Chapter 383

In the dark, there was a sudden sound of striking a match. A small flame lit up and soon ignited a kerosene lamp.

Two nuns in black robes, carrying kerosene lamps, looked at them with pale faces and fear. In front of them, a wooden door was closed.

The surface of the wooden door is full of scratches. It looks like it was scratched by nails. It should have been a long time. The material is a little black. A line of Roman is also engraved on the crossbar in the middle of the wooden door.

"This is not under the command of God!"

"Are you sure we have to do this?"

A younger looking nun asked her companion in a trembling voice.

The nun, who looked a little mature, nodded, "we have no choice, sister."

With that, she took out a simple big key, slowly inserted it into the lock hole on the wooden door and rotated it with force. Just listen to the "click" sound, and the wooden door silently dodges a gap.

"I hope the holy things inside are useful, otherwise we really can't deal with the evil spirit."

The mature nun just wanted to open the wooden door. The young nun grabbed her companion and said in a hurry, "I think we should stick to it and wait for the support of the Holy See?"

"We don't have a phone here. We don't even know whether the Holy See has received our request for help, let alone when the support will arrive." The nun sighed, "there are no living people in the whole monastery except us. Now we can only stop it."

With that, the mature nun clenched her teeth and opened the wooden door. Immediately, a cold white fog spread out from behind the door. Looking at the darkness behind the door, she walked slowly into the door with a kerosene lamp.

It was too dark inside the door. Although she was carrying a kerosene lamp, the nun took only three or four steps and was completely swallowed by the darkness. She couldn't even see the light of the kerosene lamp.

The young nun outside the door knelt on the ground with trembling hands, holding the cross hanging on her neck, and prayed in a trembling voice: "... Father in heaven, may everyone respect you as holy, may your kingdom come, and may your will be done on earth..."

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the door. The nun trembled and suddenly looked up. A bloody hand suddenly stretched out in the dark. The frightened nun screamed and sat back on the ground.

With a "pa" sound, the bunch of keys were thrown out of the darkness. Then the mature nun leaned out of the darkness, with blood on her face. She shouted in a hurry: "take the key and go... Remember, it must be attached to escape here. You know what you should do!"

The young nun shook her head. "No, I can't, I can't."

"You must make a choice. Once you let it escape, there will be endless trouble..."

The mature nun screamed and was suddenly dragged into the dark.

Shivering, the young nun got up from the ground, grabbed the key, turned her head and ran away. After running out of this dark path, the nun rushed into the chapel, "plop", knelt in front of the statue of the virgin, and cried out in a trembling voice: "my Lord, my virgin, may your brilliance shine on the earth and drive away all darkness..."

Suddenly, there was a "click" thunder outside the window. The nun was surprised. Subconsciously, she turned and looked out of the window. It was calm and there seemed to be no lightning.

But when she looked back, she was frightened to find that half of the face of the statue of the virgin had disappeared. Reflected by the chandelier, the statue of the virgin with half a face missing seemed particularly gloomy and terrible. In a trance, nun orange felt that the statue of the virgin with half a face missing was looking at herself darkly.

The nun stood up trembling, then stumbled out of the chapel, up the stone steps and ran to her residence. After closing the door tightly with her backhand, she walked step by step to the window.

Right next to the window, there was a pile of hemp rope.

The nun hung the keys around her neck, shakily picked up the hemp rope, turned her head and looked at the door. The locked door suddenly shook violently, and a moment later, it burst open.

The candles lit on the wall outside the door went out one by one from far to near. In a trance, you can see a nun in a robe standing in the dark where the candle light can't shine.

The young nun's face showed a look of despair. As the candles went out one by one, the cross hanging on the wall of the house began to rotate slowly.

The young nun pushed open the window, climbed to the windowsill, reached out and tied the hemp rope around her neck, looked up at the night sky and murmured, "Lord, please forgive my sin!"

As she spoke, she jumped. A moment later, the hemp rope in the room suddenly stretched straight.

I saw another section of hemp rope, which had been firmly tied to the leg of the bed.

Obviously, the young nun was already ready to commit suicide.

With a dull sound of "bang", the cross in the room stood upside down completely, and then was shrouded in flames.

At the same time, a dark wind blew, and the window pushed open by the nun closed quietly. On the window glass, a ferocious and terrible nun's face was vaguely reflected.

***

Open the heavy iron door, lift the heavy cloth curtain, and the pungent smell of disinfectant pours on your face. However, Sharon keenly smelled that there was a rotten smell in the smell of the disinfectant.

The middle of the room was separated by a white silk gauze. When the gauze was lifted, Sharon's eyebrows were not picked.

Behind the gauze was a big bed. On both sides of the big bed stood five priests in white coats and masks. A few stoves were placed in the distance. The burning flames kept jumping from the stove, and the steaming room was like an oven.

As for the big bed, it was full of luxurious silk and satin, piled like cotton. Among them lay an old man with white hair and white robes. There was a fist sized tumor on the old man's face. Black water was seeping from the tumor, and the lower half of his mouth was cracked. If there was no constant wiping by the people next to him, the black water would go deep into his mouth.

"Who is this?"

Sharon looked suspiciously at the cardinal who led the way. The cardinal bowed respectfully to the old man lying on the bed and said respectfully, "this is your Majesty the Pope."

"Isn't that right?" Sharon frowned. "I remember seeing him on TV last week, sitting in a glass cover and walking the street... Cough, parade, very strong. How can it be like this in a week?"

"Oh, you're talking about your current Pope, and this is your former Pope."

The cardinal explained.

Sharon narrowed his eyes: "how old?"

"Er..."

The cardinal opened his mouth and said nothing. Instead, the old man lying in bed said, "when the black death was rampant in the middle ages."

"No wonder I feel something wrong with you." Sharon snorted, "it's an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years."

"Bold!"

Others glared at Sharon, but the former Pope waved his hand: "don't be rude to God's giver."

Then he waved to Sharon, "come forward, God giver."

Sharon looked at the tumor with black water on the old man's face and smiled: "I can hear it clearly here."

"Don't worry, I'm not infected with this disease."

"Oh, look at that, as if I discriminated against you? How is it possible? I just feel that I should keep a certain distance from such a noble person as you to show respect. "

With that, Sharon quickly put on a gas mask, took out a bottle of alcohol pot and sprayed it on his hands.