Rainy Night, Inn, Death Incident

Sulfuric Acid Rain, perhaps only once a year, poured down in the dead of night, irrigating the parched, Hell's Scorched Earth.

Like the strange thunder of a starving man rising in the night.

Occasionally, flashes of lightning would streak across the sky.

On this rainy night, a metal carriage is speeding along.

The horse's entire body was inlaid with metal plates, or rather, its skin had been completely replaced with metal.

Each stomp of the heavy iron hooves left deep hoofprints on the damp, scorched earth, and between the hoofprints could be seen the special symbols belonging to the Grand Monastery.

Horses pulled the carriage, the cast-iron wheels grinding against the uneven, puddled surface of the scorched earth, causing the carriage to rise and fall.

There were only two people sitting inside the carriage.

One was Agatha, dressed in standard monk attire, with a robust build and white hair, her signature metal tube around her neck breathing smoothly.

The other was a special sinner sitting opposite her.

With hands clasped together in front of you, then secured by an iron pillar.

The primary restraint device was the clothing worn by the sinner, a type of Restraint Suit produced by the Grand Monastery, which looked like a gray bodysuit, allowing various fine needles that could seal acupoints to be inserted into the flesh.

On clothing,

She had the Female Face who didn't belong to the Devil; beneath her dirty and messy hair, she always stared with a pure and clean brown eye.

"It looks like I won't be able to get back tonight... This kind of rainy season is really rare."

Iron Pillar Nun, who was in charge of escorting the goods, was watching the raindrops that kept hitting the window, leaving corrosive marks. Unfortunately, a ray of light shone in.

[Hotel]

Several large, lit characters came into view.

Considering the worsening weather and the high probability that the carriage would break down if they continued traveling like this, Agatha immediately steered the carriage toward the inn.

Only when you get close do you realize

The hotel's architectural style, dilapidated environment, and eerie, deep design were clearly the work of a villain.

Although she really didn't want to stay in such an inn, she stopped the carriage in front of the building after a piercing clap of thunder.

Several different types of horse-drawn carriages were already parked here.

The damp, scorched earth in front of the door was also covered with footprints of different sizes.

Clearly, quite a few guests have come to this hotel to take shelter from the rain tonight.

Ding ding ding!

The hotel door was pushed open, and the bell rang.

A dim candle burned on the stone surface.

A shopkeeper, his eyes blindfolded, a bell hanging from his tongue, and wrapped in a rat-skin coat, was smiling at the doorman, but immediately became serious when he saw the monk's metal structure.

"Sister, welcome to our inn. The building materials used in our inn are designed to effectively shield us from acid rain. We hope you have a wonderful night here."

"It seems you're escorting a special prisoner. Here's a guest room for you at the very end of the top floor. How does that sound?"

Agatha nodded and placed a monk's silver coin directly on the table.

As the shopkeeper used his nimble tongue to snatch away the silver coin, a key wrapped around a nerve was also placed on the table.

Just as Agatha was about to take the key, the boss gently pressed it down with his finger.

"Sister, this inn is the property of the evil play. According to regulations, I need to know some information about this prisoner in order to minimize security risks."

This was indeed in accordance with the rules, but Agatha simply gave a few keywords in a low voice.

[Outer-Realm Apostle], [Unknown Origin], [Small-Scale Deaths], [Captured Alive and Wanted]

"Understood, hope you have a pleasant stay."

Just as Agatha led the special criminals behind her away, the hotel door opened again, and a green-haired youth, whose entire body was covered in acid rain and whose clothes were corroded and torn in many places, entered the hotel.

The nun's professional intuition alerted her to this person's unusual nature, and she couldn't help but turn around to observe him more closely.

The green-haired youth had a handsome face with no pustules or growths, but his clothes, torn by acid rain, gleamed with a metallic sheen.

"Are Special Tumor-bearer?"

After confirming that the other person's gaze meant no harm, Agatha went straight to her guest room.

The sinner, bound by Restraint Suit and metal tethers piercing her hands, was forced to stay close to Agatha, and would suffer excruciating pain if she went more than two meters away.

