old dream

Chapter 382 The Cursed Believer
The person who spread the parasitic spirit larvae in Stade for the past week was named "Larry", which was his nickname, and the full name was longer, but he always preferred others to call him Larry.Because it seems intimate.

No matter how vicious people are, they will long for someone to be close to them.

Larry is an ugly deformed child. The right knee is naturally bent and can never be straightened. The right calf has long been dry and shriveled due to the lack of blood supply for a long time. Several toes are like dead and exposed tree roots, hanging tremblingly, a pair of It looks like it will fall at any time.

The right leg problem caused him to rely on the left muscle for a long time, and the spine was twisted accordingly. As a result, Larry was stunted and his height did not exceed 1.4 meters.Nale people admire the beauty of health and like tall and strong men and women.So Larry's honor must be seen as ominous.No one will accept him, so he can only beg all the way.

The preferences of the Nare people are not unreasonable, because most of the believers of the demon sect have some abnormality in their bodies. I don’t know if this is the evil result of a blasphemous hybrid, or when the great dynasty fell, the last demon descended to rebel slaves. They cast an eternal curse.

But if the reason is the latter, then such a curse would be unfair to Larry and others.Because, this remnant has never betrayed, and to some extent, they still serve the demons, but the reason is no longer loyalty.

They serve the 36 devil-born monarchs with only remnants of souls left in hell, and those 36 monarchs give them corresponding powers, nothing more.

Three months ago, the followers of the demon sect sensed the call from Ixion, so they started a pilgrimage to Stade from all over Nare.Larry was a late arrival, so this week, it was his turn to donate the parasite larvae.

Since the first believer arrived in Stade, breeding has continued for more than two months, which is preparing for the upcoming decisive battle.The maharaja who rules No.30's second district has just woken up, so he needs to be fed better.

Every morning for nearly a week, Larry would pack up his rags and go out begging on the streets of Stade.But this is not to get a lot of money, but to choose a suitable host.

Pick out the most sympathetic people among those who truly pity him and offer him a helping hand.These people must have a strong empathy ability, as well as an excessively weak heart.So they live in this unreasonable world, and there will definitely be many cracks in their hearts.

And under these cracks, there is often the richest vitality in the world.

There is no better parasitic object than this.

Larry was delighted by his extremely clever screening method, and in just four or five days, he sowed thousands of seeds into the cracks in the hearts of countless people.

If nothing else, those seeds will soon sprout and grow up. After absorbing the rich vitality of the host, the plump adults will emerge from the cocoon and become the most beautiful fruit dedicated to the Maharaja.

But as a result, for several days in a row, his sowing was almost fruitless.

Most of the spiritual bodies have been burned, and in severe cases, even the eggs thrown out cannot be recovered.

How could such a strange thing happen?Larry was so annoyed that he couldn't understand, and as a result he couldn't keep his head up in front of the church members.This is a group of abnormal people who believe in evil. Because they have the same situation, they deeply know each other's pain points, so they can speak the most vicious ridicule and attacks on the pain points.As time went on, Larry became more and more unbearable, and then became aggrieved. He felt that it was all because of the inexplicable saboteur that made the churchmates no longer "Larry" and "Larry". He called him by his nickname, but started cursing at him all day long, asking why he didn't die, stinking cripple with rotten toes.

When it was completely unbearable, Larry would go out. As a result, he saw a stray wild dog in the alley. It was petite and had a sarcoid on its hind legs that was bigger than its stomach. The sarcoid was dragging on the ground all the year round. The damaged skin had already festered and he was limping, but the dog was still alive and strong.Larry saw it as if he saw himself, so he couldn't help twisting the dog alive and bloody.A layer of blood was splattered on his hands, and there were large patches of yellowed dog hair, as if he could still hear its short and shrill screams.Larry stood in the blood, gasping for breath, not enough, not enough.But he warned himself to try and stop, not to vent indiscriminately, to accumulate these grievances for later, to the real culprit.

Therefore, after hearing that the church members suspected that the "local snake" might be hindering them, Larry had a direction in a daze, and secretly gave birth to a lot of thoughts.At night, he hopped on one foot and sneaked out the door without telling anyone.I went to check the cracks leading to the hell in Area 32 again, but there were too many new cracks in Stade, and it was impossible to watch every place all night, but fortunately this time he already had new clues.

That bootleg organization was in this city, and it was open for business every day. Such an organization could neither hide nor escape.

Larry unleashed a few bad demons and quietly followed the bootleggers by the roadside.Now, thanks to the psychic tides, the rascals have little to no hindrance in Stade, and they pass quietly through the aether of the people without causing any alarm.What's more, there are six or seven etheric cracks with a width of tens of meters, which run through the entire city!

If Giovanni hadn't retired, the Stade Agency might have been aware of the lemma's stalking.But now he was busy serving the ghost orchid, and Ricardo was distracted by some more important affairs, so a few inferior demons just followed him all the way.

The bootleggers went to the makeshift distribution center and reached out to the agency's outlying members, who went around and found their superiors, the most seasoned veterans in the organization.They are sure to detect and throw off any humans who try to stalk them, but they have nothing to do with invisible and intangible spirits.

Hours passed, and the undead found a human in a burn mask.And even someone like Larry who doesn't care much about the world at least knows that the "Lieutenant"'s face is severely burned, so he can only wear a mask all the time to cover his ugly face.

What a pity, thought Larry, what a pity, so he seemed to see the puppy with the sarcoid again.Although at this time he couldn't help but begin to doubt, whether this kind of ordinary people's organization that does not even have an extraordinary person has the ability to ruin his good deeds.

But since things have come to this, it is better to make mistakes and make mistakes.He thought so, and on the deformed face that had been slanted to the left, he couldn't help showing an extremely disgusting grin.

(End of this chapter)