The immortal body is called Teevat

When the miraculous scene that seemed like a miracle just now disappeared, the blood on the ground turned into a pool of dull liquid, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone was still shocked by the scene and had not yet recovered. They firmly believed what Mr. Custer had said: eliminating the sins of the world would eventually attract the attention of God.

The justice they practiced was really watched by gods. Although it wasn't the water goddess Furninna, at least there were gods who recognized their achievements, right?

This not only greatly increased these people's faith in the gods they had just met, but also confirmed Custer's leadership position in the Bloody Tribunal.

After all, Mr. Custer is not only a man of extraordinary talent, but also a person blessed by God.

He was the leader appointed by God himself, so naturally no one wanted to replace Custer as the leader of the Bloody Tribunal.

Custer felt warm all over and felt very comfortable. He could feel a growing strength and a clearer mind.

Even the dark surroundings gradually became brighter under his gaze. But before he had time to sigh and discuss the appearance of this strange scene, a person ran over quickly from an unknown pipe.

Custer looked at him, and after a few glances he confirmed that this was the spy arranged by their Bloody Court in Gray River.

The purpose of arranging spies is that if there are any changes during the trial, they can withdraw faster, so that those who are chasing them will not be able to find any clues about them.

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw the blood-red light shining around Mr. Custer.

"What's wrong? Why are you running back in such a panic?" Custer asked in a gentle tone.

The man came to his senses and immediately shouted, "Mr. Custer, those nobles' lackeys have smelled the scent and are rushing towards us. We must evacuate quickly."

Custer habitually pushed his golden glasses up, then put the notebook that recorded the evidence back to its original place.

Then Custer waved his hand and gave orders to the black-robed men who were dressed almost the same as him: "Let's go! Remember, create some trouble for those nobles' lackeys before you leave."

"The Bloody Court will eventually settle their accounts one day."

"If the laws of Fontaine cannot give people corresponding justice, then our private revenge at this time is noble and pure." Caster once again emphasized this sentence tirelessly.

After hearing Custer's order, these people very skillfully dispersed to the pipelines in all directions. The few people who stayed behind deliberately buried some simple traps nearby.

Afterwards, they retreated into the pipeline as quickly as the people before them. After all, for them, this pipeline was something they had been familiar with and planning for more than a year. Even if the local people from Huihe came, they might not be able to capture them.

Not to mention the lackeys who work for the nobles and serve the sins.

While traveling through the pipes, Custer's mind was still recalling the blood moon that the blurry blood-red figure had mentioned.

Although the statement that all the sins of the world will be cleared when the blood moon rises in the sky sounds very unreliable.

But Caster thought that there was no need for the blood-red shadow to deceive him. Why would a god deceive him, a mortal? And what could he have that could be deceived?

At this time, Custer no longer thought about these things that he couldn't figure out for the time being. He had more important things to do.

Now that they have killed the noble, a new round of storm is bound to be set off in Fontaine.

After all, after the last incident with the Messenger of Justice, although the nobles' arrogant attitude towards human trafficking was suppressed, the last incident also sounded a wake-up call for these beastly nobles.

After the incident of the Messenger of Justice had heated up, the nobles could not wait to hire all the scum and villains that Fontaine could find to reopen the investigation into the matter, attempting to catch the culprit who had brought shame upon them.

Unfortunately, these scum took the money but did a perfunctory job, which did not help the progress of the investigation in any substantial way. They could only make these nobles feel helpless and furious in their luxurious homes.

What Wu Cheng did was a devastating blow to these nobles. Those nobles and their lackeys hated this unknown person.

If Villette only restricted their behavior and made their behavior within the law, at most he was doing it in secret what he had done openly before.

Wu Cheng's actions undoubtedly uprooted the foundation on which the nobles depended for survival, destroying the majesty and reputation they had accumulated in Fontainebleau for thousands of years.

The nobles frantically searched for clues of the murderer in Fontaine, hoping to sentence the murderer to death through Villette to relieve their hatred.

After all, according to Fontaine law, the murderer massacred nearly 300 people in public, and the methods he used were extremely cruel, causing serious impact on the entire Fontaine society.

Therefore, according to the Fontaine law, the death penalty should be imposed. These nobles usually do not attach importance to the so-called Fontaine law and even despise it.

And when one's own interests are infringed, the first thing one thinks of is to act in accordance with Fontaine law. Isn't this ironic?

Unfortunately, the real culprit had left Fontaine more than a year ago, and in a sense, he had just returned.

But unfortunately they could not see it, and when the nobles' lackeys followed the clues to the open place where they had just set out.

They smelled the strong smell of fresh blood in the air and knew that the extremist organization must have carried out an execution here in secret.

Just when they were about to walk closer to observe what was happening here, someone suddenly stepped into a pit of neither deep nor shallow and started screaming.

When the man pulled his foot out, he found that the sole was pierced by all kinds of broken glass and rusty nails, and was still bleeding.

These lackeys only realized that the extremist organization had set up some traps around them before leaving. They could only curse the extremist organization in secret and could do nothing else.

After that, they continued to explore forward carefully for dozens of steps, and found a large pool of solidified blood in front of them.

Although the smell of blood was fresh, it was obvious from the coagulated blood on the ground that these guys had been gone for a while.

When the leader saw this, he realized that the noble lord he was looking for had probably been thrown into the sewer by this execution organization.

After all, only that extremist organization would dare to kidnap nobles in Fontaine and bring them here for the execution ceremony. There is no other possibility.

As for continuing to hunt down this extremist organization, they didn't have that idea. After all, they were using the nobles' money to do things for them, not risking their lives.

Not to mention that if they really want to search the place with so many channels connecting them in all directions, it is hard to say how long it will take them to finish the search.

