After becoming a disciple of the Pope

The dark magician maintained a stiff posture, unable to move or perform divine spells, his mental power was like a pool of frozen stagnant water, unable to mobilize at all.He had never realized that the time of ten breaths was so long. When the sword light slashed mercilessly, he seemed to have clearly smelled the rotten smell of death.

The cold blade finally touched the fragile throat, and there was a smell of fishy sweetness in the air, and a bean-sized drop of sweat slid down his tense cheeks. I feel that death is probably not far away.

Just after a fierce battle, Ye Shaoqing wiped off the blood and sweat from his forehead, his violent heartbeat and breathing had not yet calmed down, the white priest robe was stained with the blood of the enemy, and Xiaoji lay weakly on his shoulders, equally unbearable minor injury.

I didn't expect that the dark god technique I just learned from Yezheng would come in handy so quickly. The objects to be used changed from stones to living people. The blood splattered and the stumps of arms and limbs could be seen under the night vision technique. The visual effects are too scary and bloody.

This was the first time he faced such a dangerous and desperate situation. The confined space was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. The will to survive forced his brain to remain calm, and he used almost cold emotions to force his thinking to run at a high speed, constantly issuing divine instructions.

Now that the crisis is temporarily lifted, the tense nerves are slightly relaxed, and the turbulent fatigue and dizziness of exhaustion of mental power suddenly hit like a tide. Ye Shaoqing squeezed the center of the eyebrows, compared to the pain of the sea of ​​consciousness being emptied, the pain of the wound A piece of cake.

Xiaoji hugged his master's neck and licked the scar on his side face, whining softly.

If it wasn't for a frighteningly powerful swordsman by his side, he and Xiaoji alone might not be able to escape unscathed. I heard that a moon-level priest can recruit four retinues, and now it seems necessary.

Looking coldly at the dark magician with dark eyes, Ye Shaoqing's hoarse voice floated in the quiet night: "Who are you? Who sent you here?"

The dark magician looked at the sword on his neck, and the pale and indifferent face of the man holding the sword. He always felt that the man was going to fall in the next moment, but the motionless sword reminded him that all the luck Psychology is an illusion.

He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "I belong to the Tribunal of the Holy See, you can't kill me, otherwise, you will face even more cruel pursuit by the Tribunal! A ray of hope!"

Ye Shaoqing frowned, and said with a sneer, "Could it be that you were chasing me gently just now?"

Sure enough, it has something to do with Yezheng... Could it be that the dead vixen is really a wanted criminal because of his words?

The man was at a loss for words, hesitating whether to reveal some more to save his life——

"Hmm—" With a muffled snort, the shadow artist's face suddenly twisted and twitched, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, black blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and he was about to die.

Ye Shaoqing's heart sank suddenly, and he forcibly performed the healing technique regardless of the emptiness in the sea of ​​consciousness. After all, he was one step too late, and watched the other party limp on the ground, dying of breath.

"He's dead." The man with the sword calmly concluded.

Ye Shaoqing couldn't help sighing, and more doubts appeared in his heart. He glanced at the man and asked, "Do you know him?"

"No." The man said sharply, "They are here to kill you."

"How do you know? Maybe I was just troubled by you." Ye Shaoqing had already guessed in his heart, but he still did not give up.

The man took it for granted: "I'm poor."

Ye Shaoqing: "..." So your logic is this?

The man looked at him and said, "You don't look well."

Ye Shaoqing twitched the corner of her mouth: "You look worse than me."

The man said coldly, "It's not my blood."

Ye Shaoqing ignored him and squatted down to inspect the dead body of the unlucky ghost who had been silenced. He must have been poisoned, but he didn't know whether it was the poison he had taken beforehand or some kind of evil spell just now, but judging from the situation just now, He prefers the latter.

There may be a pair of hidden deeper eyes nearby, with the titmouse behind.

While thinking, Ye Shaoqing noticed that the man was walking slowly into the pile of corpses, searching for something. A terrible thought came to Ye Shaoqing. Goosebumps all over Ye Shaoqing, and he frowned and asked, "Hey, what are you looking for?"

The man didn't look back: "Food."

"..." Ye Shaoqing was stunned for a moment before realizing that what he was talking about should be a storage bag, but this scene is indeed a bit scary.

The dark magician had nothing on him except a badge, and his body was exhausted to the limit, so Ye Shaoqing straightened up, intending to ask Huai Ling to handle the matter.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The man, who had searched for a long time and still found nothing, threw away a severed hand in disappointment. Hearing his question, he uttered two words slowly: "Zhan Qiu."

Ye Shaoqing nodded: "Come with me if you are hungry."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he took Xiaoji and walked towards the church hall. As expected, another series of heavy and sonorous footsteps sounded not far behind...

