Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

Chapter 112 Chapter 109

Before Weiwei could guide the holy energy to disperse the undead creatures, several sounds of piercing through the air came one after another.

The hound zombies from the lower realm that were rushing in mid-air were blasted by the roaring arrows, but none of them could reach Weiwei.

Viscous blood rain mixed with visceral pulp fell in the midair of the warehouse. A security officer with poor psychological endurance couldn't stand it, and even lifted his mask to vomit. When Weiwei saw it, it was too late to stop it.

And when he lifted the mask, he immediately realized his stupidity.

The horrible, unfiltered stench poured into his nostrils crazily, and almost instantly made him lose his strength and lay on the ground vomiting continuously. The painful appearance even made people suspect that he wanted to vomit his stomach out.

The urge to vomit is very easy to arouse empathy, and the faces of several sheriffs present also turned livid, resisting the urge to vomit.

Shanela saw them throwing up, and the expression on her face was very depressed. This level did not exceed her physical limit, but this smell was a complete psychological torture for her. Shanela bent her bow and set her arrows, Thinking about killing all the zombies in the warehouse as soon as possible.

What made her feel a little strange was that, except for a few zombies that moved and wanted to run out of here just now, the rest of the zombies were still standing in three circles, motionless.

However, curiosity did not prevent her from killing this group of things.

……

It was almost no time for the sheriffs to take action, and the motionless zombies had already been cleaned up by Shanela alone.

The body strength of those standing still zombies was obviously very high, and all of them were left with whole bodies after Shanela's shooting.

Then the elf girl frowned and chanted and cast a spell, and everyone watched the corpses being dragged by invisible objects one by one and gathered together.

Seeing this scene, Sheldora couldn't help but said: "It's too wasteful to use the third-ring spell slot just to drag the corpse?"

Hearing this, Shanela raised her beautiful brows.

I have mastered the technique of base mantra compression. The mantra I chanted at high speed is already a coherent ballad composed of meaningless syllables. How can this guy recognize it?

Thinking of this, her tone became very unconvinced: "Why do you think this is a three-ring spell? Then tell me, what kind of spell is this?"

The elf girl's inquiry made Sheldora flinch a little. In fact, she just said it subconsciously because she felt that it was too much of a waste of spell slots, and she didn't want to attract unnecessary attention.

"Heh, third-rate mages, don't make wild guesses. You don't know what to ask."

The contempt in the other party's eyes aroused Sheldora's anger, the teeth under the female mage's mask lightly clenched her lips, and directly pointed out the other party's spell: "Three-ring evocation, the hand of the giant Kirian mage."

The pupils of the elf girl shrank slightly. She didn't expect that the other party could really guess it, and continued to argue: "Why do you think it's not a spell of the conjuration system, Feng Anluosi's control spell? You know, neither of these two spells is needed. Casting materials..."

"It's your base spell that has been exposed... You have at least five key syllables that have exposed the spell you want to cast..." Sheldora interrupted weakly. She hates people questioning her profession the most. In terms of overall strength, it is clear that Shanela is stronger.

But in terms of mage attainments, Shanela is a third-rate mage.

For Sheldora, the opponent's basic spell has not been compressed to the level of ciphertext. If you fight a spell battle, it is easy to be predicted by an experienced mage and form an effective suppression.

You don't even need a prophecy spell to see what spell Shanela is going to use next.

Immediately afterwards, Sheldora mercilessly pointed out which syllables in the compressed original text exposed Shanela's spells, which was undoubtedly a serious mockery for a real mage.

In fact, there are fourteen syllables that allow Sheldora to make a judgment, and the manipulative movements after Shanela casts the spell also help the female mage to make further judgments.But Sheldora didn't want to tell the other party everything.

This kind of professional analysis made Shanela stunned for a while, and she didn't even realize that she had been ridiculed.

After all, her magic knowledge is all self-study, and she has not collected many magic knowledge books. So far, her spirit has only touched the outer layer of the magic net, and she can only cast three-ring magic at most.

The elf girl covered her nose and opened her mouth slightly with disbelief on her face. She stared at the other party and said, "This... my basic spells are all compressed in ancient elf language. Do you still understand ancient elf language?"

Sheldora nodded and admitted the fact: "I just know a thing or two."

What language is actually used to compress is not important, what is important is whether the basic logic of the basic mantra can be concealed.

The way the elf girl looked at the female mage changed.

"Hmm...well, Miss Sheldora, why don't you go on and talk about it in detail?"

The female mage cringed a little, regretting her rash words before: "...No, no, it's all over..."

This long ear is obviously hostile to him, and Sheldora is not interested in doing acts of supporting the enemy.

So the elf girl who was vaguely targeting Sheldora before began to pester the female mage with shameless questions, even temporarily ignoring the stench around her.

Weiwei, on the other hand, looked at the gathered Nether hounds and called Captain Tucker to come over.

Regardless of the shape and appearance of the Netherhound zombies, after becoming Netherhounds, their bodies quickly shriveled and became skinny, and the red skin stretched tightly on the bones. It is hard to imagine that they were still alive not long ago.

