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Xia Tuo also nodded, and they turned around. The bloody exclamation mark above their heads turned into pure black almost instantly.

They are completely unaware that they are on the verge of life and death.

"Hello." Bai Wei called out, "The road is this way."

A sudden voice stopped the group of foreign students.

Jiang Mu had reached out his hand to touch the remote path, some red paint was rubbed on his clothes, he withdrew his hand, and said in surprise: "Brother Bai..."

Xia Tuo also cupped his hands and said, "Brother Bai, I haven't seen you for a while, have you eaten yet?"

Bai Wei was speechless for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed in a direction: "Someone was looking for you just now, it's urgent, let's go there quickly."

"oh oh……"

The international students clasped their fists again, and trotted away after answering.

The exclamation mark above their heads was also pulled back from the dark edge of death, fading quickly, which meant that they would no longer be in too much danger after meeting with other international students.

The people of Ming Dynasty are still reliable. In terms of life safety, they will not trust Yingzhou but confirm the guarantee by themselves.

The danger of these international students has also been lifted, and the foreshadowing has been recovered.

"It seems... the source of the danger is inside."

He looked at the entrance with vacant eyes, and the lack of lighting made the place look gloomy, making people not want to step in at all.

"trouble……"

"Ask for trouble."

"How old are you, and you still want to be an envoy of justice... I used to do jido for fun, but now it's not like that?"

He complained that he was meddling in his own business, eating radish salty and not worrying.

And soon the rage fell on a dangerous source deep in the shadows.

"Can't stay at home well, and have a good life, so come out to find excitement?"

"I'm still too full to eat, so I should throw it to Siberia to dig potatoes."

"Gan Runiang, if I don't beat you up today, even your mother won't know me, my golden toilet is sitting upside down!"

Bai Wei rubbed his palms, his bones cracked twice, he put his middle and index fingers together, and a simple weapon was drawn out of nothingness, slipped from his spacious sleeves, and slowly fell into his palm.

This is a sword, not a samurai sword or a katana, but a Han Dynasty ring sword.

The shape is simple, similar to a sword, with a long straight blade and a single edge.

Han knife, ring head knife, an unknown weapon.

An ordinary knife and an ordinary person complement each other perfectly.

Bai Wei also really doesn't like the exaggerated and clamorous style of the so-called rogue.

He carried the knife in such an ordinary way, stepped into the shadows, and walked against the light.

……

"How many of you!"

"What did I say, you are not allowed to run around, and you elementary school students go out for spring outings, and you don't even know the basic rules?"

"Want to go to the toilet? Can't you just stop for a while? Can't you just take a plug and tie it up with a rope!"

Xue Hanlei reprimanded a few international students who sneaked out of the team.

After a scolding, Xue Hanlei heaved a sigh of relief: "However, as long as it's okay, if something goes wrong... okay, let's go, go to the rendezvous first, Wu Xin, you are in charge of leading the team, I'm worried there will be more ...Huh? What's the matter with you?"

Yun Wuxin frowned and stared at Jiang Mu.

Little classmate Jiang Mu was stared at by the fairy family, tensed all over, trembling, and said weakly: "I, I, I have no money, wait for me to go back and get some annual offerings..."

Yun Wuxin was silent for a while, then said slowly, "You have a strange smell on your body."

Chapter 37 Your purity is not enough!

"It's the final stage."

"Soon, soon..."

"This land of evil will be cleansed by the wrath of God."

In the warehouse of Far Eastern University covered in shadows, the only tiny ray of sunlight that can be seen shines on the atrium.

Professor Heihe stared frantically at the writhing black thing in the pool.

It's like a pool of mud, but it does have life.

The ritual is called the Summoning of the Demon God.

But it is doomed to fail because of the lack of sacrifices.

However, even a failed ritual can be used, even if only a small part of the evil god's will is passed, leaving a small part of the fragments in the real world is enough to bring about destruction.

The believers of the evil god stared frantically at the fragments of the evil god that were becoming more and more active.

Only a sudden strange sound interrupted his gaze.

"Someone is here, go...kill him." Professor Heihe said to the woman dressed as a cleaner.

"Yes." The evil god believer smiled, and took out a sharp boning knife from the bag beside him.

