Chapter 189: Please trust me

The thirteen witches stared at the scene in front of them in a daze.
An ordinary-looking oriental man stood by a wooden counter.
He smiled sincerely and looked unpretending.
but……
On his shoulder, a little black cat stood alone.
The brilliance of the pyramid reflects his divine body.
The authority of the guardian has obviously returned.
The witches swallowed.
They saw Mr. A sitting on the sofa, like a good baby, who didn't even dare to move.
At this moment, the leader of the Beast Sect is comparable to a kid in the kindergarten.
He sat on the sofa with his head down, the Pharaoh's scepter was placed aside, and the sphinx mask was drooping deeply.
He didn't even dare to look up at the witches who had come to the door.
"What's wrong?" a witch thought.
Obviously they remember it very clearly, they were separated from Mr. A for no more than ten minutes!
ten minutes!
The leader of the Beast Sect, the Cthulhu Apostle who was enough to stop children from crying at night in Qinlu and Kunlun, became like this.
But soon, the witches knew why.
Under the gentle moonlight like water, they felt it.
There are horrible and evil whispers, singing in a low voice.
From their souls, but also from their bodies.
In this unspeakable horror and murmur, the witches of the Banquet were horrified to find that the psychic energy in their bodies had disappeared!
and……
They also lost all control of their bodies at the same time.
Although, you can still think, and even seem to be able to move freely.
but……
How to say...how to do...
I can't help them anymore!
They feel that at this moment, they are like puppets being manipulated, machines being controlled.
It must follow the lines to move, and it must also run in accordance with the code.
otherwise……
As a result, they collectively became dumb.
Banquet witches, finally know what is scared, what is terror!
Their bodies shuddered involuntarily.
At this time, they heard the voice of the eastern man: "Come in!"
The simple three words are full of majesty, as if they have power.
"It's okay, don't worry everyone!" He smiled, extraordinarily scary and extraordinarily infiltrating!
Obviously just a thin and ordinary person, obviously there is no psychic energy fluctuation in his whole body, obviously...
But every word seems to contain infinite power.
Every syllable exudes terrifying and deep ripples.
The Feasting Witches, trembling and helpless, obediently obeyed his instructions.
They walked in.
Walked into this seemingly ordinary bookstore.
They didn't know the true face of this bookstore until they stepped into it.
Under the floor, terrible and powerful, indescribable monsters dormant.
On the ceiling, countless compound eyes peeped through the gap.
One after another, tentacles appeared from the shadows of the witches.
They gently entangled the shadows of the witches.
The witches finally knew that Mr. A was so well-behaved.
The light reflected Mr. A's figure.
The true shadow of the leader of the Beast sect was reflected.
But, at this moment, the shadow of the leader of the Beast sect has completely and completely crawled on the floor respectfully.
He is shaking!
He is trembling!
He is in fear!
He is confessing!
The witches followed Mr. A's shadow creeping direction and looked forward.
Then, they are exactly the same as Mr. A.
The body is trembling in fear, and the soul is confessing in fear.
They wanted to kneel down, but they were not allowed.
As a result, he could only let his shadow, like Mr. A, crawl down and fall on the ground.
because……
In the front, the figure of the pure black man has appeared.
A pure as pure as agate stone.
Nebula is looming in his skin and body.
The infinite chaos hides him.
but……
At this moment, the of black banquet knelt on one knee.
He lowered his head, and his direction was the ordinary Easterner.
The Feasting Witches finally knew that they had committed a sin that could not be forgiven even if they died ten thousand times!
They were once hostile to the people their gods serve! ?
What a foolish and unforgivable sin this is!
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Lingping looked at these dozen or so women, all wearing black robes and covering their bodies.
These poor people are very scared.
The body was shaking.
Obviously...
Lingping guessed...
Are they members of a circus or acrobatic troupe?
He turned his head to look at the dumb man with the strange mask, and looked at the things on these women again.
They were wearing low-quality crystals that looked cheap.
It's the kind of ornaments that are sold for a few dollars apiece.
He sighed softly and sighed in his heart: "The Internet is a good thing for most people..."
"But for these small circuses that rely on traditional models, it's a disaster!"
