Darkness is Coming

   Juliana's calm tone in stating the facts made Phil more terrified and his hair stood on end because it was more convincing that this was an event that actually happened, rather than a fictitious horror story.

Just imagining that scene, Phil couldn't stand it. He had already made up the picture in his mind: a delicate and helpless terminally ill girl was sent to the altar of the evil **** by her biological parents in the name of love. Get rid of the devil's minions...

   "God." Phil shuddered and shouted subconsciously.

"God couldn't hear your call and Juliana's call, so Juliana died and I was born." Juliana said, "From this perspective, should I thank God for his indifference to the old man ?"

"I, I don't know." Phil only knew that his worldview was facing a severe test. If what he saw at the shooting range just now shook the castle that had been built for more than 20 years and dropped a little dust, then Julie Anna's story caused the castle to collapse at an alarming rate.

"Oh, the story isn't over yet, your question hasn't been answered yet." Juliana continued, "I inherited part of Juliana's memory when I was born, and I also have the ability to transform, but I and Juliana My parents have nothing to do with them. They are just like other human beings in my eyes. If I have to be serious, there is a difference, that is, I always have an inexplicable throbbing when I see them, I want to eat them, I want to tear their skins, drink their blood, devour their muscles and internal organs, and chew their bones into pieces and swallow them."

   "Gudong" Phil heard himself swallowing saliva again, he desperately needed alcohol to strengthen his courage.

   "The wine is in the middle compartment of the bookcase. Drinks are charged extra."

   "Thank you." Phil opened the wardrobe compartment and found several bottles of cheap red wine, but the price tag was several times the market price.

  Never mind, Phil picked up the corkscrew and two goblets, thinking, he spent a thousand dollars to talk to a mutant, and would he be willing to spend fifty dollars on a bottle of inferior red wine?

   "I don't drink it." Juliana rejected the red wine that Phil handed over, "I can have a drink with you in exchange for blood."

   "Then forget it, you continue to speak."

"Well, for a long time after I was born, I only had one feeling, I was hungry, I was unbearably hungry, and I was so hungry that I was even willing to eat beef and mutton to satisfy my hunger, but the saints would eat a lot of non-human meat, which would lead to physical decline, vomiting and discomfort. Imagine you are floating on a small sampan in the vast ocean, there is no water source, you will die if you drink sea water, and you will die if you don't drink water, when hunger and thirst come crashing like waves like a storm, how long can you bear it?"

   The expression on Juliana's face began to change again. If I had to find a word to describe it, it would be "heartbroken".

"But no matter how hungry you are, you must resist the desire to eat, otherwise the temple will completely destroy me. Every new saint has to struggle between survival and eating, and sometimes we will be locked in an iron cage. If you can't suppress the desire to eat, if you eat that piece of meat before the bell rings, or try to break the iron cage to escape, you will be killed on the spot."

"But the food that the temple regularly distributes is too little, it can only make us stalemate on the brink of collapse. A guy with good luck like Angel will go straight to the top of the Holy Church in one step, with inexhaustible food, just need to stretch If you reach out, there will be low-level saints who will offer them cooked human flesh, and bad luck like me, you must find a way to climb up, make more money, and buy more Food, evolved into a higher being, forming a virtuous circle."

"But the temple does not allow the saints to attack humans, and does not allow the saints to use their abilities beyond human beings to engage in formal occupations in human society in any form, so we have no choice but to violate the holy law - by the way, any such It's all dead, and dying fast, especially the radicals who preach that humans are just food to eat at will - or take advantage of it. Well, you see, Pink Paradise is an illegal industry that takes advantage of holes, and there are still All kinds of shops, selling all kinds of services, saints with special functions can find a job here, and use the money they earn to buy human flesh, which is collected and transported by regular channels on the black market. That kind of canned meat is just the lunch you eat. The meat is about the same, but the price has doubled hundreds of times.”

   Phil forcibly swallowed the red wine in his mouth, swearing in his heart that he would never buy canned luncheon meat again.

   "As far as I know, change, ahem, your saints also have many types, many of which are very, very... uh..."

   "You want to say deformed, terrifying, scary? You want to ask how they make money?" Juliana said with pity, "Have you ever seen a circus performance or an underground black fist?"

   "You mean..."

"Well, those low-level saints who are defined as horrible, ugly and deformed in your human aesthetics, some will use their bodies as exhibits, perform for people like circus monkeys, and some will use their bodies as weapons, In an unrestricted and **** fighting arena, the winner takes the prize and the loser leaves the body."

   "Is there such a thing?" Phil was dumbfounded, "Unimaginable."

"Hehe, that's the truth. There is a **** fighting arena co-organized by humans and saints nearby, where life-and-death duels or **** fights are held every night. If you can afford an admission ticket, you can go and have a look. In addition, each duel will produce many corpses, and the organizer will randomly select a lucky audience from the audience, and give the first dead saint to him or her as a lucky prize. "

   "She? There will be women to watch the duel? Wait, what kind of prize is that? Will someone make a corpse for collection, such a perverted thing..."

"I heard that the proportion of female audiences is very high." Juliana looked at Phil with a half-smile, and said, "The corpses of the saints cannot be preserved for a long time, but each saint will leave a brain nucleus. It is a really valuable collectible. I heard that the jewelry industry is looking for ways to polish the brain core, but now there are accessories made of the brain core, such as earrings, or sweater chains and bracelets, which are also new fashion trends. Those Celebrities and beauties are proud of this, and comparisons are common. In the auction house of the black market, the brain core of a low-level saint can be sold for a lot of money, so there are always idiots to hunt us, some are human, some are desperate Hunt down the saints of the same kind."

   "Oh my God, my God." Phil muttered like an idiot. It turned out that in just one month, so many weird and crazy things happened in places that he didn't see.