"It can be understood in this way." Cleves picked up the plain water and took a sip.

It turned out to be like this... Donna settled down, believing that as long as she didn't leave the restaurant, she wouldn't encounter the horrible living corpse just now.

It wasn't until this time that she realized that the surrounding diners had cast their gazes over because of the movement here.

Tang Na, who was stared at by one after another, felt uncomfortable all over her body, and instinctively wanted to lower her head and avoid everything.

I did nothing wrong! I really saw it! Donna straightened her neck stubbornly and looked around.

She saw a gentleman in a tuxedo suit and a lady in a beautiful dress look away, and saw them lower their heads, pick up a spoon, and scoop the dark red blood clots with several spices in the porcelain bowl into their mouths.

Their lips were stained with blood red, and their faces were quite pale under the light of the crystal chandelier. The contrast between the two was sharp, which made Donna inexplicably feel a little panic.

She hurriedly turned her head, waited for dinner, and secretly prayed to the goddess, hoping that the storm would stop as soon as possible.

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Bansi Harbor Telegraph Office.

As soon as Ireland and the first officer finished filming the information for the navy, they found the wind howling outside, and the nearby doors and windows rattling.

"Really, the weather here is always so unstable." Elland put on a boat hat, sighed and smiled.

His first mate, Harris, laughed and said, "Otherwise, why would there be the title 'Weather Museum'?"

"It's best for you not to go out, it is said that you will lose your head." A staff member of the telegraph office, a lady with brown curly hair spoke slowly.

"I know, but I tried several times, and nothing happened." Harris was about to pull the door and leave without paying attention.

Elland stopped him, thought for a while and said, "Is it okay to go to the church next door?

"Your telegraph office is supposed to be closing, isn't it?"

"No problem." The lady with brown curly hair still looked calm.

Elland nodded, opened the door of the telegraph office, and headed towards the Storm Church dozens of meters away against the wind that could blow up a child.

The first officer, Harris, pressed his hat and followed the captain, as if he wanted to express his idea of ??rushing back to the White Agate.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the strong wind poured into his mouth, and all his voices were suppressed tragically.

After hemming and hawing for a while, he wisely shut his mouth and stopped making obviously unrealistic proposals.

At this time, there is still a quarter of an hour before 7 o'clock, which can only be regarded as evening, and the door of the Storm Church is still open, facing the believers.

The strong wind came here and became much softer. At least Ireland and Harris no longer needed to worry that their hats would abandon them at any time.

Entering the church, after walking through the dark and forbidding aisle, the two stepped into the large prayer hall, and saw a man in a dark blue pastor's robe sitting in the front row, quietly looking at the stone on the altar, which was composed of strong winds, waves, thunder, etc. The huge "Holy Storm Emblem" composed of symbols.

Elland approached with a smile, and patted the familiar figure on the shoulder: "Jess, where is your bishop?"

After being slapped like this, the pastor's head visibly shook.

Then, it fell forward, fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled continuously.

From the priest's neck, blood gushed out like a fountain, and drenched Elland's face.

A cold and wet feeling came into his heart, and the bright red color blinded Elland's eyes. JrNovels.com