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The Seduction of the Mother of the Marsh 446: 303.
The Seduction of the Mother of the Marsh Fran believed that the person who knocked him out was human—if it had been a monster, he wouldn’t have a reason to still be standing here.
Afterward, the person who knocked Fran out moved him three hundred ters while he was unconscious through the dangerous, oddly wandering town where no living people could be seen.
They ca to a cellar, tied Fran’s hands, put him into a wooden box, and then left him behind due to so matters.
Later, Lu Li and Jojo arrived, and Fran woke up.
This segnt of events seed impossible to understand logically.
“Where is this?
Is the Police Station above us?” Fran barely made out that this place was so kind of basent.
“Murphy’s Restaurant’s cellar.”
“Murphy’s Restaurant…
wait…
how is that possible…” Fran looked utterly confounded.
“So you don’t know where Oliver is?” Jojo pressed with a query.
Fran looked apologetic, “I’m sorry…
we didn’t find him at all.”
A distinct look of undisguised sadness and sorrow appeared on Jojo’s face.
Before all this occurred, it had been Fran and the others searching for Oliver; they might have been the only ones in the entire town who knew of the brother’s whereabouts, and now Fran didn’t know…
“Just because we’ve lost the trail doesn’t an Oliver is dead,” said Lu Li.
Jojo suddenly looked up, staring at Lu Li as he spoke calmly.
He had no idea how significant his words were to the despairing Jojo.
It was then that Fran tried to offer comfort, “He’s right, I don’t know your brother, but I think you ca looking for him because you believe he’s still alive.
Maybe the person you’re looking for is hiding sowhere safe, just like .”
Fran offered a smile, which froze on his face in an instant.
His eyes filled with terror, and reflected in them was the image of a woman in a white dress.
The Faceless Figures appeared beside Fran.
Lu Li pulled out the Spirit-Calling Gun the mont the Faceless Figure appeared, ready to pull the trigger, then let go, opting to throw it instead.
The Spirit-Calling Gun, like a boorang, struck the back of the Faceless Figure, piercing through from its chest, leaving behind a misty stream of white vapor and blue smoke in its path, yet it still did not kill her.
This ti, the slowed down Spirit-Calling Gun wasn’t caught by Anna; after passing through the Faceless Figure, it struck Fran directly on the cheek.
Smack—
The nearly three-pound Spirit-Calling Gun was painful to be hit with and made a loud slapping sound, and at the next mont, Fran’s face began to emit the sa steam.
Jojo, witnessing the scene, was taken aback.
The surrounding light twisted montarily, followed by a sharp swooshing noise, as the Faceless Figure distorted and vanished.
Opposite it, the rock wall sparked and suddenly bore a hole as deep as a finger.
Anna had made her move.
The Faceless Figure died, but this ti it was Lu Li who had killed it.
The surroundings changed in an instant, and Lu Li fell into the brief pre-death mories of the Faceless Figure.
A figure ran desperately through an alley, chased by the rampant Faceless Figures and companions scattering in all directions.
The woman ran swiftly, but just as she was about to escape the alley, a Faceless Figure instantly appeared behind her.
The woman’s face vanished, and her body collapsed to the ground.
The vision then returned to normal.
Back in reality, Fran’s continuous cries of pain echoed in their ears.
“This monster almost gouged out my face!
Didn’t it die at your hands?
Why is it still here!
My face hurts like it’s being digested in a stomach!”
Fran clutched his face, struggling not to scream in agony.
The Spirit-Calling Gun that hit his face had saved his life—the Faceless Figure had already attacked him, but the imprint of the Spirit-Calling Gun had stopped it.
Lu Li walked over to Fran, picked up the Spirit-Calling Gun, and thoughtfully dusted off the ash and grass residue, then sheathed the gun.
The Death Retrace ability of Sequence 1 seed unable to be shut off and was forced to manifest on Lu Li.
The terrible part was that in an environnt full of dangers, with more than one enemy, a few seconds to tens of seconds of zoning out was deadly.
He had to stop using Sequence 1, at least not use it to deliver the final blow.
Fran’s cries of pain had turned into hissing breaths.
He felt that his face might be in bad shape but his hands were free of blood, so he looked up at Lu Li and Jojo, “Hiss…
is my injury serious?”
“There’s no wound.”
“It’s like being branded with a red-hot iron.”
Lu Li and Jojo replied one after another.
The description was apt; Fran’s face was red and swollen with distorted veins, as if scalded by boiling water.
On his left cheek, one could faintly see the imprint of half a rose—yes, the pattern ca from the Spirit-Calling Gun.
Because the Faceless Figures had already attacked Fran, the Spirit-Calling Gun’s damage was partly borne by him.
“At least I’m still alive.” Fran looked on the bright side, no longer covering his face with his hands, for he realized that doing so made the wound hurt even more.
“The church.”
Fran blurted out.
Lu Li and Jojo looked at him at the sa ti, with Jojo asking, “What did you say?”
Fran said with a burning gaze, “If there are still living people around, a place suitable for survivors to hide, I think it can only be the church.”
“The church of the Mother of the Marsh?” Lu Li asked him.
Fran shook his head: “No one dares to openly believe in that barbaric thing.
It’s a church of God.”
“God can’t save you,” Lu Li told him matter-of-factly.
“I know, but the Believers can.” In fact, Fran didn’t believe in God, so he didn’t take Lu Li’s directness as sacrilegious but found it to make sense, “The church was built by the first group of Pioneers decades ago, believers of faith.
It’s made of stone, sturdy and imposing.
Because the early environnt of Shadow Swamp was poor, plagued by insects scarier than wild beasts, people preferred to take refuge in the church to rest.”
“But the church couldn’t accommodate so many people, so the priest at the ti decided to expand it, carving out a space beneath the church for the Pioneer residents to rest.
Even though no one has used the basent for rest since Shadow Town was established, everyone knows about it, and it’s possible that they ran there after the monsters started rampaging.”
“There might not be any survivors there,” Lu Li said.
Not to ntion the Faceless Figures and other oddities, how could the believers of the Evil God in the town pass up such a good “can of at”?
Fran sighed, “This is the only place I can think of.”
It seed that Lu Li and Jojo had no choice but to make a trip to the church.
“What about you?” Jojo asked Fran.
“I’ll go with you.” Fran looked steadfastly at Jojo, as if he had made so decision.
“But are you sure your injury isn’t serious?”
Fran chuckled carelessly, “It’s fine, it’s just a ssed-up face, not a broken arm or leg.”
The three prepared to leave the cellar when, suddenly, Lu Li heard a gentle whisper in his ear.
“Wait a mont…”
The Evil God sculpture at the bottom of the wooden stairs surged with a sinister and bizarre dark purple.
After Lu Li gazed at it, the soft murmuring arose once more.
“Co…
pick it up…
acquire unparalleled power…”
Lu Li stopped, turned back to pick up the wooden crate under the puzzled eyes of Jojo and Fran, and walked towards the carving from which the whisper, audible only to him, emanated.
Snap.
The Mother of the Marsh figurine was covered by the wooden crate.
Only a fool would heed the temptation of an Evil God.
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