Chapter 177

"..."

Looking at his sudden change in hair color, Wen Jianyan was stunned.

This is……?

The color as white as fresh snow wrapped around his fingertips, and that familiar color allowed him to capture some fleeting clues.

After being activated, the [Holy Infant Remains] is a completely snow-white baby, and both its hair and eyes are extremely pale and pale.

Could it be that...

In any case, this is no longer an issue that must be considered. Wen Jianyan made a decision immediately: "This is not important. We will talk about it later."

Said, "He let go of his hand, turned his head and quickly glanced behind him.

Under the red sky, there are ancient and tall gray buildings, with scarlet fleshy windows and gaps in the walls, as if some kind of monster with a specific form is gestating in the womb of brick and tile structure.

, turned around to devour the mother body, and continued to spread outward.

The good news is that the high-risk patients in Ping An Nursing Home have not come after them.

But the bad news is that at this rate, this place may fall soon, leaving them with very limited time to stand still.

At this moment, Huang Mao's voice, which seemed to have changed its tone due to nervousness, sounded from the side: "Then, that...you, you guys come to the church--!"

The other party's horrified tone made Wen Jianyan startled, and he subconsciously headed into the church.

Contrary to their initial guess, it did not seem difficult to enter the church. The door was opened unpreparedly, "revealing" the entire view of the chapel.

On the high dome, scarlet skylight penetrates through the glass and shines on the rows of black wooden seats. At the end of the hall is the high cross and the pulpit, everything is shrouded in light red.

Amidst the halo and black shadow, the place that should be particularly holy is looking weird everywhere.

"Left, the end of the left, the third row from the bottom." Huang Mao's trembling voice sounded in his ears, as if he was afraid of being disturbed, and was suppressed very low.

Following his guidance, Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng walked in that direction.

After clearing the air, the two of them were breathless.

Beyond the dim red sky, there was a thick, thick shadow that could not penetrate the light. If you looked closely, you could vaguely see two figures sitting side by side in an inconspicuous corner.

With their backs to the door, they remained motionless and lowered their heads, like two believers praying devoutly. Their motionless black silhouettes seemed to blend into the shadows, as if they had become one with the entire church.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to realize it.

He turned to the two people in front of him, spoke faster, and asked in a low voice: "Where are Luce and the others? Are they separated from you?"

Su Cheng nodded:

"Yes, after we left the sanatorium building, they separated from us and entered the church first."

He was slightly startled: "So what you mean is..."

"There is this possibility."

Wen Jianyan frowned, walked steadily into the church, and whispered.

He was actually not surprised that Luce's team took the lead.

After all, their team formation was only temporary, they were simply bound by interests, and they had no obligation to take care of each other. Wen Jianyan expected them to stay outside the church and wait for him to reconcile.

In a sense, Luce and the others were the first to enter the church because he was more willing to arrive.

Knowing that being the first to explore an unfamiliar area after the copy is alienated, high returns must be accompanied by high risks. If someone is willing to take the lead in exploring the path, Wen Jianyan will naturally not refuse.

but……

If the two silhouettes in the church were really members of Luce's team, that would be really bad.

Judging from the way they were motionless... I'm afraid it's more likely to be bad than bad.

He knew that the three members of Luce's team were senior broadcasters, but two of them were attacked. Based on this evaluation standard, the danger level here was higher than he thought.

In the church, the two back figures were motionless. They were clearly far apart, but they gave people a strong sense of uneasiness.

"Then...then what are we going to do?"

The man with yellow hair and white face stared intently at the seemingly calm but unknown chapel in front of him, with a frightened and tangled look on his face.

To enter or not to enter?

Normally, it is best not to enter, but...

He turned his head to his back.

The color of the sky seems to be bleeding outward, and the fleshy film spreading inside the building is coming in this direction, slowly, but unstoppably, like watching the waves of several meters high being hit by a hurricane.

Coming, it brings a suffocating sense of oppression.

"I'm afraid we already have a choice," Su Cheng gritted his teeth, "How about..."

"etc."

Wen Jianyan suddenly spoke.

Both of them were startled and came over one after another.

"If you don't act rashly and rush into unknown dangerous areas in fear, the mortality rate will be very high. Especially when the Luce team is outnumbered."

Wen Jianyan had a calm expression and a steady voice, "I think, in comparison, the probability of survival is very high if you stay here."

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment and turned behind him involuntarily.

In just a few minutes, waves of scarlet flesh had already overflowed the porch, flowing along the flat ground, completely covering the place where they were waiting, and showing no tendency to slow down.

The fleshy membrane gradually approaches in this direction, and the scalp becomes numb with yellow hair.

Although the church is full of unknowns, people can remain calm when faced with the danger of death approaching step by step. Even if they know that there may be more terrifying risks hidden behind it, they cannot resist this kind of death approaching step by step.

It was a terrifying feeling, as if a man on the gallows was watching the rope around his neck tightening little by little, and the glinting blade of the knife falling rapidly above his head.

Huang Mao was sweating all over and couldn't help but take a step back. Then he stopped abruptly before entering the church.

He couldn't help but speak to Wen Jianyan beside him.

The young man stood there and stared into the distance.

His eye color was already light and his skin was white, but his sudden change to silver-white hair color inexplicably gave him a sense of inhumanity and alienness, and was incompatible with the surrounding environment.

There was an unnecessary expression on his face, and the emotions in his amber eyes were unpredictable, and there was an unusual calmness.

The other party's calmness made Huang Mao panic a little. He asked with a faint hope, "Really, is it true?"

Wen Jianyan didn't even look back:

"I'm probably 40 to 50 percent sure."

Huang ‘Mao’: “…”

Does this mean that the mortality rate is 50% to 60%?

He stared at the scarlet wave that was getting closer and closer, as if it was swallowing everything, and his vision went dark.

Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.

Su Cheng's forehead was beaded with sweat, his heart was beating like a drum, and he gradually developed a suffocating feeling like being out of breath.

Under the gradually shrinking living space, the open and empty church behind brings a powerful temptation that increases with every second...

Are you really not going in?

Although there may be hidden dangers inside, as long as you don't die here, there will always be more solutions...

"etc."

As if he knew what his teammates were thinking, Wen Jianyan spoke while staring steadily into the distance.

His slender body was tense, like a bowstring that would break in the next second, but his voice remained calm.

"etc."

Five meters, three meters.

Too close.

So close that you can seem to see the thin tentacles reaching out from the scarlet-colored, living-animal-like neurons. There seems to be a vague shape of some kind of weird monster, like an outstretched hand, with blank features.

Face, open mouth.

Su Cheng and Huang Mao's expressions gradually changed, their bodies stiffened and straightened, and they leaned backward subconsciously, as if they wanted to stay as far away as possible from the terrifying existence in front of them, as if they would be swallowed up by themselves in the next second.

Suddenly, without warning, a deafening bell rang.

"When-when-when-"

That sound came from the church right in front of me. Because the distance was too close, the penetrating sound rushed straight to the door, almost making people feel dizzy.

The sound spread to the distance in waves.

The viscous, semi-fluid scarlet gel finally stopped spreading less than one meter away from them, as if it was a dead thing.

Death comes.
To be continued...