The things that were suppressed in the town were like ancient evil spirits.

But don't worry too much, your strength shouldn't be too strong.

Zhao Hao thinks that at most, it is 4 stars in Black Iron. Overestimating it is 1 star, and 5 stars is not a big problem.

It’s not that the older things are, the more powerful they are, otherwise dinosaur fossils will become magical weapons.

The inherent limitation of this thing is here, and there is basically no possibility of becoming bronze.

Zhao Hao even suspected that if he hadn't been sealed at the beginning, this ancient evil spirit would not have been able to survive the period of spiritual energy silence.

This is also considered a loss of power!

Here Zhao Hao was preparing consumables such as talismans and summoning the orange seats and the others.

Bill came on his bicycle and rushed over, "I asked clearly...huhu!"

"Drink a little water first and take a breath." Elena handed him a bottle of water, which made him blush with shame.

"It seems that the church was built more than ninety years ago, but halfway through the construction, the young priest disappeared. It took several years before a new pastor came to build the church."

Zhao Hao nodded, "How old is the young priest who first established the church?"

"I saw an old photo in the photo frame, which seemed to be a young man under thirty years old."

"That's right."

The priest was probably a rookie who had only a slight understanding of the inner world and the extraordinary.

Unfortunately, he encountered an evil spirit, and finally sealed it with faith and the Holy See's ceremony, and sacrificed his life for it.

However, this kind of seal has many loopholes, so that not long after, the evil spirit can intermittently affect the outside world for more than 20 years.

Now that the psychic energy is revived, it is almost out of trouble and stretches out its tentacles directly.

So, why are these seven children?

Zhao Hao felt that perhaps the ancestors of these seven children were the ones who participated in the sealing ceremony.

Now, the evil spirits want to plunder their souls and completely escape from the trap.

Zhao Hao thinks there is a reason for the transformation from an ancient evil spirit to a clown image. Now the clown has suddenly become one of the manifestations of people's fear in the sea of ​​psychic energy. If it can completely occupy it, advanced bronze is not a problem at all, and it may even go further!

"This guy is quite motivated. Do you plan to take advantage of the recovery of spiritual energy and attack the bronze?!"

...

Just as Zhao Hao and the others investigated the origin of the evil clown, the evil clown was not idle either.

The butcher in the town was silently splitting the pork in his slaughter room.

This slaughter room that has been used for decades, I don’t know how many livestock have been slaughtered. So much so that you can smell a smell of blood and fat from afar, and the people in the town basically take a detour.

The one-inch-thick solid wood chopping board was soaked in almost every pattern in blood. The slender and sharp slaughter knife pierced countless arteries.

The tall, fat butcher with a big face is named Rupert. His son has inherited his father's business and has been a butcher for more than 30 years.

But the craftsmanship passed down by this family is probably going to be lost, because he is in his forties and has not been married yet.

He rarely goes out and does not like socializing and silent. Even his neighbors are not very familiar with him.

However, older people nearby know that Rupert was not like this when he was a child. Although he was a little fat at that time, he was very outgoing and even naughty.

Later, perhaps the rebellious period came, and people became silent.

But only he himself knows the reason.

It was about fifteen years old, when Rupert was already tall and naughty. He relied on his force to sweep the young men in the town.

As a result, once, he and a few companions teased a couple of men and women who came out to play on the wild river, making them very embarrassed.

The man was not polite, both sides were both defeated.

But those few companions who left didn't know that, and later Rupert was so angry that he returned with a dagger.

The man was killed by him, and the woman was stabbed by him... He didn't want to kill anyone!

He fled in a hurry and returned home, but his father cut him out of the clue.

After knowing what happened, the butcher's father took him to find the injured woman who ran into the woods.

On that rainy night, the butcher's father killed her, just like killing those cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs.

Until now, Rupert can still remember the woman's wailing dying, like those slaughtered lambs.

That incident was unaware of, but within a few years, my father, who had begun to drink heavily, died of serious illness.

