Chapter 228: The Cult of the Witch Gods!
ain to become even more powerful than you are now.""Immortal old man, you need to know the situation when you speak. I broke your arm, and you're still talking endlessly, which makes you quite ridicul...The woman's swollen body flew out directly for several meters, crashing heavily onto the street. She rolled several times before coming to a stop.
At this time, the woman, rolling her eyes, covered in blood, had already fainted and was no longer making a sound.
It was eerily quiet all around.
No one expected that, amidst the crowd's condemnation, Fang Yu would dare to strike back boldly!
And, Fang Yu's kick actually managed to send a hefty woman, weighing at least one hundred and sixty pounds, flying that far!
How strong is he
After seeing the plight of the women, the few young men who had rolled up their sleeves silently rolled them back down and turned away.
And the rest of the onlookers gradually dispersed as well.
The hot pot restaurant owner hesitated, but ultimately chose not to speak.
Fang Yu looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the ground, trembling with fear, and asked, "Speak."
After witnessing the tragic fate of his comrades, the man dared not entertain any other thoughts.
"I, we come from the Witsen Church," the man said in a trembling voice.
"The Cult of the Shaman" Fang Yu felt that the name sounded familiar, his brows furrowed slightly.
Then, he glanced at Ji Rumei and asked, "How can she return to normal"
"One must drink the holy water bestowed by the bishop to recover…" The man replied tremblingly.
Holy water...
"We... are from a branch of the Witch God Cult. Just, just in the suburbs... not far from here." The man answered truthfully.
"Take me there now." Fang Yu reached out and lifted the man.
"You, you're going to..." The man was stunned and asked with wide eyes.
"Lead the way. It's getting late, and I need to get back to sleep." Fang Yu said coldly.
"Good. Very good." The man replied, his eyes flashing with malice and a hint of mockery.
He conspired with the woman to drug Fang Yu and Ji Rumei, intending to bring them back to the Pope.
Now, Fang Yu actually took the initiative to request going to meet the Pope
Isn't this just what he wanted!
As long as we return to the Pope, this Fang Yu, even if he is still powerful, won't be able to make a move!
When the bishop makes a move, no one can resist!
……
Fan Yu, with Ji Ru Mei, followed the middle-aged man to the suburbs of Jiang Hai City.
The farther you go into the suburbs, the more deserted and sparsely populated it becomes.
Along the way, Ji Ruomei remained in a daze, simply following Fang Yu without uttering a word.
Half an hour later, an old-fashioned building with a courtyard appeared before them. It was about two or three stories high and occupied a large area, at least two thousand square meters.
Beside the courtyard gate, there were two statues. They were human in shape but their faces were unlike any human's, more like ghastly visages with wide gaping mouths and protruding fangs.
And atop the building stood a statue, a winged humanoid monster.
It held a staff in its hand, and its body was leaning forward as if about to charge.
"This is the church of our Witsen Sect's branch." The man walked to the front of the courtyard gate and said.
This building before me exudes a menacing aura. It doesn't resemble a church at all, but rather resembles a courthouse or even a place of punishment.
Fan Yu looked up at the statue on top, then glanced at the two statues at the gate.
These three statues are not identical, but they all share one common feature: the ghostly faces.
And Fang Yu had impressions of similar grimaces.
That's the Xuanming Clan.
Before Fang Yu encountered the Xuanming people, they were wearing similar ghost-faced masks and using their soul power to strengthen themselves.
Could there be a connection between the Xuanming Clan and this Wushen Cult
< Fang Yu frowned slightly, thinking to himself. >
While Fang Yu was thinking, the man strode into the courtyard and then into the hall.
It is now 11:40 PM, and the church is quite silent, not a sound can be heard.
Moreover, there were no lights inside the church, only a hollow opening above letting in a faint moonlight.
At first glance, there was no sign of anyone.
"Could the Bishop not be here" The man's heart skipped a beat.
He brought everyone back. What a wasted opportunity if the bishop hadn't been away!
The man looked around the church, but saw no one.
Just as he sighed and turned to leave, a figure suddenly appeared before him.
"What business could bring you to the church at this late hour" The priest, clad in black robes, stood before him.
In such silence and darkness, a person suddenly appeared before me.
This frightened the man so badly that he trembled all over and almost urinated himself.
"Master, Bishop, I am the disciple Huang Deming. I have brought back two new disciples. Please bestow upon them holy water to save their souls." The man said in a trembling voice.
"Oh New converts Where are they" The bishop stroked his smooth chin, asking.
Huang De Ming was about to speak, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed two figures appearing at the entrance of the church. revive and bring another catastrophe upon all races.’” 。"So, that's why this coffin is stored in the Unreal Realm, and in such a hard-to-find place" Fang Yu's eyes flickered as he asked. 。Yes 。The Gr...