Chapter 193

"Crack, click..."

The only sound in the room was the sound of gulping breaths and creepy chewing sounds, and the rest of the blood feast participants stood there tremblingly, not daring to move.

Seeing the behemoth in front of him shoving the unlucky egg into his mouth like eating a kebab, blood spilled all over him.

Those who were planning to scream for help also immediately silenced, for fear that the cruel black wizard who was suspected to be Wilde in front of him would say "You don't want to?" and then kill them too.

There is absolutely no single character who can catch the blood feast line.

They're not stupid, they're all good people, it's hard to see that this guy doesn't care what they say, he's just trying to make an example of others.

It doesn't matter whether the chicken is crowing or not, or what it is crowing.

It's important to show other people what rejection looks like.

They were just a little stunned by the shock of this strange scene just now, their brains went blank, and their sanity was temporarily disconnected.

Now seeing the scene where this person was poked into skewers on the spot, he really woke up in an instant!

The rationality that came back told them that those who know the current affairs are the best!

"I believe it! I believe it! I believe everything you say!"

The most cowardly one nodded like a chicken pecking rice on the spot, recognized the "Father and Savior" who had never heard of it before, and then looked at Wilde with a flattering smile.

Wilde glanced at him, showed a kind smile that a qualified preacher should have, waved and said, "Very well, then come here."

The guy was immediately ecstatic, showing a desperate expression, ran up to Wilde, and said: "My name is Doyle, I am a hunter, and I am a loyal follower of Mr. Lin from now on. What do you have?" Whatever you tell me, I will finish it!"

Although he didn't know who this Mr. Lin was, and he didn't know what power he possessed that made Wilde believe in it, but for his own sake, he could just let him believe in the Flying Pasta Sect!

However, Doyle didn't expect that his words were just to be polite. Unexpectedly, the old man in front of him glanced at him and said, "It just so happens that I do have something that you must complete."

Doyle's face froze, he scolded himself for being too talkative, and then forced a flattering smile: "Just say it, I promise to do it well!"

Wilde handed over the book in his hand and said, "Read this book."

Doyle took the book carefully, glanced at the cover first, felt that the book didn't look like a monster in disguise, then looked at Wilde's expression, confirmed that he was serious, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh..." He thought to himself: "I said it earlier, it's just reading a book, 'bread' is really useless."

Bread is the code name of the guy who has been buried in the belly of the dog.

Judging from the way he died, his code name does not have a sense of irony.

"But fortunately, I don't have to die. Maybe I can get on Wilde's thigh! This is a great wizard of destruction level. I didn't expect that he didn't die back then, but he seemed to have some kind of opportunity!"

Thinking in his heart, Doyle happily opened the book called "Corpse Eater Rituals".

But then his happy expression froze on his face.

The contents of the book in front of him, like an abyss, sent a chill down his spine and his brain trembled, as if he felt that countless hands around him were dragging him into endless darkness and terror...

The rest of the people saw that Doyle was just called to read a book, and they had different thoughts in their hearts, but it must be true to be relieved.

It seems that if this person is really Wilde, then maybe he didn't die because of this so-called Mr. Lin, and because of this, he became a follower of Mr. Lin and was helping the Corpse Eater to spread the faith.

To spread faith, people need to be believers!

And the dead can't become believers, so they have a chance to live!

As soon as this cognition came into being, the original despair in their hearts dissipated a little.

However, the next moment, they saw Doyle, who was holding the book, gradually became frantic and ferocious, his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, more than half protruded, his pupils were spinning around, and a terrible "hoho" sound came out of his throat.

His hands holding the book trembled, as if he had seen something terrible, but he couldn't take his eyes off the pages.

On his neck, the blue blood vessels also began to protrude, as if crawling with unknown creatures.

"Hehe...hehehehahahahaha!"

Doyle suddenly laughed strangely, but his expression became more and more painful: "Hahaha it's terrible... help me hahaha... don't! Don't come here hahaha... lord haha... my lord... hahaha... "

"boom!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Doyle's entire head exploded.

The rest of the people froze, and sharp-eyed people could still see some slender things like short tentacles dancing on the bloody neck.

It's as if those blood vessels are alive...

"hiss……"

Everyone sucked in a breath of air-conditioning, and the chill was thick behind them.

Wilde watched this scene indifferently, took the book back from the headless corpse, and said indifferently: "You must complete this matter—because if you don't complete it, you will die."

He turned his gaze to the rest of the people: "How about you, would you like to? I don't have that much patience."

The rest of the people were shocked when they heard this!

The guy who teased Greddy before was code-named "Night Falcon", and now his eyes were gloomy, and he was cursing in his heart, and he no longer believed that the other party was planning to preach.

Grass!

If you don't believe in death, you will die if you believe in it!

Who believes this is preaching? ! I just want to play with them, and let them experience deep fear before they die!

This guy is definitely Wilde, only that cruel, tyrannical, murderous lunatic would do such a thing.

Fight!

It's a pity that Ye Falcon just took a step forward when the lightning-fast tentacles pierced his abdomen directly. His eyes widened in disbelief.

How can it be so fast? !

Ye Falcon suddenly remembered what this monster's appearance represented: "Sky... the wolf of the empty garden! Pfft!"

He spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was ashen, two levels of destruction, what a ghost!

Wilde stretched out his hand to open the book and placed it in front of Night Falcon. The tentacles clamped Night Falcon's face together so that he could only look at the pages in front of him.

"Ahhhh!"

"Patter."

The believers were lucky this time, and they endured Mr. Lin's words, but they just rolled their eyes and lost consciousness. They may be a little out of their senses, but at least there is nothing wrong with them.

Wilde smiled and looked at the others who were trembling.

"Now it's your turn."

Others were in utter despair—what the hell is this book? !

What Heavenly Father and Savior, this is simply an evil god!

Although they yelled not to, but there was nothing they could do. One by one, only three of the last nine were intact...at least outwardly.

Now, the only person in the whole room who is decent is the wireman "Dragon" Dunlop Garr.

He is completely stunned now.

Trembling and leaning against the wall, looking at Wilde who was getting closer, he said in a trembling voice, "I, I, I am willing, but I have a last wish... No, no, no, I want to make my wish come true!"

Wilde chuckled and said, "Our all-knowing and all-powerful Lord will grant all your wishes."

"That... I, can I have an autograph?"

Gal took out a notebook and a pen from his pocket.