Li Erpang clenched his fists tightly.
Yi Lin gave a faint smile.
Neither of them spoke.
The video suddenly lagged again.
Sheng Chunrou, who had been kneeling there, now had her face pressed against the camera lens in the next frame, looking incredibly distorted, her features enlarged, somewhat frightening.
"They, are the Dawn Church...they have a treasure, it's a painting, a painting... I originally thought, I could withstand it..."
"They are doing something...something very terrible..."
"Everyone will die, sooner or later."
"They don't have much time left, nor do I. I must get that painting... No, this isn't me, yet it is me."
"Be careful, you must be careful, the fragrance..."
"And be wary of that man..."
The subsequent footage was spliced together with ghastly technique, choppy and crazily stuttering.
Li Erpang wished he could smash the computer with a slap—what the hell was this!
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