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Chapter 178 Contact Again
late at night.

It was pitch black in the bedroom.

The red light from the neon lights in the distance shone through the window, casting uncertain light and dark on the face.

Fang Cheng sat at the desk, looking at two postcards.

The patterns printed on the front are different, one is a scenic spot and the other is a cartoon character.

I guess it was purchased from a store.

Turning over the back, you can see two lines of strange characters with almost identical handwriting.

And the sender's name and address were not filled in.

Obviously, these two postcards were made by the same person.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered as he scanned the two messages written to the recipients one after another.

"I hope to have the honor of hearing your voice..."

"Are you afraid of me?"

The two sentences have completely different meanings.

The first sentence has the tentativeness and caution of a first meeting.

The latter sentence seems to have a bit more anger and disdain.

and.

Below the words “Are you afraid of me?”, there is a cartoon smiling face.

Although the painting seemed childish, Fang Cheng felt a sense of déjà vu from it.

The corners of the smiling face vaguely overlap with a face deep in the memory.

Click!

A scene suddenly emerged in my mind.

There was heavy rain and flashes of lightning.

The victims' screams and figures running wildly in the rain.

The face hidden by the raincoat hood revealed a pair of strangely shining eyes when he raised his head.

Two lines of sight intertwined and touched in the rainy night.

The corners of that face's mouth were also raised in a similar manner, smiling at him.

………………

"call--"

Fang Cheng exhaled, frowned slightly, and whispered to himself:

"Could it be that he is the murderer who committed the hotel massacre?"

While deep in thought, his fingertips unconsciously turned the pen on the desk.

The person who sent the postcard seemed to be hoping to establish contact with me and have some kind of communication.

And Fang Cheng actually also wanted to know what the other party's intentions were.

only.

In the past, I had little involvement in the spiritual field and was considered a complete layman.

For safety reasons, I chose not to open the door and contact the guy who sent the postcard.

Under the circumstances, this was a wise move.

But now, the situation is different.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but guess in his heart.

The other party has sent out two invitations in a row. Is this a warning or threat?
If I choose to refuse again, what will happen next?
Fang Cheng couldn't be sure of all this.

After all, the other party is hiding in the dark, while you are relatively exposed in the light.

"..."

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately put down the pen in his hand.

With a restrained look in his eyes, he watched the burning "flame" in his mind.

The me now is completely different from before.

The meditation skill is successfully mastered and promoted to the expert level, giving birth to the spiritual fire with miraculous effects.

Coupled with the mental attribute breaking through 40 points, it should not be much worse than those psychics.

"Then let's give it a try."

After carefully weighing the pros and cons and making a decision, Fang Cheng's eyes immediately fell on the string of strange characters.

Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and quickly entered a meditative state. After entering into a state of concentration, his lips moved slightly, and he fluently recited an extremely difficult spell.

"Om, A, Mi, Ma, Wa, She, Moo..."

As the spell was recited word by word, it echoed clearly in the air.

The scene around me seemed to be fast forwarded and then quickly rewinded.

At the same time, countless noises came to my ears like waves.

The rustling and noisy sounds of people talking filled my ears.

Just like a radio frequency crosstalk, it soon returns to normal, just like the tide recedes quickly.

Fang Cheng calmed down and looked around.

The small bedroom was completely shrouded in darkness.

Look around.

Apart from the tiny points of light twinkling like stars, there was also endless black fog that enveloped the entire world.

Empty, silent, and ethereal.

It was as if we were at the end of the world. If we took one more step forward, we would fall into a deeper, darker abyss hiding countless evil things.

Even though Fang Cheng now has a spiritual attribute of up to 43 points.

The sight still cannot completely penetrate the slowly flowing, extremely thick black fog.

When he first set foot here, Fang Cheng felt an indescribable sense of shock.

But after systematic meditation learning and actual practice, I entered this place again with some understanding.

If we divide the subconscious world into levels.

This special spiritual space at the moment should be located at the connection point between human subconscious and conscious mind, and belongs to a transitional level.

This is the level that many ordinary people can occasionally reach when they have lucid dreams.

As long as one's spiritual attributes meet the requirements, one can enter and exit smoothly through certain communication media without the need for meditation.

The medium that he now controls is the string of characters on the postcard that looks like a phonetic code.

With this thought in mind, Fang Cheng focused his mind and locked onto the target that was looming not far away.

In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared in front of a slightly faint light.

Looking up at the carved door that suddenly appeared, Fang Cheng whispered the "voice code".

At this moment, if you watch from a distance.

As the door slowly opened, two light spots of similar size gradually approached each other while floating, and finally merged.

....................................

Inside a church in the suburbs of Xiguan.

The lights went out and it was dark and silent.

It was late at night, but there was still a man kneeling and praying in front of the pulpit in the chapel.

He was wearing a black sportswear and a baseball cap, with his hands clenched, his head lowered and muttering, appearing extremely pious.

The faint moonlight leaked in from the stained glass windows like flowing water, faintly illuminating the pointed arch dome and the solemn walls.

There are religious murals painted on it, and the scene of the Last Judgment in which the devil and the apostles are fighting can be vaguely seen.

The suffering God hanging on the cross lowered his eyes and silently gazed at the believers kneeling in front of him.

however.

Just beneath this solemn and sacred space, there is a horrifying scene like hell.

More than a dozen dead bodies lay in a pool of blood, with distorted faces and mutilated limbs.

A bloody stench filled the chapel.

"How about it?"

The man who was praying suddenly raised his head, looked directly at the God hanging on the cross, and asked:
"Haven't I been begging you not to turn me into a monster?"

"Now, you see, since you can't even save your own believers, how can you be qualified to be called God!"

The dim moonlight revealed his bloodstained face and the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

"I will continue to judge your immoral followers until you are willing to show mercy and respond to me a little bit..."

The man looked like a madman, staring at the statue and muttering to himself.

Suddenly, his smile froze and his eyes flickered creepily, like a wild beast that accidentally saw its prey.

(End of this chapter)