On the cold greystone floor, a tall figure turned his back to the old stairs, looking at the quaint church ahead, his face cold.

A slim figure walked from behind and said respectfully: "Mr. Blood Moon, Thes is dead."

"Diet? Who is the one who took action?" Xue Yue turned around, looking unconscious.

"Although I was not sure, I felt the breath of an immortal cultivator at the scene."

The graceful figure raised her head, and her facial features looked different from humans. It was covered with different colors of runes, and it was powerful without anger, making people feel awe.

She is Xu Yuan, the high priest under Xueyue.

"Wuchen?"

"Maybe not, the battle was very fierce. If Wu Chen, who was an apostle, took action, he would not have the power to fight back. A guy stayed at the scene to capture my illusion butterfly, and he also attacked the police. He should not be from Huangquan." Xuyuan continued to report.

"Can you be a cultivator?" Xue Yue frowned.

"Mr. Blood Moon, you know our inheritance. The immortal cultivators have destroyed our homeland. I will never admit their mistakes in their aura!" Xuyuan said seriously.

"Feel sorry……"

Unexpectedly, Xue Yue's face calmed down and she changed her mouth: "I just didn't expect that there would be a second cultivator."

"The first one will be the second one in the last era. Their greed is like an abyss that cannot see the end, and will never be satisfied. It is right that you don't cooperate with them."

"What they mean is, do you think this person is related to Wuchen?" Xue Yue frowned.

No matter what, Wuchen did not have any stance to harm him.

Xu Yuan did not continue to explain, but asked, "In the eyes of the adults, what kind of person is that immortal cultivator named Wuchen?"

"Cunning, eager for quick success or instant benefits?"

"According to your last description, he is a new apostle, but his strength does not match his status. If you want to improve your strength quickly, you need to make meritorious contributions. It is difficult to find a high-quality soul. In order to improve efficiency, he certainly wants to get a share of the pie, otherwise why would he come here without permission?"

"Um……"

Blood Moon fell into deep thought.

Xu Yuan's words make some sense. Wuchen annoyed the witch at the last meeting. If he hadn't been in a hurry to die, he wouldn't have come here.

But when it comes to seeking death, thinking of his performance of spreading his wings on the edge of death many times, Xue Yue was a little uncertain.

Could this dude really think that he lives too long?

"A cultivator with a bad butt!"

Xue Yue cursed inwardly, threw Wuchen behind her head, and asked again: "How have the selected people been trained?"

"Everything goes according to the plan. However, the residents here are mostly middle-aged and elderly people, with more faith and insufficient intelligence. Their backward brains are difficult to carry such huge knowledge, so I think we can introduce some better talents."

"Aren't these people enough..."

Xue Yue looked at the square under the stairs, and the villagers in plain clothes were kneeling in front of a tall stone tablet with deep eyes.

Below the stone tablet is a trapezoidal base with dense texts burned on the edge. Above the base is a mysterious metal with a double helix structure, and the outside of the metal is covered with obscure patterns. It is these patterns that fascinate the villagers below and are unwilling to look away for a moment.

Not sure what happened, one of the villagers suddenly hugged his head and started to wail in pain.

"Ah!!! I understand! I understand!"

His voice gradually became exhausted, and his eyes were covered in blood.

With this excitement, he ran to the town like crazy. But while he was running, his arms suddenly twisted like twists, and the flesh and blood on his back burst without warning, and two arthropods grew.

This crazy villager is transforming into another creature!

Looking at his departure back from afar, Xue Yue frowned and sighed: "In the original calculation, the level of brain development of twenty college students is enough."

"Times have changed, sir."

Xuyuan said seriously: "Now college students are no longer valuable. Besides, this place is a township, and education is already behind. Many students rely on quotas to increase their quotas and are not willing to seek knowledge. With this kind of infusion of knowledge, it is normal to go crazy."

"We have been operating here for a long time, and finally separated from the outside world. If we are hijacked outside, I am afraid that we will leave our tails behind."

"No need to kidnap people, just let them come by themselves."

"Come here by yourself?" Xue Yue was puzzled.

Xu Yuan smiled mysteriously and said, "Knowledge and wealth can always make people crazy, right?"

Xue Yue remained silent and turned her back.

In the vast sky, a corner of the moon is as bright as his name!

"Then, go and do it. You don't need to worry about Wuchen's affairs. If he really finds out here, I will settle him with my own hands!"

...

When Cheng Hai returned to his study again, it was already dark.

The study was protected by two major formations, but excessive mana fluctuations may cause the surveillance demons to notice. However, it seems that Lin Miaozhen's "little gift" has filled this shortcoming.

Cheng Hai took two pieces of bread in the kitchen, then returned to the bedroom, and took out his notebook.

A good memory is worse than a bad pen.

Since he was targeted by a thin ghost, he has developed the habit of recording details.

The demon, the apostle, and another Wuchen, who is classified. These three forces each have threats, but they are not related to each other. These clues are fragmented, which really makes Cheng Hai feel troubled.

Who is the entry point?

Who is the priority to solve?

How to manage time?

These are all debatable.

Just as Cheng Hai was thinking carefully, there was a knock on the door behind him.

"It's time to eat."

The door was not closed, Ji Youzhu walked in.

"I'll eat bread." Cheng Haitou didn't raise his head.

"oh."

Ji Youzhu turned around and wanted to leave, but then hesitated and turned around and said, "I just smelled blood in the yard. Are you injured?"

"Forehead……"

Cheng Hai looked down at his arm and was stunned for a moment.

Thinking that the God Descent Tomorrow will end anyway, and if he doesn't want to leave traces in the hospital, the injury on his hand is simply bandaged with his clothes. Now, after reminding him, he feels a little painful.

"Does my God-sentee object really exist?"

Considering this issue, Cheng Hai decided to bandage himself.

If this level of identity really exists, and when you go back later, the other party finds that his hands are rotten, that would be so embarrassing.

He took off his extra coat and only the last piece of long sleeves remained. Cheng Hai rolled up his sleeves, and the wound on the top was five centimeters long.

"What are you doing..." Ji Youzhu muttered to herself.

He went into the kitchen to get some alcohol. Cheng Hai used clean water to clean the dirt of the wound. When he was about to disinfect the wound, he suddenly stopped for a moment and took the alcohol to the living room.

"Yiyi, today I will teach you something new."

"What?"

“Treat fresh wounds.”

Ji Youzhu: "..."
Chapter completed!