest.
Then, it was the Red-Robed Priest.
Above the Red-Robed Priest was the Bishop.
Above the Bishop was the True God…
However, no one had actually seen the so-called ‘True God’… At least, outsiders hadn’t seen them.
For example, Liu An and Zhou Yuan could only come into contact with, and see with their own eyes, at most a White-Robed Priest level of existence.
They were also frequent visitors to the black market.
But few people were willing to associate with them… In Liu An’s words, the White-Robed Priests of these evil churches gave people a very strange feeling, as if they were observing you at any time, and even their gaze seemed to reveal a kind of indescribable evil… as if they wanted to choose people to devour.
It was just so evil!
Otherwise, why would they be called the Evil Church?
And sometimes they would also hold gatherings in the wilderness of the black market… Liu An and Zhou Yuan had encountered them many times when they were working. Their gatherings were very strange. They lit bonfires and then danced strange dances around the bonfire.
They were hysterical, fanatical, and often shouted a strange language that was completely incomprehensible.
But this strange atmosphere gave people an indescribable sense of weirdness.
Those people were just like the shadows that jumped and twisted under their bonfires… giving people a strong sense of discomfort.
Who would be willing to associate with such evil beings?
At least Liu An and Zhou Yuan were unwilling. So most of the time, when they saw them, they would go around…
The above was roughly the information about the Evil Church that he had obtained yesterday.
To be honest, there was nothing substantial, just knowing that these people acted strangely.
But what exactly was strange about them? He couldn’t say.
It really made Qin Jin-Nian a little…
Boom!!!!
Before the thought had fallen, a loud boom, accompanied by a flash of crimson light, exploded in the distance, coming from afar.
Qin Jin-Nian suddenly looked up…
It was a bright fire…
So bright that Qin Jin-Nian immediately thought of the flames that had exploded on that flesh mountain during the Night of the Blood Moon…
And in the next moment, a piercing sound suddenly exploded. Following that, Qin Jin-Nian felt the ground under his butt tremble slightly. Then, a tall, twisted figure appeared in the firelight, emitting a tearing, sharp howl…