Mysterious Tribulation

"what……"

Tris exhaled a white mist, feeling colder than ever in Pulmouth this year.

"With such a cold temperature, I hope more people will not freeze to death this winter..."

Although the New Year is approaching, there is not much festive atmosphere in the downtown area.

When everyone is struggling to survive, festivals are a long way off.

"The only good news is that the price of bread is finally not going up..."

After walking out of the warm bakery, Tris couldn't help curling up.

Of course she didn't know that the fact that prices stopped rising was part of the result of the recent compromise between the emperor and the church.

Tris, holding a paper bag full of bread, prepares to trot home.

At some point in the sky, snowflakes have been sown, and there are few pedestrians on the road. .

boom!

Snowflakes blurred her vision, causing her to bump her shoulders lightly with an oncoming woman.

The woman with an ordinary face leaned on the wall next to her in pain and bent her back.

"Ma'am? Are you all right?"

Triss was frightened for a moment, for fear that she would bump the other party into something unexpected.

She looked at the fur coat on the lady, and couldn't help but stunned to herself, knowing that the coat was very valuable, she was almost scared to tears.

"I'm fine..."

Doris answered panting, she was trying to restrain her emotions, so that none of her hair lost control and turned into a wriggling snake.

Since she came to this city, she couldn't hold herself back and wanted to destroy everything madly.

This is not only an order from the oracle, but also from the instinctive influence of her spirituality!

And once she defies this will, she is gradually going out of control!

For those great beings, whether it is Beyonders or monsters destroying Pulmouth, there is no difference to them!

After breathing for a few minutes, Doris straightened up, looked at Triss, who had a thin layer of snow on her thin shoulders, and smiled: "I'm fine, you are really a kind girl. "

"Are you really all right?" Triss said in surprise.

"Really." Doris stood up straight, thought for a moment, took out her wallet, and handed over a few banknotes: "Buy more coal, remember to open the window. This winter...it's not easy."

"No, no, how can I take your money?" Tris hurriedly pushed and refused, but found that the woman on the opposite side was very strong, she could not help but put the money into her hand, and then quickly walked into the wind and snow .

"This lady is such a wonderful person, why didn't God have mercy on her, but instead made her suffer from the pain of disease?" Triss thought that Dalise should have some kind of chronic disease, but quickly put these things aside behind the head.

Because in the lower city, more miserable people abound.

She walked quickly to the neighborhood, to buy some more coal so she could at least warm up a bit at night.

At this moment, she saw the corpse collector carrying several corpses and walking out of another resident's house.

"It's the little Jack family, what happened to them?"

Triss recognized a child who liked to play with her, and hurriedly asked a familiar neighbor next to her.

"Alas... Little Jack's father lost his job, he went out to find food by himself, and was found frozen to death by the Dossom River... And last night, little Jack's mother and sister, as well as him, were found dead at home, Probably forgot to open the window when burning coal for heating…”

The neighbor replied with a sigh.

Triss looked at this scene, but her cheeks seemed to lose all color: "It's also possible... that she lost all hope of life and left this world?"

She raised her head and looked at the fluttering snowflakes, feeling that this winter was even more icy and biting.

...

"Cold and death..."

In a dark alley, Dairis leaned against the wall, held up the snowflakes in her palm, and muttered to herself: "This is a super-large ceremony of the God of the End - 'The Gift of the End', if it can't be stopped , more people will die in this city..."

The God of Doom has another alias - 'The Lord of the Underworld'!

The age of death and silence that dominates November!

"Sure enough... this is a big battle between all the secret societies and the empire!"

Doris didn't know whether to be happy or regretful.

If the 'non-melting ice one' had not been sealed and imprisoned like the 'corrupted corona'...

At this time, it will probably be the **** of ice and the **** of the end to cooperate to perform the ritual, the scope is larger, and the power is even more terrifying!

"Hehe... There is no mercy under the glow... Other hidden existences may not necessarily have mercy..."

"As far as the world is concerned, no matter which Si Sui wins the final victory, it is just suffering..."

When death and loss of control were imminent, Dairis finally got rid of the fanaticism of her beliefs and the interference from spirituality, and began to think rationally.

"Mysterious and extraordinary... it's a disaster!"

Doris' hair wriggled wildly, thickened and drooped, and the end was split into a ferocious mouth full of sharp fangs.

She smiled bitterly, thinking of the kind girl, instinctively running in the opposite direction from the other party's departure, and wanted to run farther.

At this moment, the void in front of him squirmed for a while, opening the invisible door.

Wearing a black leather coat and black gloves, Usain stepped out, followed by a large number of 'Coaters'!

"Finally caught you~www.readwn.com~ With an indifferent expression on his face, he waved: "Action! "

As the senior director of the Suppression Bureau, this is Usain's own job - he still doesn't know that His Majesty the Emperor, who he is loyal to, is actually the collaborator of these lunatics! Working hard to complete the task.

"Ah……"

Doris sneered, completely giving up her insistence on reason, and letting madness drown herself.

A terrifying battle is about to begin!

...

"Praise the sun!"

Inquisitor Wakefield threw a spell, burning the puddle of wriggling flesh on the ground to ashes.

After completing the mission, he did not go back to the church, but just let his subordinates go back first, and he came to Green George District, near Remington's house.

As a judge's intuition, he still couldn't let go of the case in his heart.

The reply from the Police Headquarters has also arrived, which details Pala's information, and even the information that the other party is suspected of mastering invisible spells.

But this was of no use, instead it increased the suspicion that the other party was the emperor or a secret agent developed by the Bureau of Investigation!

"What exactly do you want to do? The time limit for temporary residence is almost over."

Routine daily surveillance made Wakefield more and more confused about what Aaron wanted to do.

The other party goes shopping leisurely every day, goes to high-end restaurants, visits exhibition halls, and goes to clubs for high-end enjoyment... There is nothing suspicious!

'But this is the most suspicious! Today, Pulmouth is almost under full martial law, and still insists on going out every day. What is it for? Connector? ’

Wakefield muttered to himself, and suddenly saw Parra walk out of the room and get into the taxi.

"Queen's District, Twin Towers!"

Aaron leaned back on the soft carriage seat and gave a random command.