Tucker came over and asked Vivi: "Do you want us to be cremated as usual?"

Weiwei shook her head: "Don't worry, can you help find a gang member to come over, I hope he can identify the coolies who first turned into red-skinned zombies."

"Okay, I'll do it right now."

Tucker turned and left, and took the sheriff out who was vomiting non-stop.

After a while, Tucker walked in with a masked gang member. He silently looked at the zombies from a distance, and then identified a naked zombie.

The sheriffs endured the nausea and dragged the zombie out. The skin of the zombie was cold and felt like rubber. The sheriffs who participated in the dragging asked to wash their hands as soon as possible.

This zombie was probably an old man who had worked hard all his life. His ferocious red face was covered with wrinkles, and black viscous liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth and deeply sunken eye sockets. It looked a bit like oil from his previous life.

Weiwei murmured an offense, and then carefully inspected the zombie's body.

The magistrates looked at each other, isn't this little pastor disgusting?

To be honest, they only thought of setting the fire on fire and then calling it a day, so they could only stay here for now.

Tucker saw Weiwei's intention: "Are you trying to find out why this coolie suddenly turned into a zombie?"

"En." Weiwei nodded slightly, but her identification ability is really average, and Klein has not yet started to get involved in this aspect, and it may take a while to find it.

"I'll help you." After saying that, Captain Tucker squatted beside him, and looked around without hesitation.

Old scars on Coolie Zombie's body are soon discovered.

"Hmm... There are obvious subcutaneous hemorrhages all over the body, which should be the result of becoming a red-skinned zombie. There are contusions on the soles of the feet that have healed for a long time, which should be caused by long-term labor..."

The old scars that Tucker found were all except Shanella's arrow hits, all of which reflected the hardships of the coolies during their lifetime. Most of them were formed by labor, and there were still whip marks in a few places.

"Amazing."

Tucker refreshed Vivi's perception that sheriffs are bastards.

Turning her attention back to the coolie's corpse, Weiwei thought at first that the coolie survived after being attacked by other nether hounds, but in the end she died from the germs carried by the nether hound's claws and teeth.

This germ can cause people to suffer from ghoul fever or demon fever. The former turns people into zombies after death, and the latter causes the skin to gradually fester and finally turn into a skinless devil and die miserably.

If it wasn't trauma, could it be that he accidentally ate something?

Weiwei looked at the gang members standing far away, and asked about the daily diet and activities of these coolies.

"Um...we bought this batch of slaves from Heishui Port last week, and sold a lot of them in the past few days, and the remaining dozen or so are ready to be sold at a low price, so each person only has one piece of bread per day, and water every night. Take a bucket out of the well in the station and give them to drink."

"Who has eaten the bread? Who has drunk the water in the station?" Weiwei looked up at the gang member through the mask, wanting to see if there was any abnormality in his exposed skin.

"This kind of bread is made by our gang members. No one eats it except the slaves. Only our gang and these slaves drink the water in the resident."

"Then are there any people in your gang who have been getting red spots on their bodies recently, and their skin has even started to fester? Or is there anyone who has gradually become weird, doesn't like the sun, hates places with many people, and likes to lock himself in dark places ?" Weiwei described the characteristics of demon fever and ghoul fever respectively.

The gang member thought for a while, and a name popped up in his mind, he nodded: "The former is not, but the latter is, playboy Mond, I think he has lost his love or something, anyway, he hasn't joined the gang for a long time active."

"Well, do you know where he lives?"

"On the second floor of Gate 56, Fruit Knife Lane, Xiaolangzi Street, Ms. Priest, do you think he did this?" The gangsters have always been very cooperative, but when it comes to his companions, even if he dare not cover up, he can't help it at this moment To defend him, "That guy is indeed not a good guy, but he definitely doesn't have the courage and ability to create such things as undead creatures."

Weiwei shook her head: "You misunderstood, I'm not suspicious of him, I just think he might be infected with ghoul fever, don't worry, I'm going to save him now, if he's still alive."

Weiwei now has reason to suspect that someone is quietly spreading the diseases carried by the Netherhounds in the water and food, and the mastermind behind the scenes may even be the Netherhounds.

Hope the other party is ok.

Chapter 113 Chapter 110 Mond's Landlord

After Weiwei used the holy fire technique to dispose of the corpse, the Public Security Department was ready to go back. Before leaving, Weiwei asked them to go to the temple to report the suspected spread of ghoul fever.

Following the gang members to the home of the so-called Playboy Mond, Vivi was surprised to find that Shanela was actually circling around Sheldora along the way.

The elf girl like a jelly candy showed her passionate side, and the female mage couldn't resist the other party's rhetoric, so she and Shanela soon called each other sisters.

Arriving in front of No. 56 Fruit Knife Lane, the environment here seems a bit quiet, and there are no gangsters gathered around the alley that can be seen everywhere in Xiaolangzi Street.

The gang member who led the way stood still in front of the door, and then knocked rhythmically on the wooden door: "Mond? Is Mond there? I'm Joe. I haven't seen you for a while. Everyone misses you very much."