The leader simply asked his men to retreat with him and report to their noble employers that the target they were looking for was dead. Anyway, those noble monsters would not blame them.

……

"Cole, I remember you made a lot of pocket pancakes, didn't you? Where did they go?"

Ke Lai helplessly pointed at the other three brothers and sisters who had eaten so much that they were almost round balls, "Brother, the pocket biscuits you mentioned are basically in their stomachs."

Wu Cheng could only lament in his heart that his younger brothers and sisters were eating too much. However, being able to eat a lot was also a good thing. Only by eating more could the body become stronger.

Wu Cheng felt relieved when he thought of this. Then he could only hold the one-handed sword in his hand disappointedly and find a suitable place to practice martial arts.

That day, Wu Cheng practiced so hard that he swung his sword so many times that he couldn't even remember how many times he had swung his sword.

All I know is that he stopped only when the sun in the sky gradually disappeared and night fell with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Stars also appeared in groups on the black curtain. Just when Wu Cheng wanted to continue practicing sickle martial arts.

Ke Lai came up to him with two steaming hot pancakes and said, "I know you have been busy this afternoon and have no time to eat pancakes, so I made another one for you."

"But since we didn't have enough ingredients, we could only make two. Eat them while they're hot."

Wu Cheng stopped practicing martial arts and looked at the two pocket cakes brought by Ke Lai, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Although my sweet little cotton-padded jacket might leak air occasionally because of Diluk, he still cares about me very much.

Then, Wu Cheng symbolically swept the grass under his feet with his hand, then put the one-handed sword back into his God's Eye space, took the two pocket biscuits, sat on the grass, one in each hand, and ate while looking up at the beautiful starry sky.

Ke Lai also sat down next to Wu Cheng. Seeing Wu Cheng wolfing down his food, he quickly advised, "Brother, don't eat so fast. I'm not trying to steal your biscuits. What if you choke to death?"

Wu Cheng swallowed the biscuit in his mouth and retorted to Ke Lai: "How is it possible? My stupid sister, have you forgotten that I have the ability to be immortal? How could I be choked to death?"

Then, Cole said nothing and just sat with Wu Cheng who was eating heartily, and looked up at the starry sky like Wu Cheng.

When she looked at the stars in the sky, Cole always thought of her deceased mother. Perhaps her mother was also watching her.

Kelai said with a slightly sad tone: "Then...brother will always be with me, right?"

Wu Cheng happily ate his pocket biscuits and said, "Yes, I'm not going to die anymore, so of course I can always be with you, Ke Lai, don't think about so many meaningless things."

"You've said all this because you're jealous of my other uneaten pie. How about I give it to you?"

Ke Lai acted as if he didn't hear anything and continued to talk to himself: "But brother, if you are not dead, who will accompany you after we leave?"

Wu Cheng was happily eating the biscuit, but after hearing what Ke Lai said, he felt that he couldn't swallow the biscuit in his mouth no matter what. He no longer had the mood to eat.

Yes, that day will come sooner or later.

"If that day ever comes, I believe there will always be a way to bring you back to me." Wu Cheng gave an ambiguous answer.

"Brother, what if the price for bringing us back is this world?" Cole continued to ask curiously.

The sadness on Wu Cheng's face was swept away, replaced by determination and his hands seemed to hold up the world: "If there is such a choice, the world will fall for me."

"Or let me overturn the whole world. Even if I have to bear the infamy, I will definitely let you come back. Don't worry, don't think too much."

Then Wu Cheng felt that his emotions seemed a little unstable. Obviously, for him, this kind of thing would happen at least hundreds of years later.

Wu Cheng didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to find a solution after hundreds of years. If he really couldn't find a solution after hundreds of years, he could only laugh at his future self for being so useless.

But why should I worry about something that has no boundaries? Why should I worry about something that is too far away?

Wu Cheng immediately changed his expression and laughed: "Kelai, actually this topic is too far away for us. It's you who always brings up such weird topics."

When Ke Lai was about to say something, Wu Cheng immediately continued to say to Ke Lai: "Okay, I'm going to continue practicing martial arts to improve myself. I can't eat this pocket cake anymore, so I'll give it to you."

Then Wu Cheng stuffed the biscuit in his hand to Cole and left the scene, leaving Cole alone, holding the still warm biscuit in his hand and staring at the starry sky in a daze.

"Your brother really loves you." Villian said

"Well, since my mother left me, only my brother has taken such good care of me. He is our relative. I know my brother will not leave us."

"But if we really leave him one day, An, do you think my brother would really exchange the world for us?"

"Yes, if you really leave him one day, he might really sacrifice the world for you. The expression he had just now was definitely not fake." Villian said from the side.

"An, please don't leave me in the future, okay?"

Villian then transformed into a human form and hugged Cole from the back, rubbing him hard: "Okay, I won't leave you. Stupid Cole, you keep thinking about things that will happen a long, long time in the future. Listen to me, stop thinking about it."

"I'm not stupid, I... I just..." Cole's face gradually turned red and he answered Villian in a very small voice.

……

Wu Cheng returned to his ordinary life again. To him, it was no different from the usual days, except that it was more lively.

For example, Alta would choose to spar with himself after practice, and even Cole would join the battlefield from time to time to cooperate with Alta.

Compared to Alta's extremely rough chains, Cole's archery skills when attacking with a bow and arrow are also quite remarkable.

While Alta continued to attack Wucheng, Cole on the side would assist Alta in blocking Wucheng's retreat with bows and arrows.

Unfortunately, in Wu Cheng's eyes, the arrows shot by Cole were like a video slowed down several times. Although it restricted Wu Cheng's activities to some extent, it had little impact overall.

Even though the two's reaction abilities and attack speeds had reached a relatively perfect balance, they were still 100% defeated.