With the departure of the two, the cold and silent night returned to calm again, leaving only the unmistakable smell of blood floating in the air, lingering.

A black shadow stood on the tree and looked at the direction they were leaving from, and ordered to the sound transmission conch in his hand: "Listen, the target has lost its whereabouts, and it is likely to be on the way to the imperial capital. It is too late to stay here." It's meaningless, don't follow those Central Holy See Knights anymore, they are just bait and abandonment used to divert attention."

His voice was as low as a whisper, and after a while, like the fading light of a sound transmission conch, it disappeared invisible in the night wind.

The priests and guard knights on duty at the gate of the Heichuan Church saw the two people who were almost covered in blood, and they were so frightened that they almost sounded the alarm. Fortunately, Ye Shaoqing was a popular person next to the bishop, and the guards from the Eastern District recognized him and immediately Send someone to notify Huai Ling, rush to the attack site to investigate, and personally send him back to the bedroom to heal his wounds.

Zhan Qiu followed behind him silently all the way, his eagle-like eyes fixed on him, his ragged clothes were soaked in dark red blood, and his whole body exuded a cold aura that should not be entered by strangers, making his already cold face even more terrifying .

After the priest treated the injuries for the two of them, Huai Ling and Chang Ying rushed over.

A scar on Ye Shaoqing's cheek was clearly visible, and his appearance was disfigured. Naturally, the eldest lady's daily taunts were indispensable.

Suddenly discovering that Ye Shaoqing had brought back a strange man, Chang Ying stared blankly for a long while, then blushed and looked away from the other man's face. The latter was engrossed in eating noodles, completely oblivious to her existence.After finishing the tenth bowl, he felt a little more relaxed, stroked his fat-free belly, and continued drinking coconut juice.

Changying: "..." Oh, the gluttony looks so handsome.

"Are you okay? Who are those people? Do you have any idea?" After hearing the report from his subordinates, Huai Ling had cleaned up the body of the pursuer and the filth all over the ground. In half a month, such a nasty major incident occurred near the church hall. If it spreads out, the report at the end of the year will be forgotten, so just stay here and wait for the transfer of appointments in remote areas.

If it wasn't for Ye Shaoqing's denial, Huai Ling would almost think that Archbishop Zhao Hua deliberately sent someone to retaliate against him.

Ye Shaoqing handed him the badge and said, "I only found this. The other party claims to be from the adjudication court."

Carefully rubbing the cold metal badge with his fingers, Huai Ling carefully felt the spiritual force attached to it, and nodded with certainty: "It is indeed from the Tribunal. Strange, why did those guys follow you?"

Huai Ling couldn't figure it out, didn't Ye Shaoqing have a master with a strong background, how could he be hunted down by the adjudication court?

Ye Shaoqing thought for a while and said, "They may be trying to trick my spirit beast."

"That fox?" Huai Ling suddenly realized that the fox was really extraordinary, "Yes, isn't your little fox very powerful? How could it cause you such a serious injury?"

Ye Shaoqing smiled wryly: "It's missing. I went out at night just to find it."

Huai Ling asked strangely: "The spirit beast will still disappear? The master should be able to track the location of the spirit beast through spiritual induction."

Ye Shaoqing shook his head and said, "I only know that it is heading towards the imperial capital."

Huai Ling was even more puzzled, how could there be a spirit beast that abandoned its master and ran away alone?Or is it that the more powerful the beast, the more serious its eccentricity?

Did you leave in a hurry just to lure them away because you knew that the pursuers would come to you?

The initial anger faded, and Ye Shaoqing was overwhelmed with worry and longing. His lowered eyes were covered with a haze of melancholy, and he fell into long-term meditation.

It has been like this since I knew it. It always decides everything on its own. It is authoritarian and domineering. It cannot tolerate doubts and opposition. It looks down on all living beings like an indifferent god. It only does what it thinks is right and completely ignores other people's opinions. It's not cute at all!

Ye Shaoqing sneered in her heart with a sullen face.

...well, except for the tail hair which is kinda cute.

He grabbed Xiaoji in his hand and rubbed it absentmindedly. He didn't know if the dead vixen was safe now, and if he was hungry with such a picky mouth. Fortunately, his skin is thick, so he shouldn't be cold...

He glanced at the gray sky outside the window, it turned out that it was almost dawn, and his body was obviously exhausted, but he didn't feel sleepy.

- Really annoying.

"About this matter, I will continue to send people to investigate." Huai Ling patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "That white fox is very powerful, so self-protection should not be a problem, so you don't have to worry too much. As for the next step, are you going to find it?"

Ye Shaoqing smiled coldly: "I don't know how many star coins the fox fur scarf sells in the imperial capital?"

The author has something to say: Fox: Who dares to buy it? [squint eyes