Creak~

At the far end of the top floor, a heavy door reeking of decaying wood was opened.

The old guest room was only about 20 square meters.

Three candles and a portable Wax Oil lamp are the only props available for lighting.

Rain kept hitting the cracked glass, making it feel like the window might shatter at any moment.

Despite the terrible accommodations, Agatha wasn't bothered by them; she figured she'd leave once the rain stopped.

Whoosh!

A newly grown iron pillar pierced through the sinner's ankle and was embedded in the corner of the wall, further restricting his movements.

After two days and two nights of escorting, coupled with the unusual dampness, Agatha was quite exhausted and needed to get some sleep tonight. Of course, it would only be a light sleep; she would wake up immediately if the Girl sensed any metallic touch.

She was ordered by the Grand Monastery to capture this strange sinner.

When they arrived at the Hell Town where the Girl was, the town, which should have been bustling with people, was unusually deserted, as if all the Devil had disappeared.

The Girl didn't leave either. Instead, she hung her head on the gallows in the Town Center and swung it back and forth, seemingly swinging leisurely on a swing.

The capture was completed easily; now all that's needed is to bring the living person back to the Grand Monastery.

He barely spoke a word to the Girl along the way, or perhaps she simply didn't understand the Hell language.

"Be honest, if you make any attempt to escape, even a strong thought, the metal will detect it. The Grand Monastery only requested to be captured alive, not with your limbs intact."

The Girl seemed to understand what she was saying, and nodded with a smile. She also seemed sleepy, and nestled in the corner, slowly closing her eyes.

Agatha was also feeling sleepy and fell asleep slowly on the bed.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Bite!

The crisp clanging sound of metal inside her body jolted her awake, and at the same time, a clap of thunder struck outside the window. The downpour didn't stop; instead, it intensified.

She immediately looked towards the corner of the room.

The Girl was still sleeping there, her posture unchanged, and all the metal restraints on her body were in normal condition; everything was safe.

The danger she sensed did not seem to come from the Girl, but from other areas of the hotel.

He got up and approached the door, pressing his ear against the door's surface.

Ah!

A piercing scream drifted from afar, leaving Agatha bewildered. "Is this some kind of prank? Or has something really happened?"

She couldn't just stay in the guest room like that. It would be truly dangerous if she didn't know anything and waited until trouble struck.

She can accurately sense the metal inside the Girl's body within a kilometer range, and can quickly arrest the girl if she tries to escape.

After confirming that the straitjacket was still effective,

Agatha pushed open the door and headed towards the source of the screams. She left the top floor of the hotel and continued down the stairs.

When she arrived at the first floor of the hotel and wanted to ask the hotel owner...

The shop owner, whose eyes were covered by a black cloth, had his head severed and placed on the table. His mouth was completely stuffed with pens used for signing and registering, his brain damaged.

His body was almost completely broken, and he was thrown on the ground like a lump of mud.

Just as Agatha left the guest room,

The Girl opened her eyes, a smile on her face.

She opened her mouth for the first time without using her hands.

A strange tongue emerged from between her pink lips—a soft tongue with a trident symbol etched on its tip.

She began licking along the corners and crevices, and every corner she touched with her tongue became even darker, causing spatial interference and instability in the image.

The candles lit in the guest room flickered wildly.

A connection that doesn't belong to hell seems to have been opened.

Snap!

A hand covered in bulging veins emerged from the gap, grabbed the Girl's neck, and lifted her into the air with tremendous force.

Subsequently,

A mask capable of instilling deep panic emerged from the darkness.

A blade gleaming with a cold light was raised high above the head.

Without any pity,

With a swift motion, the knife fell.

With a single stroke, the Girl's head was severed, completing the decapitation.

The Girl's head, which was being held in his hand, showed no signs of pain or panic; instead, she smiled.

The Girl did not appear to be dead.

Instead, he broke free from the straitjacket's restraints because of his beheading.

The Masked Man emerged from the shadows, hanging her head on his waist. He sniffed the lingering metallic scent in the room, trying to pinpoint his next target, and officially began tonight's special operation.