Turned around and rushed out of the warehouse area.

Soon the sound of metal clashing sounded like some noisy jazz.

It lasted less than ten seconds, and immediately died down.

The character who was singing on stage was still warming up his voice, but suddenly his singing was cut off and the microphone was unplugged.

Babbling... The sharp metal rubbed against the ground, making a crackling sound, from far to near.

At the door of the warehouse, there were two polite knocks on the door.

The young man walked in with the Han knife in his hand, half of the knife was stained with blood, he threw the boning knife over, and the weapon slipped to Heihe's feet.

"I'm bothering you..."

"Now...do we go through the process, or do it directly?"

Bai Wei looked at the mastermind behind the scenes and asked politely.

【Heihe Xun】

【Associate Professor of Jurisprudence, Far East University】

【Senior Missionary of the Evangelical Church】

【Blessed of the Evil God】

【Comprehensive Level: 27】

【HP: 73%】

[Alienation value: 65%]

[Friendship Tips: Highly dangerous, but in a weak state...]

He is bleeding himself, which is the direct cause of his weakness. The evil gods like the sacrifices of the material world, flesh and blood sacrifices, so believers are both subjects and food, and it is not uncommon to perform summoning rituals by sacrificing themselves.

"You are not from Yingzhou." Professor Heihe said in a low voice.

"I'm from the Ming Dynasty."

"Let's go then, this matter has nothing to do with you." The missionary's gaze fell back to the fragment of the evil god.

"Oh, okay, excuse me." Bai Wei turned around and exited the warehouse.

Three seconds later, he came in again: "Do you think I would just nod in agreement and say goodbye to Sanlian?"

"If you don't leave, you will die here." Professor Heihe said expressionlessly, "My target of revenge is limited to Yingzhou, and has nothing to do with you. Why would you risk your life for those people? It's not worth it..."

"Huh?" Bai Wei crossed his arms, glanced at his declining life bar, and the summoning ceremony that had increased by more than 50.00%, and said in a leisurely way: "It seems that you have a lot of stories to tell...then go first Tell me about the process, why do you hate Yingzhou so much?"

Try talking first, and wait for the other party to give a little more blood.

"Oh, there's nothing to say." Heihe said in a hoarse voice, "All I want is to take revenge on this corrupt country, a country where ordinary people can't breathe under the rich and nobles."

"As an associate professor at Far Eastern University, you are already considered a successful person, with half a foot in the upper class."

"Hahaha..." Heihe laughed hoarsely: "This kind of identity is just a title. I got it after decades of incognito, because of the wrath of God that descended today."

"Uh..." Bai Wei looked around, "You alone?"

"There were still many like-minded people. It's a pity that some of them died halfway, and I still carried out the execution myself." Heihe kept bleeding, his voice became weak and tired, but the fierce light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"You are from Yingzhou yourself, but you hate this place?"

"It is precisely because I am from Yingzhou that I hate this country's decadent system!" Heihe roared violently, "Damn the shogunate! Damn the samurai! Damn the hereditary aristocrats!"

He vented his emotions and said in a low tone: "I am the illegitimate son of a rich family in the local area. My father is the heir of a minister in the shogunate. He didn't want to inherit the family business, so he escaped and wandered to a small fishing village to marry his mother." I fell in love, and then I was born, but the good times didn't last long... That public minister still found him, and forced my father to kill me and my mother."

"The blood of a noble cannot be tarnished...that's what he said."

"My father refused to give in. He committed suicide and forced the other party to make concessions, allowing me and my mother to escape."

"This is temporary."

"After my mother and I returned to our hometown, the group of "Sword Heroes" raised by the shogunate followed closely. "

Speaking of this, Heihe laughed hoarsely and ironically, the laughter was sharp, it sounded like crying.

"Two people, slaughtered the entire fishing village, 170 people of three... just to make them shut up forever."

"I crawled out of the pile of corpses."

"From that day on, I can dream of their dying cries every night, crying for me to avenge them!"

"Until now, I can hear them...they are right next to me, and they can't rest for a moment."

The middle-aged man's expression twisted, and he covered his ears like a madman.

"So, I want revenge."

"Destruction is what they deserve."