After knocking on the door for a while, the door opened a small crack, and an old woman's face could be seen through the dim light in the alley.

As soon as the old woman saw the gang members, she became very angry, and she was about to close the door in a hurry:

"It's you bad boys again, listen to me, Mond is already a serious person, and he won't be fooling around with you all day, go away!"

The gang members quickly blocked the crack of the door with their hands: "Don't close the door in a hurry, Mrs. Sherkins, you really misunderstood. It was not our knife who helped find Mond, but the priest of the Dawn Temple looking for him."

"Priest?" The voice of the old woman Xue Jinsi hesitated.

Weiwei said at the right time: "Good afternoon, beautiful lady, I hope we didn't disturb your rest, it's like this, we heard that Mr. Mond has been ill recently and may have some kind of infectious disease, so we came here specially for him and his family to help."

"You speak so beautifully. I believe you are a priest. A well-educated priest speaks differently from the untouchables in the slums." The door opened, and a man with a stooped figure was so short that he was even about the height of Vivi The old lady appeared in front of everyone. She was wearing old but very clean clothes and a bright red scarf. Her ruddy face and slightly bloated figure showed that she did not live in poverty in her later years.

"However, Mond went out to work two days ago, and I don't know when he will come back."

"Well, let's diagnose it for you first."

"Hehehe, please come in, lovely clergyman, this is the first time I know that there are such lovely people in the Temple of Dawn, oh, please forgive me, I am not saying bad things about your temple, but those priests are too handsome Tall, not like you, and such a small one like a cute goblin." Mrs. Seckins opened the door for them, then turned and walked into the house.

The word goblin made Shanela briefly excited, and she couldn't help but pay more attention to the old lady.

Suddenly Shanela's pupils shrank suddenly. This old woman had a feeling of disgust, which was different from the faint smell of blood on Sheldora's body. Shanela still didn't know the meaning of the disgust. reason.

She looked at Mrs. Xue Jinsi's back indifferently, before Weiwei walked in front.

Gang members claimed other things and left quickly.

Walking into door 59, after hearing the old lady's self-introduction, everyone knew that the old woman was Mond's landlord. Apart from Mond, there were more than ten tenants sharing the house.

The house has two floors. Weiwei wandered a few steps on the first floor and realized that the old man still had some spare money. Although the whole house was not well lit and looked a bit dark, the overall layout of the house was very warm.

The living room is very spacious, with a wooden staircase leading upstairs, the fireplace in the living room is burning, and there is a kettle on a small stove, and there is a special herbal smell coming from the sound of gurgling.

"I have no children. Living alone in such a big house, I was afraid at night, so I simply rented out all the rooms, and I lived in the concierge myself." Arranged the three girls to sit on the small chairs in the living room , the old lady enthusiastically served tea and water for them, and also brought her own snacks.

It was a pile of muffins, neither in color nor in smell compared to the luxury desserts that Vivi often bought at Lucy's Fairy Oath.

"Come on, let's taste it. This is the afternoon tea I make for my tenants. They will spend two silver coins every day to make a little face for me. Of course, for the noble clergy, these are completely free of charge." .” The old lady seemed to be quite confident in her craftsmanship, and kept inviting Weiwei and others to have a bite.

Weiwei, who didn't want to make the old man sad, just wanted to pick it up and taste it, but Shanela held Weiwei's hand, and then pulled Weiwei into her arms.

Weiwei raised her head incomprehensibly and asked, "Sister Shanela, what are you doing?"

The elf girl shook her head, "I don't know, maybe I think those muffins are unpalatable."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Xue Jinsi's face was filled with displeasure.

"Why do you say it's unpalatable if you didn't even eat it? How do you, an elf, talk? When there were elves in Anda City before, they didn't talk like you and were not flattering."

Wei Wei agrees with this, Shanela often behaves very differently from her own race.

Shanella stared straight at Xue Jins when she heard the words, Mrs. Xue Jins flinched, trembling uncontrollably, looking a little frightened, "You, why are you staring at me, an old man? Do you want to beat me?"

Weiwei hurriedly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, old man, the elves are not so stingy, they won't take it to heart at all."

Even if it's an attack on your chest, they'll just pat your head at most.

Mrs. Sherkins stopped urging everyone to eat dessert, but Sheldora took a bite dully, disgusted by the cloyingly sweet taste, and almost spit out the tea after taking a sip.

Ugh...so hard to drink...

Compared with the craftsmanship of invisible servants, it is a world of difference.

"Okay ma'am, can you roll up your sleeves so I can check?"

The old woman took off her sleeves obediently, and slowly rolled up her sleeves to reveal her chubby arms.

"Ma'am is really well maintained, her skin is rosy, and she looks very healthy."

There is no woman who doesn't like to be praised. Mrs. Xue Jinsi's face is full of smiles: "Your little mouth is so sweet, can I have the honor to know your name? I want to pray for you every day in the future..."

"Ma'am, just call me Weiwei."

"What a lovely name, worthy of your lovely face."