The immortal body is called Teevat

After getting Wu Cheng's promise, Wei Li felt a surge of joy in her heart. She felt an indescribable joy. Perhaps it made up for the regrets she had in the past.

Wu Cheng finally broke the deadlock between the two, his voice full of firmness and determination. He extended his hand to Moshaer, as if inviting her to embark on a new journey, "If you are willing, you might as well follow me, and I will give you a new life."

These words were like a spring breeze, igniting a spark of hope in Meshar's heart.

Meshar leaned close to the weak light and carefully observed the piles of debris on the ground. There was no fear in her eyes, but instead she was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

She had already seen the disgusting faces of those nobles and had suffered the brutal abuse of children like them by the workers in the human trafficking market.

However, at this moment, she felt relieved because those who had hurt her were dead and she herself survived. They would never have the chance to abuse her again.

Her faith in the Little Lucky Grass King began to waver. After all, she had escaped countless times but had never received any mercy from the Little Lucky Grass King.

But every time she expected something, it ended in disappointment. She gradually lost her confidence in the Little Lucky Grass King. At the last moment, she still hoped that the Little Lucky Grass King could save her.

But in the end, the little lucky grass king did not appear. She was filled with confusion and pain, and felt lost and helpless about the future.

The strong and pungent smell of blood emanating from Wu Cheng's body showed without a doubt that he was the culprit of this tragedy.

Meshar's eyes were full of vigilance and confusion, but she still mustered up the courage to continue asking.

"It would be my honor if you are willing to take me in. However, can I know your identity?" Moshar's voice trembled slightly, but was firm.

Wu Cheng smiled, his eyes revealing a kind of confidence and frankness. He knew that hiding his identity was not a long-term solution, and he believed that Meshar had the potential to join the Blood Moon Cult.

"I am just an ordinary person with justice in my heart. Of course, if you think this identity is too ordinary, then you can also call me the leader of the Blood Moon Cult." Wu Cheng's voice was calm and gentle, as if conveying a kind of trust to Moshar.

Meshar thought quietly, she was curious about this cult she had never heard of. The leader's words sparked a spark of hope in her heart, and she longed to find a place to belong.

"The leader of the Blood Moon Cult? This is a cult I have never heard of. So, am I qualified to join?" There was sincerity and desire in Meshar's eyes. She hoped to find her own value and meaning in this cult.

Wu Cheng looked at Meshar and gave her a warm smile. "Of course you are qualified to join. We welcome everyone who has justice in their hearts. In the Blood Moon Cult, you will find like-minded partners and fight for justice together."

Wu Cheng's words were full of encouragement and expectation. He believed that Meshar would become a powerful force in the cult.

But as to how credible this statement is, that is another matter.

She was so desperate that at this moment she seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and held it tightly, refusing to let go.

After all, it was this young man who gave her a second life, so why shouldn't she follow him? Even if there was a bottomless abyss and a terrifying hell ahead, she would not look back.

She was determined to say goodbye to the past completely, because there was nothing worth reminiscing about in the past. Perhaps the past self was dead, but the present self was like a newborn baby, and life must have meaning.

Just think of joining the Blood Moon Cult as finding a home for your second life.

Wu Cheng had never expected that this little girl would be so determined to join the Blood Moon Cult. He picked up the scented handkerchief used by the nobles on the table and gently wiped Mosha's face.

He said gently, "Okay, I promise you. But you have to find a safe place to hide yourself. I will come and take you away from this sinful place in a while."

Moshaer nodded slightly obediently, with a firmness and courage in her eyes, as if telling Wu Cheng that she was ready to stand up again.

She waved her little hand gently, indicating Wu Cheng that he could put her down without any worries. Seeing this, Wu Cheng put Moshaer carefully on the ground without hesitation.

Although Meshar's steps were still a little unsteady, she gritted her teeth and tried to make her steps steady and firm. Her eyes were focused and determined, as if silently telling herself that she must get out of this bloody place.

The floor was covered with blood and other disgusting things, emitting a pungent smell, but Meshar's expression was unusually calm.

It was as if these horrific scenes had no effect on her. Her state of mind was like a calm lake, without a single ripple, as if she had seen through life and death.

Wu Cheng stared at Moshar, and a feeling of admiration welled up in his heart. He realized that this child possessed extraordinary courage and tenacity, and was a person who could accomplish great things.

However, his heart was also filled with endless regret, and he felt sad for the children who had been tortured and died by the nobles.

Wu Cheng knew that his power was limited and that all he could do was to eliminate those evil scum. He silently vowed to seek justice for these innocent children with his actions.

However, facing the impermanence of life and death, he also felt helpless, after all, the dead cannot be resurrected.

In order to keep the person he cherished alive, the bishop paid a huge price and struggled to find a glimmer of hope among thousands of possibilities. The price was so high that he gave up everything he had.

Moshaer said that he would wait here for Wu Cheng and would not go anywhere, and then went to a place where he could reach and got a book.

Although the human population market is a den of filth and dirt, it does not prevent these nobles from using books to justify their bestiality. It seems that with these books all dirty behaviors and activities are justified.

Moshar sat down peacefully on an undamaged chair and began to read a book in silence. Then Moshar signaled Wu Cheng that he could leave, and she would read a book here and wait for him to come back.

Wu Cheng saw that his new believer was so eager to learn. He didn't know what to say, but gently closed the evil door of the human trafficking market.

Worried, he used other things to reinforce the door lock to prevent any sudden accidents.

After saying goodbye to Moshaer, Wu Cheng walked deeper into the underground kingdom. He would soon meet the elusive Mr. Hogman.

Wu Cheng became extremely excited when he thought of this, and the bright red color of the clothes that Weili had specially knitted for him became even more dazzling, and a bunch of strange runes had begun to grow at the cuffs of his collar.

It added a bit of weirdness to his temperament. At this time, Hogman, who was hiding in the small room, didn't know that the god of death was coming for him.