The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

Chapter 133 Church of the Death

Determining the true identity of the Black coroner is also Li Qing's purpose in coming here today.

Beyond the side door of the church is an empty corridor, at the end of which is another door.

Upon entering the corridor, one can clearly see the still-wet bloodstains on the floor.

Alex and the others became even more uneasy after entering the corridor. They felt a chill on their bodies, as if something was crawling into them.

Li Qing looked at the black door.

He could clearly sense the aura of death behind that door, and the aura of death was incredibly dense.

If an ordinary person stays in this place filled with the aura of death for even a day, their body will inevitably be eroded by the aura of death.

Those who are physically strong may be able to endure it, but will still feel some discomfort. Those who are physically weak are very likely to contract a serious illness, become bedridden, or even risk death.

That door must be behind the morgue, which made Li Qing even more convinced that the black coroner might be Death himself.

To ensure the safety of Sam and the others, a surge of spiritual energy flew from Li Qing's palm, transforming into eight golden beams that shot towards Sam and the others.

Claire watched as the golden light flew into her body, and then she was surprised to find that not only did she not feel any discomfort, but she felt even more comfortable.

I used to feel that the church was a bit cold and gloomy, but now I don't feel that way at all; my whole body feels warm and cozy.

Li Qing's spiritual power dispelled the aura of death surrounding their bodies, acting as a barrier to protect them from corruption.

"That spiritual energy will protect you, don't worry. I'll stay here and ensure your safety." After saying that, Li Qing walked to the glass door.

The door was also locked, but I easily opened it with my telekinesis.

Pushing open the door, the first thing that comes into view is a white operating table, on which lies a naked male corpse.

The body's appearance was indeed Billy.

The walls of the room were covered with many anatomical diagrams, and a number of surgical instruments were placed on a workbench against the wall.

Out of consideration for the women behind him, Li Qing casually waved his hand, and the white cloth on the table moved without wind, flying over Billy's body and covering most of his body, leaving only his head exposed.

When Alex entered the room, he also saw the corpse on the operating table. Even though Billy's face was severely damaged, he still recognized the corpse.

Billy looked truly terrifying at that moment. The glass trophy had pierced Billy's right eye socket, and after the trophy was pulled out, what was revealed was that terrifying hole, a hole that was deep and dark.

Below Billy's neck, a steel needle, about the thickness of a little finger, was inserted into Billy's shoulder. The end of the needle was connected to a transparent plastic tube, which was drawing blood from Billy's body.

This behavior also filled the room with a pungent smell of blood.

"what!"

When Terry saw Billy's terrifying face, she screamed, then covered her mouth in panic, turned around, bent over, and began to gag.

Although Claire and Layton didn't do what Terry did, they also turned their heads away and stopped looking at Billy's body.

In fact, let alone Terry, even a man like Carter felt uncomfortable seeing Billy's corpse.

Li Qing didn't have time to care about their reactions. His divine sense detected that a black man was hiding in another slightly narrow and cramped room not far ahead.

The black man was tall and muscular, his dark head blending into the dark room.

The black man's face was somber, it sent chills down one's spine.

He wore a blue shirt with a black tie, which looked very formal. However, he wore black overalls that clashed with the overall style, giving him a strange and abrupt look.

His dark face was taut and expressionless, his eyes cold and sharp, exuding a chilling aura.

Just by looking at their auras, Li Qing could tell that he was no match for this black man.

He was definitely the most powerful enemy Li Qing had ever encountered since his transmigration.

......

"Aren't you going to come out and greet the guests? Hiding in your room is not the way to treat guests!"

The black Grim Reaper in the small room listened to Li Qing's words with a look of disdain on his face.

How to treat guests?

Are you guests?

Did I invite you here?

You showed up uninvited and still have the nerve to say I have no hospitality.

If I hadn't been unaware of your true nature, I would have wiped you out completely!

However, he really couldn't hide inside forever; anyone who didn't know better would think that Death was afraid of a young man in his twenties.

He straightened his tie, sauntered out with his small belly, and wore a "kind" smile.

"I'm so sorry for neglecting you all. I wonder what kind of service you need here?" The black Grim Reaper walked out of the room and came to the group.

“There’s nothing I need to do, it’s just that two friends want to come and see you,” Li Qing said.

"Oh? I wonder which two you are?"

The black Grim Reaper's deep, dark eyes swept over the people present, finally settling on Sam and Molly.

Apart from Sam and Molly, the others who were swept by the black Grim Reaper's sharp, hawk-like gaze trembled involuntarily, as if a chilling coldness surged up from their spines and instantly spread throughout their bodies.

Their faces turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. Their hearts were filled with fear and unease.

The feeling was like being watched by a great terror, unable to escape its control; that cold and merciless gaze seemed to pierce through their souls.

In this suffocating atmosphere, Alex and his six companions held their breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of attracting the attention of this Grim Reaper.

Then, the black Grim Reaper feigned surprise and said, "Isn't this Mr. Sam and Ms. Molly! It's been a long time! I suppose this gentleman's so-called friend is you two!"

“Long time no see, Mr. Morton. This is Mr. Li Qing beside me,” Sam stepped forward and said.

"Long time no see," Molly said.

Li Qing had not told the two men about the identity of the black man in front of them, which was why they could greet the black Grim Reaper so casually.

At the time, Li Qing only told the two of them that he wanted to meet the black coroner who knew about death. Sam was wondering why Li Qing didn't know his location since he knew about the black coroner's existence.

But Sam knew his limits and didn't ask any more questions.

"I heard Sam say that Mr. Morton seems to know a lot about Death?"

"That's true. I've escaped from death and clashed with him many times, so I know him quite well."

Ha, you're putting on quite a show!

Li Qing watched the black Grim Reaper spout nonsense with a straight face, and couldn't help but feel scornful.