American Comics: I Died at the Hand of Thor, and Became a Rule-Based Ghost Story

She wanted to run.

However, with her short legs, it was clearly impossible for her to escape.

In less than a second, Su Lin grabbed him.

"Be honest and answer my questions obediently, and I won't hurt you."

Su Lindao.

The doll pointed to its mouth with a wronged expression, then made a gesture of falling to the ground and dying.

This indicates that you cannot speak.

Simultaneously.

The doll's eyes were full of confusion.

She was puzzled.

Why didn't anything happen to Su Lin when he spoke?

"Ok?"

"So you've figured out some of the rules on your own?"

Su Lin was very surprised.

He searched the doll in front of him.

Find.

On the other person's body.

There is no such ghost story manual.

Suddenly, I became interested in the doll in front of me.

"It really is a special doll."

After some communication.

Su Lin finally realized that the doll had another meaning.

"So you can't speak..."

"Then let's use sign language, I know some of it too."

After spending a few minutes together, the doll was no longer afraid of Su Lin.

She told Su Lin.

I can indeed see scenes outside the realm of ghost stories.

This surprised and delighted Su Lin.

"Such a treasure must be kept!"

"This treasure can serve as my eyes."

"Little guy, congratulations, from now on you are officially under my command."

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Chapter 011 The Church! The Priest! (4/10)

"Boss, there's one woman and two men outside?"

The doll named Cai Cai waved its hands and used sign language to tell Su Lin.

And Su Lin.

I briefly exchanged memories with Cai Cai.

Naturally.

And so I learned sign language.

Communication between the two became easier.

One woman and two men?

These words automatically conjured up certain images in Su Lin's mind.

He quickly pulled the vegetables back.

"Little girls are not allowed to look around."

Outside the 5.3 square kilometer area of ​​the strange tales.

Shangmei.

It reappeared.

Today is the weekend, and school is on holiday.

then.

Her father forced her to come to the church again.

although.

She refused multiple times.

However, the father, who had been completely brainwashed, actually used his bedridden paralyzed mother to threaten him.

She had to come for her mother's sake.

Looking at the church in front of her, Shangmei's face turned pale, and her eyes were filled with fear.

as if.

That's not a sacred church.

It is not a cave of demons.

"Shangmei, come inside with me."

"Also, once you're inside, you're not allowed to be disrespectful to God like you were last time, understand?"

Shangmei's father said coldly.

“The priest is the closest being to God. His words are God’s will, and we cannot have any objections.”

Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to God.

"If we anger the gods, they will cast us into the deepest hell."

"You should know that it is an honor for you to be favored by the priest. This is an opportunity that many believers would envy."

My father's words.

This made Shangmei's heart even colder.

She couldn't believe it.

This is her father who raised her for ten years.

“My father wasn’t like this before.”

"Who exactly is this church, and this priest?"

She was filled with despair.

at this time.

The priest slowly walked out of the church.

The priest was sixty years old; he had blond hair and a solemn expression.

but.

His gaze toward Shangmei was filled with desire.

A solemn face paired with eyes full of desire.

It gave him an eerie and sinister aura.

"come in."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The priest spoke in a flat tone.

When Shangmei's father heard the priest speak, he excitedly walked into the church, his eyes filled with fervor.

He just took two steps.

React suddenly.

He turned around and scolded Shang Meidao.

"Shangmei, hurry up and keep up."

"Don't upset the priest."

Shangmei felt a chill run down her spine at her father's behavior.