Chapter 353: 352 closed

Chapter 353: 352 closed

Chapter 353 352. Closed door

You should give me an explanation! Mark!

Henric clutched the clergyman's shoulders, feeling very emotional. But then, he was shocked to find that the old acquaintance in front of him actually shook his hand away.

That power is not ordinary people!

"I don't have any explanation for you. The spread of lycanthropy is getting worse, it's harder to control, and there are more difficult patients to deal with, that's all."

Mark immediately retracted his hand after shaking off Henrik, retracted into his robe, and spoke calmly.

At this time, the place where they were was gradually filled with supplies shipped from the church's hunter workshop.

The Healing Churchs notice on hunting night was only passed on to the hunters who wanted to work, and the public was not informed on a large scale.

But the people living around the supply point were neither blind nor stupid. When they saw so many things being transported and debugged in a hurry, a nervous tension still spread throughout the area.

Hunters and church personnel responsible for transporting supplies all looked a little tired.

They had already done similar work during the day yesterday, and during the day today, they also dealt with the corpses and fires on the street, and they have not finished dealing with them yet.

Now, they have to do it all over again.

Amidst the chaotic flow of people and the anxious atmosphere, the confrontation between Henrik and Mark continued.

Thats it? Henryks tone contained suppressed anger.

"Do you remember how the two of us escaped in Old Yanan back then? At that time, the Healing Church closed the road from Old Yanan to the church town, and the two of us slipped through the crack in the door! They took those who were not infected with the disease Those who are sick and infected are all locked in a sea of fire!"

Have you forgotten the scene at that time? Have you forgotten the scene where human fat was heated to a liquid state, and then flowed to pile up under your feet?

Mark checked off another list and responded calmly.

That was the churchs attempt to lock down serious lycanthropy. There was nothing we could do at the time. For the sake of more peoples lives, we must make a choice.

I also tried hard to convince myself that it was a choice I had to make, otherwise I wouldnt be able to sleep peacefully for decades.

Henric said coldly, but then his tone softened.

"You should at least tell me the truth this time. We are old friends, aren't we? How far has lycanthropy progressed now? People think that hunters are on the front line of hunting, and they know the best. But You and I both know that only the church responsible for integrating the data knows the full picture today!"

You should at least let me know how prepared I should be on this hunting night! Mark! For the sake of our friendship over so many years!

The old hunter's sincere affection seemed to shake the clergy. They had indeed known each other for decades and had a friendship that had crossed the sea of fire together.

So Mark murmured a few times, then turned around and started walking again, arranging the distribution of supplies.

To the church town, Henrik! Lets go!

Mark put the stack of supplies lists in his arms and dragged Henrik up a ladder on the side of the road.

The link between Church Town and Yanan is a huge stone bridge. On the opposite side of the stone bridge is a large, exquisite and solid iron gate. Behind the iron gate is Church Town, the center of Yanan.

Marks call immediately brought back bad memories to Henrik.

That long night, filled with fire, charred beasts, and charred humans.

His old face almost immediately froze in shock.

Mark, you mean.

Will they lock people out of the mission town like they did on the night Old Yharnam was destroyed? !

Mark didnt speak, but climbed the ladder more quickly.

When the last ray of daylight was about to disappear in the sky, Henrik and Mark finally saw the bridge leading to the church town.

There were many people and carriages on the bridge, waiting to take refuge inside the church town.

This is the benefit of people who live close together. It is often easier to survive the hunting night in a church town than outside.

The two old men looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Church Town is still letting people in, which is much better than they expected.

Put the knife away.

Mark tugged on Henrik's sleeve. He knew very well what this old acquaintance was planning to do when he held the knife just now.

If he bumped into someone who was about to close the door, he would probably chop it down directly.

Henric retracted his meat saw after being persuaded, and Mark led him through the crowd and squeezed towards the iron gate.

Just when the two of them were almost a few steps away from the heavy iron door, and even Mark was able to say hello to his colleagues, in the direction of the church town, the roar of the big clock rang again!

Henrik's face turned dull. He didn't know why he rang the bell twice, so he turned to look at Mark, a clergyman. But he found that his old acquaintance was also pale at this time.

There was a "squeaking" sound from the metal door. The civilians, hunters who were maintaining order, and the clergy who were crowding in front were all looking at the door that was gradually closing in horror.

Henric was the first to react, and he rushed forward to push open the door.

But it was useless. Even after several hunters entered, the door was still closed by mechanical power.

The **** sunset finally disappeared behind the gate, and for a moment, the entire stone bridge fell into deathly silence.

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