In the past, when Lingping was a child, he often saw puppet shows, plays, acrobatics and circuses at temple fairs.
But since the rise of the Internet.
These professions have suffered a devastating blow to dimensionality reduction!
The market they depend on for their livelihood has been swallowed up by the Internet.
Except for a few people, they have successfully transformed themselves and become Internet celebrities by virtue of the Internet.
For the rest, it is quite difficult to maintain a living.
Especially groups like this...
Lingping's brain made up for a deeply disabled but physically disabled head with a dozen pitiful people.
They go north and south, trying to fill their stomachs with their own labor.
but……
As time passed year by year, fewer and fewer people were willing to invite them.
Finally, as they did in the past, when they went to Jiangcheng to get a business in vain, they found that this city that had been eager for acrobatic performances no longer had a place for them!
And the money he carried was exhausted.
After selling the last items, he couldn't raise travel expenses, and he didn't even have the money to eat.
In desperation, the desperate head came out alone to beg.
Found his missing members, they came out in the middle of the night to look for them.
It's so song and tear!
of course……
Lingping knows that maybe this is not the case.
However, no matter what the facts are, it is clear that he alone cannot solve this matter.
So, he smiled and said to these women: "Don't be afraid..."
"I will help you!"
So he picked up the phone and dialed the number left by the police officer last time.
It didn't take long for Mr. Officer to be connected.
"Hi! Sir, I am in peace..."
"Well... the bookstore owner who called the police last time..."
He turned his head, looked at the women who were obviously scared and fearful, and looked at the man with his head down and a look of ashamed and afraid to raise his head.
So, he asked the police officer on the other side: "That's it, there is something, I have to trouble you..."
"I have some poor people here..."
"I hope you can think of a way. Can you find an organization or contact a foundation to settle it..."
"Correct……"
"Ok……"
"Please come here as soon as possible!"
Lingping put down the phone, turned around, and looked at people who seemed to be afraid of hearing the word police officer.
He comforted: "Don't be afraid, everyone!"
"Please believe me!" He smiled and said sincerely: "I will help you..."
"I will help you and regain your life!"
…………………………………………
Mr. A raised his head and looked at the seemingly ordinary man with a sincere smile on his face.
He spoke slowly, his speech was gentle and plain.
but……
Every word he said, heard in Mr. A's ears, making his soul and body tremble.
"Don't be afraid..."
You can choose not to be afraid, if you are bold enough!
"Please believe me..."
If you don't believe it, go to death!
"I will help you..."
Obey me, obey me, fear me! Ants!
"I will help you and regain your life!"
Stupid ants! You must pay for your blasphemy and contempt!
If you fail to obey ten thousand percent and obey my instructions!
In front of Mr. A, there was darkness, silence, and depth.
Horrible chattering and crazy monsters surrounded him.
So he knew, if he could not obey and obey ten thousand percent.
Then he will inevitably drown in the craziest dreamland, eaten by monsters time and time again, and repeat the tragic painful death again and again in madness!
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In the monitoring room.
Situ He was watching the picture from the camera.
In the bookstore, Mr. A and the thirteen feasting witches were all sitting and standing like wood.
The bookstore owner, holding the phone, didn't know who he was talking to.
The black guard, of course no one dared to eavesdrop on his phone.
Not only because, doing so might irritate Him.
Even more because no one can eavesdrop!
The last recording incident has made them understand that it is possible to listen to the voice of the bookstore owner in person.
But, if anyone wants to record...
Be prepared to face Him directly!
At least be prepared to face an indescribable monster and come here!
and so……
Situ He inevitably became curious.
"Who is he talking to?"
No one can answer Situ He's question.
But ~EbookFREE.me~ After a while, Situ He's phone rang.
He picked it up in confusion, looked at the number displayed on the phone, and then connected: "Hmm..."
"What?" He stood up.
"Hmm..." He barely suppressed his inner excitement, put down his phone, and looked at Li Shouyi who was sitting aside.
"The Governor..." Situ He's voice trembled.
"Target calls..." Situ He said, "He said, there are some poor people who want the Federal Empire to receive..."
Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the picture taken by the camera.
The code name of the leader of the Beast sect is A.
Thirteen feasting witches.
He is talking about poor people, are they?
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