And he became the silent butcher Rupert.

He completed his job today - slaughtering a black goat.

This was picked up by a gangster in the town on the road. Although the origin is unknown, Rupert only cares about slaughtering and division, regardless of where he comes from.

Rupert, who had drunk a few cans of wine, poured it on the sofa, and was half drunk and half awake, as if he heard someone calling him.

"Rupert, Rupert..."

Rupert stood up staggeringly, as if he had seen his father right in front of him.

"Father..." Rupert murmured, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what he should say.

"Come on, my son. Come with me..."

"Father" waved to him and turned around and walked in front.

Rupert followed his father out the door and staggered forward under the gloomy sky.

Rupert tried several times on the way and finally spoke: "Father, I killed you. I'm so sorry."

"Father" turned around and smiled, "Not that, my child. I didn't drink alcohol because of murder. In fact, for people like us, what's the difference between people and livestock? Do you feel guilty after killing so many livestock over the years?"

Rupert was silent, and "father" continued to lead the way.

He walked out of the town, walked across the valley, and came to a abandoned two-story wooden house in front of the woods by the river.

"Come in, come in my good son. You will be my pride, always. Don't resist yourself, don't resist yourself..."

The figure of "father" disappeared into the house. Rupert hurriedly chased in, but there was no father in the house, but there were many photos hanging on the wall.

"Hey, Rupert is such a dirty pig. He can smell the disgusting smell as soon as he approaches me." The person who spoke was a young man in the photo, a baker in the town, and always smiled at Rupert.

"Ha, the last time I went to his place to buy meat, I gave me a fake bill! He definitely couldn't find it!" Another young man said, the young man who sent the black goats.

"Damn it, his father is just shit, he's even a waste. I used to be a fucking man! That's a good bitch, hahaha!" The person who spoke was a grey-haired old man, who was the barber in the town.

"Even God will not accommodate such a person with bloody hands. Hell is the only one waiting for him!" said the priest of the church.

"Haha, even if I marry a homeless man, I will never get close to Rupert. He makes me sick!" said an obese woman.

"Once he was stumbling with an outsider, and the prostitute told me that she almost vomited out." The waitress at the bar.

"I deliberately detained a batch of his meat for several days, and then the meat became smelly! Hahaha..." the town sheriff.

Rupert was in the house, the door behind him had disappeared, and photos of all sizes were hung on the walls around him. From children to old people, countless people were surrounding him, cursing and humiliating him.

"No! This is not true! I didn't mess with prostitutes, I didn't receive fake money, I, I..."

"You have an unpleasant smell, right? No woman is willing to approach you, right? Your hands are covered with blood, right? You have killed someone, haven't you?"

A sharp voice with a little funny tone sounded.

Rupert was speechless, his pupils began to dilate, his mouth was wide open, and saliva flowed down involuntarily.

"Yes...I'm a sinner."

"So, come and come here."

The voice guided Rupert, he opened a door and walked along the downstairs. Finally, he came to a huge and empty place full of debris and garbage.

The space here is very large, and the top of the head seems to be dozens of meters high. A huge withered tree covers the branches above the head, and corpses hang on the branches.

Rupert stumbled, climbing up the hillside of miscellaneous things like a puppet, and stood in front of a wooden cabinet.

A dead bone in a decaying chaplained priest's robe knelt in front of the wooden cabinet, and the bones were already crisp.

"Open it and bring me!" said the voice.

Rupert reached out and opened the cabinet, and a picture of the Bible angel posted on the cabinet turned into ashes. The dead bone shattered the ground with a thunderous sound.

There was a cloud of dark smoke in the cabinet, which gathered together and finally turned into a clown mask.

Rupert's pupils dilated occupied the entire eyeball, and his eyes had turned completely black.

He picked up the clown mask and buckled it on his face.

In an instant, the flesh and blood under the mask melted, and blood rolled down from under the mask.

But the wide-body and fat clown smiled...
Chapter completed!