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

She's pregnant.

boom!

The pillars supporting the church were chopped down by Chaumet, one by one.

at last.

crashed down.

Shangmei carried the priests one by one onto a large truck.

Driving, I entered the realm of ghost stories.

boom!

boom!

boom......

Shangmei threw these people off the car one by one.

Suddenly.

A series of screams rang out.

"Where is this?"

"Shangmei, what are you going to do to us?"

"Shangmei, you'd better release us, or the law won't let you off the hook!"

The priest, who had been unconscious, was awakened by the pain.

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, they felt panicked.

Wasteland Tales Rule Two: No sound is allowed here!

The power of rules is evident.

The people who were speaking died on the spot because they triggered the second rule of the ghost story.

It absorbed the blood and souls of the past few days.

The scope of ghost stories has expanded somewhat.

Not much though.

However, Su Lin was in a great mood when he saw this.

Shangmei's gaze softened.

The death of their companion terrified the others, who screamed incessantly.

Even the priest lost control.

The priest's death and the eerie environment made him realize that he had entered a realm that did not belong to ordinary people.

just like.

Like Loki, the evil god he had encountered before.

"Great God, please let me see you!"

"I am willing to become your follower and have a devout faith in you!"

He spoke.

Pray to the sky.

They hoped to use their words to move the gods and gain a chance to survive.

prior to.

When they encountered the evil god Loki.

That's how he gained the power of dark magic.

However, what he didn't know was that there were no gods here.

There are only unsolvable rules in the ghost stories.

Once violated, certain death is certain.

His words did not move Su Lin in the slightest.

instead.

It has triggered the eerie and terrifying rules of supernatural tales.

next second.

Even the priest was eroded by the power of the rules.

He died of cardiac arrest.

One minute later.

Fifteen black-clad priests and monks all died in the realm of ghost stories for violating the rules.

Without exception.

Fear made them lose their minds.

They thought that begging for mercy would soften Shangmei's heart.

But don't know.

This, in fact, is what allowed them to get on the road quickly.

To Su Lin's surprise,

The deaths of these people caused his ghost story territory to expand to six square kilometers.

The dilapidated church was also enveloped in it.

"It must be related to that priest."

If they were all ordinary people, it would be impossible for his realm of supernatural tales to improve so much.

Su Lin looked toward the spot where the priest had died.

A black sphere emanating a faint evil power appeared.

He knew that the priest's memories were inside that sphere.

He was curious about the evil power the priest possessed.

As a result, consciousness entered the black sphere, and a large number of memories surfaced in the mind.

As for the wisp of evil power floating on that sphere...

The moment I came into contact with Su Lin's consciousness.

It just collapsed.

Su Lin flipped through fragments of memory.

inside.

It encompasses the priest's entire life.

The priest was imprisoned for fraud, but after his release, he did not reform; instead, he came to the church and established a church.

then.

Using the rhetoric he had learned from previous scams and some church knowledge he had acquired in prison, he began to brainwash priests and believers.

Later, they even used psychotropic drugs to control priests and believers.

period.

There were hundreds of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, dozens of married women, and their husbands and fathers.

He was humiliated and killed by priests and clergy.

Su Lin frowned. He was surprised to find that he didn't feel any emotional fluctuation when watching those clips.

If he were alive, it would have been absolutely impossible.

He would definitely have been angry before.

"Perhaps it's because he died once."

The thought passed away in a flash.

Su Lin didn't dwell on such a trivial matter.

Instead, they focused on another memory fragment.

"Loki?"

"Thor's brother, Loki, the god of mischief?"

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