Horror Studio

"Can't open it!" Hall walked to Marshall and pushed him away a bit, "Marshall, promise me not to open it! This manuscript shouldn't exist in the world, it's a devil's handbook, just look at it. It will make people fall into hell. [No pop-up novel network]"

Marshall took two steps back, his expression full of alert.

"Hall, did you read it? Did you read the Verdra Manuscript?" Marshall asked Hall.

Hearing Marshall's words, Hall knelt on the ground, covered his eyes with his hands, and began to cry.

"I watched, Marshall, I watched. Although I only read two pages, I will never forget the contents. They are imprinted on my mind. Even when I sleep, I keep repeating them. Nope! I beat my head to get rid of them, but to no avail, I prayed for the Lord’s forgiveness, but the Lord did not respond to me, I was abandoned by the Lord, because I read the devil’s handwriting, I have... fallen Up."

Hall cried bitterly, regret making him hysterical.

Marshall gently stroked Hall’s back, "It’s okay, my friend, I’m here, you are no longer alone, even if this is the devil’s handwriting, we will fight together. I believe the Lord will not abandon you, Lord No response must be because the devil has hidden your breath."

Under Marshall's consolation, Hall's sobbing gradually diminished.

"Impossible, we can't fight it." Hall shook his head desperately.

"Hall, we can destroy it. The Verdra Manuscript is made of ordinary paper. We can use fire. Under the burning of the flame, it will soon be reduced to ashes, and you will return to the Lord. Embrace." Marshall stood up.

"Marshall, do you think I didn't do this? There is no way to destroy the "Verdela Manuscript" with fire or water. It is protected by the power of the devil, and there is no way to destroy it!" Hall's tone was suddenly high. Suddenly low.

"Then we can throw it into the sea, into the desert!"

"It's useless! It's useless... It's useless." Hall shook his head.

"Hall, I can help you, we are old friends, but if you don’t tell me anything, I can’t help you... I need you to tell me and tell me what to do." Marshall took Hall from the ground Lift up.

"Marshall, this is what I came for you." Hall leaned on the desk and sat on the long-backed chair.

Outside the window, the heavy bells passed through the Morningstar Church, through the long corridor, through the doors and windows, and came to the ears of the two.

On the desk, the "Verdela Manuscript" is like a devil cursed thing, under the dim light, it exudes the breath of coldness, sex, and death.

"Promise me, Marshall, I want you to promise me first!" Hall gathered the courage in his heart and said.

"Hall..." Marshall hesitated.

"Promise me, you must not open it, even sleepwalking, you can’t open the "Verdela Manuscript" no matter what happens, promise me, my old friend." This is not so much Hall’s request. It is more appropriate to say that it is praying.

Marshall became the only hope in Hall's heart.

"I promise you." Marshall's calm voice gave Hall a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, Marshall, I came to you to help me. I don't want the same thing to happen to you." The expression on Hall's face eased a lot.

"Can you talk now? Hall." Marshall moved closer.

"Marshall, sit next to me so that I don't feel cold when I tell." Hall smiled bitterly.

Marshall did as Hall said.

"My friend, have you ever heard the legend of Burning Sea? It is an ocean of fire that burns the world, which can burn everything in the world, and even the devil dares not touch the flames of Burning Sea. But, There is a ghost ship that can sail safely in the burning sea. No one knows where this ghost ship comes from and where it goes. Marshall, you are so smart, you must know what I want to say?" Hall looked at Marshall's eyes. Waiting for the answer from the other party.

"Can Burning Sea burn up the "Verdra Manuscript"?" Marshall said, holding Hall's hand in both hands.

"Yes, Marshall, it's always so nice to chat with you." Hall held the Bible on the desk to his chest.

"Hall, it's not that I don't want to help you, but where can I find the ghost ship?" Marshall shook his head.

"It is said that on the silent night of the moonlight, the ghost ship will appear in the rough sea. It happened that in the port of Molov, a three-masted merchant ship was about to set sail for In'an. I knew the captain and had his help. You have no problem getting on the boat. Marshall, can you help me?" Hall withdrew his hand and sighed.

"Hall..." Just as Marshall spoke, Hall's eyes became extremely frightened.

Hall, who had already calmed down, suddenly fell to the ground, "Don't come! Don't come!" Hall shouted, and at the same time, he kept moving back. Even though there was already a wall behind his back, he did not stop, "Go away!" The Bible in his hands was thrown forward, and the Bible was scattered on the ground.

"Hall, what's the matter with you?" Marshall stood up quickly.

Hall began to scream, his facial expression was extremely distorted because of fear, his eyes were pale, and he made a ‘uh uh uh uh’ sound in his mouth, as if something was pinching his neck. Under this circumstance, Hall was still backing desperately, slapping his hands indiscriminately, driving away the invisible fear.

Marshall wanted Hall to stop, but Hall went crazy.

"Come on, come on!" Marshall ran to the door and shouted.

...

"Doctor Hunt, how is Father Hall?" Marshall asked concerned.

Dr. Hunter is wearing a red vest~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a blue-gray coat outside. He took the stethoscope off his neck and put it in his visit box, then he bent over to fasten the white and gray box.

"Father Marshall, Father Hall is too frightened, he just needs a good rest." Dr. Hunt's speech speed is very slow, not impatient or impatient.

"Are there any other questions?"

"No, there are some small wounds on your hands, and nothing will happen. You can rest assured, Father Marshall, you don’t have to worry too much. Actually, Father Hall does not happen once or twice. Everyone is used to "Now," Dr. Hunter said, bowing slightly, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After Dr. Hunt left, Marshall sat by Father Hall's bed.

Even in a coma, Father Hall frowned, as if avoiding danger.

"No, no, don't!" Father Hall suddenly stretched out his hands and kicked with both legs.

Before Marshall could respond, he suddenly put his hands down and fell silent.