A small circle spread around the two of them instantly, and each of them looked like they were watching the show.

Just then, an association staff member in a suit rushed over.

"The two have signed a contract, please consider it carefully. If you take action within the association, you will not only be removed from the association, but also be wanted by the Governor."

Songni nodded with a smile, and the translucent fluid on Charles quickly shrank into his clothes. "Mr. Charles, I really have no malice."

"What are you going to do?" Charles frowned. He had a premonition that if this matter was not resolved today, this guy would still follow him in a silence.

Songni pointed to the edge of the hall and signaled him to go over.

The corner of the hall was far away from the hustle and bustle, and Songni looked at Charles with a smile: "Captain Charles, how much do you know about us?"

"I can't understand it. I have heard some rumors, such as joining your church, you will hold an induction ceremony, and use a few steel needles to penetrate directly into your brain from the side of your eyeball. You claim that you can get the blessing of the Sun God in this way."

"Mr. Charles, don't you think this ritual is practical? In this cursed sea, the greatest danger to humans is the fear in our brains. As long as you receive blessings in our church, you will never feel fear again. This is why our Sun God's exploration captain has the highest survival rate."

"Why don't you say that how high is the mortality rate of this kind of ritual? Is this kind of blessing or curse? Don't mention your God of Light, I'll ask you, do you know what the sun looks like?"

"Of course." Songni pointed to the forehead on the top of his head. "This is what my Lord looks like."

Looking at the white triangle, Charles almost laughed out loud. "Is the sun a triangle?"

"Why not? This is the answer given by the oracle."

"The sun is round!! You SX!!" Charles' voice soared.

"Have you seen it? Why are you so sure?"

"I..." Charles finally put the last few words back.

Songni waved his hand. "Well, since you are not from our club, I don't want to argue with you about the doctrine. I'm here to ask you for your entrustment this time."

“Trust?”

"It won't take up too much time for you. Mr. Charles wants to go to Sodom and can help me deal with some people. They are also from the Sun God Cult. But the concepts are a bit different."

"Why did you know I'm going to Sodom?" This feeling of being stolen made Charles feel very unhappy.

Songni smiled, "Of course, the unique people are attracting much attention. As long as Mr. Charles can show sincerity, our cooperation will be more. You should not have enough funds at this time, right?"

"What if I don't agree?" Charles sneered.

"I believe Mr. Charles will agree. You will agree to the Fertans who are deformed. Why does Charles disagree with the best of both worlds?"

"Haha." Charles touched his nose. "The Ftans are really better than you, at least he is more polite than you."

After Charles finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.

Logically speaking, he should have accepted this deal. Charles does need this step of funding, but first he is unhappy with this guy's tone, and secondly he doesn't want to join the cult sect struggle.

As soon as Charles returned to his residence, he immediately noticed that someone had come in.

He thought of something and rushed to the drawer immediately. When he opened it, he found that someone had touched his diary.

"Lily? What happened after I left?" Charles asked with a hint of nervous expression.

"She came in not long after you left..." A crying voice came from the ground of the bed.

"What does that guy look like? Is there an inverted triangle in the center of his forehead?"

Lily, who was timid, crawled out, her hair was very messy at this time, "It's the sister you know."

"Which sister?"

"It's the sister who painted the picture in your diary."

"Anna?!" Charles' pupils shrank to a very small size. He rushed to Lily and took her in his hand.

"Are you sure it's her? Or is it just like the same appearance?"

"It's really her. She still wrote something on the back of the painting. Mr. Charles, why haven't you said that sister is not a human but a monster?"

Charles threw away the mouse in his hand, quickly took out the painting from his diary, turned over and saw neat Chinese characters appear in front of him.

"I didn't expect you to draw a portrait for me, saying that I was fake, and I was still thinking in my heart."

"Actually, when I saw that painting, I was quite happy. Even if my beloved man died, he was still thinking about himself."

"Gao Zhiming, I am fake, and the relationship between me and you is also fake. Everything was created by the Diva tribe."

"I know what you are thinking now, and I must be saying that you don't care that I'm fictional, and find a way to help me get rid of the monster's control?"

"But you were wrong. Actually, I am that monster, that monster is me, and we are inseparable."

"The Diva tribe has no brains, and hunting and survival rely entirely on instinct. When we need to think, we create a consciousness, and I am the consciousness created by me."

"I miss you very much now and want to stay by your side all the time. I believe you miss me too, but we all know that even missing you is fake."

"I came here today to break up with you, so since you are not here, forget it."

"I don't want to be controlled by false emotions. I plan to go to the earth sea to find the meaning of my existence. Don't come to me, and go find your surface with peace of mind."

Zhao Jiajia stayed.

PS (By the way, if you find another woman, don’t let me find it, otherwise I will really not be able to resist eating theirs.)

Charles, who was in a mess in his mind, threw the paper in his hand, and asked to the white mouse next to him with red eyes: "How long has she been away?"

"It's half an hour."

Charles rushed out without saying a word, bit his teeth hard at his thumb, and touched the mirror. His body changed rapidly, and the huge bat began to glide rapidly in the air.

In a dark alley, Anna, wearing a beautiful red dress, looked at the bats in the sky, leaving yellow-green tears at the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, a thick arm rested on her fair shoulder. "Girl, how many nights will it be?"

Anna gently wiped away her tears, turned around and looked at the drunken drunkard, "Two hundred times, eight hundred nights."

Seeing Anna's angelic face, the drunkard was stunned. He reacted and excitedly untied his belt. "Eight hundred is eight hundred!! I want it!!"
Chapter completed!