Maple Street, a two-story building, the white gray on the exterior wall is a bit mottled, and the shaded side is even covered with moss.

In a silent room, a strong smell of blood filled the room, and a pattern was drawn on the ground.

The thing seemed to be mixed with some small pieces of blood.

A woman was standing in the corner, wearing a pleated skirt, and she was calm, but her pale face, trembling muscles and nails that were deeply trapped in her skin all revealed the tension and fear in her heart.

Behind her was a figure shrouded in darkness.

In the center of the room, two corpses were lying on the ground, their eyes wide open to the outward bulge as if they were telling the pain they had experienced before their death.

Their gender is meaningless.

The chest cavity was divided into two by the sharp blade, and then it was forcibly pried open, and the ribs rose high like two open doors!

Edith gritted her teeth tightly, resisting the rolling gastric juice, and trying not to look at the corpse on the ground.

Just a few minutes ago, the devilish black shadow used the chest and abdomen of the two people as a container.

In addition to the smell of blood, there are other smells that are disgusting.

"Miss Edith, this altar is not bad, right?"

The sound in the dark suddenly opened, breaking the dead silence in the room and making the already fear-filled air even more depressing.

That tone seemed to be an artist showing off his work.

His hands were blood-red with plasma, waving beside Edith.

Something sticky splashed onto his face. Edith didn't dare to wipe it. She resisted the urge to vomit, looked at the pattern with a stiff expression, and nodded reluctantly.

"Haha, I know! I know! As ritualists, our aesthetics should be closer, what a wonderful taste!"

"Say..."

Edith's gastric juice rolled again and rushed directly to her throat.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly rang, stopping the conversation with only one person.

Gudu—

She swallowed the sour water forcibly, and the door creaked and opened.

A man with his head down flinched and stood by the door, reporting in a humble voice: "Mr. Naix, the people of the temple have traced the third place of sacrifice."

The black shadow laughed arrogantly, and the laughter was like a blunt object friction: "Haha, the extraordinary people in the Time Sequence Temple are all wastes, perfect waste!"

"Go! Make the traces as obvious as possible, so that the lackeys in Farelinburg can discover them faster! I don't have the time and patience to wait for them to smell the smell!"

"Yes!" the man responded quickly.

The dark shadow's voice sounded again: "In addition, it is their honor to clean up the garbage here and be sacrificed to the great deceased!"

A few minutes later, only half-dried blood-colored patterns remained in the room.

Edith, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, felt like an ice cave fell into an inside.

This cult doesn't have to use himself at all...

His methods were evil and cruel, and more importantly, the knowledge of ritual learning was richer than hers!

Although the patterns on the ground are disgusting, they are also constructed based on ritualism.

Like part of a complete pattern...

It's a pity that she can't understand at all.

When she was caught by this cult, she actually had a trace of fantasy.

As long as you cooperate and rely on your rich knowledge of ritual learning, you may be able to save your life.

But now, she felt that she was just an optional toy that could become a sacrifice at any time.

My only hope is the information that was published in the newspaper...

Just hope is slim.

First of all, you must be seen in time.

Secondly, the other party must take action.

The previous article is quite easy, but for wild ritualists, there are too many things to worry about, and their execution ability is naturally limited.

However, the career of a wild ritualist has made the seemingly weak Edith have a strong strength that ordinary people cannot match.

Otherwise, ordinary women would have been scared to death long ago when facing the terrifying scene in front of them.

Just as Edith forced to suppress the fear of death and prayed in her heart, the man slowly walked to her.

His lips raised, with a smile, but made a sound that made Edith feel desperate.

"Miss Edith, the news you sent out should have been distributed to every corner of the city with the newspaper!"

Edith's eyes turned black and her feet became weak, and she fell to the ground.

He discovered it!

Why, why didn't he stop himself?!

The last hope was shattered, and while the darkness in front of me was left, there was only deep self-blame.

If a colleague really takes the risk to rescue him, he will harm them...

"Miss Edith, although I don't know who you have sent the message to, but you have to put all your hopes on, don't let you down, and don't let me down!"

"In this way, the sacrifice can be even more interesting! Hahaha!"

A rampant laughter rang out in the darkness, weakening, and finally gradually disappeared...

The man left the room.

Edith's delicate body trembled violently, and finally curled up to the corner of the wall helplessly, with tears of regret hanging on the corners of his red eyes.

...

On Wednesday, the weather was gloomy.

Martin still got up early in the morning, washed up briefly, changed his clothes, looked at the cuckoo wall clock, and it was just past eight o'clock.

After leaving the door, he went straight to the square, had breakfast first, and then came to the thick iron gate.

The door is closed.

I turned my head and looked at the bell tower in the square. It was already half past eight.

At this moment, he saw Casan walking slowly not far away.

"Ms. Kassan, good morning."

Martin nodded and greeted, with a polite smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mr. Martin."

Kasan took out the key and opened the door, smiling as well.

"It is a good habit to be punctual, but there is no need to come too early next time. Otherwise, you can only be locked outside and drink cold wind."

Kassan seemed to be in a good mood today, or because of her personality, she actually joked.

Martin nodded.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Kassan turned on the fluorescent lights, and the hall became very bright, so he asked casually.

"I just ate in the restaurant next door." Martin answered honestly.

He still can't figure out Casan's temper and personality, as well as the role he really plays, so he naturally has to be more cautious.

Kassan spread his hands gently: "That's a pity. I made a lot of cookies here, just for breakfast."

After talking for a few words without nutrition, the two of them talked very well for a few words, Kassan said hello and entered his room, while Martin found a seat in the hall to sit down.

Eight:50.

Except Alder, everyone else has arrived.

Martin also met another member of the team: Doriani.

Unexpectedly, she turned out to be a woman.

She was wearing ordinary casual clothes and there was no trace of cosmetics on her face.

The long brown hair is tying briefly, and it sags naturally, making it look heroic and extremely capable.

"This is Doriani, just like you, and he has just advanced to extraordinary things for a while."

"This is Martin."

This time, Mike spoke in front of Alder and took the initiative to introduce the two.

The two shook hands and greeted each other, which was considered to be acquaintance.

"Since you two newcomers are here, I'll talk about something you should know first."
To be continued...