The baby's corpse was placed together with the dead mice and toads, cut into large balls of flesh and blood, grated and served in a black tray, raised by Asha above her head and held it to the witch god messenger with both hands.

The messenger of the Witch God took out a tube of ointment-shaped thing from his arms, squeezed out green viscous substances and dripped them into the tray, and stirred slowly with his hands.

The air was filled with a rotten smell of blood, and Feng Zhaoyuan almost vomited.

"After the witch medicine is being prepared, you come and receive the reward from the witch god."

The witch god messenger strangely pulled out a tooth from his mouth, pinched it into fine powder with his hands, and sprinkled it on the tray one by one.

The wizards burst out with cheers, and walked to the witch god messenger in order, grabbed a handful of so-called witch medicine, and carefully hid it in their arms. Feng Zhaoyuan complained, followed behind someone, gritted his teeth, held his breath, and grabbed a ball from the tray.

The bloody and sticky thing in your hand is really disgusting.

The witch god messenger nodded with satisfaction and opened his arms. Everyone danced and made a terrifying cry. The words were strange and the sound was shrill and sharp. It seemed that countless terrifying monsters had penetrated into the quiet valley, and crazy roars came one after another.

After a long time, the screams gradually stopped. Feng Zhaoyuan was creepy, as if he had come to a ghost world completely separated from the real society. No wonder witchcraft, which is also a branch of secret art, was strictly prohibited in the 18th century in Europe. Just looking at the gatherings of these wizards around him, you can know the reason.

"The ceremony is over, let us welcome a friend who has traveled from Japan."

The messenger of the Witch God clapped his palms, and the ground suddenly cracked. A man in a tight black leather jacket suddenly emerged, covering his black cloth, only revealing a pair of glittering eyes, looking quite like the legendary ninja.

The Witch God Messenger looked around everyone and said, "Everyone did a good job last night. The Witch God is very satisfied. The body is enough. In order not to attract the attention of the police, we will temporarily stop all secret meetings starting tomorrow and wait for the Witch God's orders."

Feng Zhaohara was secretly shocked. Last night's action, the corpse? From this, it seems that most of the missing bodies in the Virgin Hospital were done by these wizards.

But who is that so-called witch god?

"But tonight, you will assist this Japanese friend in completing a mission, which is also the order issued by the supreme witch god."

The messenger of the Witch God said in a serene way, a transparent crystal ball floated out of his cuffs and quietly hanged in the air.

There was silence around, and a woman slowly appeared from the crystal ball, clearly presenting her to everyone.

"You must follow your Japanese friend and kill this woman."

Feng Zhaoyuan's mind buzzed, and his body shook violently. He stared blankly at the woman displayed in the crystal ball, and his heart was filled with storm.

The woman they were going to surround and kill was actually a barren son!

“Go off now.”

The messenger of the Witch God shouted shrillly, his long hair fluttering violently, and in the night sky, he filled the entire field of vision.

The eyes suddenly turned dark, and the next second, Feng Zhaoyuan had returned to the dark room. Except for the Witch God Messenger, the rest of the people were standing beside him.

An indescribable strange feeling came from his heart.

The Japanese ninja glanced coldly over everyone and said in broken Italian: "Please come with me, everyone."

Fengzhaoyuan followed the wizards out of the room and began to think about countermeasures in his heart. In any case, he could not let the noble and elegant bald son be killed by these wizards.

It was not until the room was empty that the witch god messenger slowly floated out of the dark wall, opened the door, walked through the corridor, and came to the confessional room of the church.

Behind the black curtain, Divanna stared at the statue of the Virgin on the wall with his hands folded and placed it on his chest.

"It's useless to ask her."

The Witch God Messenger turned into a fiery red crow, flapping his wings and flew to Divannah, with a mocking look in his turbid yellow eyes.

Divannah seemed not surprised, and his eyes showed anxious expectation: "Where is the goddess? Why didn't she come?"

The fire crow croaked and his voice was hoarse: "The master will receive some friends from Japan tonight, and there is no time to see you for the time being."

Divannah looked very disappointed, raised his head, looked at the loving face of the Virgin Mary, and silent for a long time, whispered a passage of Bible.

"Is there anything wrong with the master? The master is very busy, and I can tell you."

"Just want to see you again."

Divannah slowly stood up and walked out of the church. Her elderly back looked desolate and lonely under the swaying candlelight.

The car was carrying Divannah to disappear into the night. The evening breeze blew, and pieces of advanced cancer notices drifted out of the car window. The snow-white paper was like lost doves, scattered on the streets at midnight.

After turning a corner, Biko's teahouse is right in front of him.

A paper-made brown lantern hung from the door, shaking in the wind, flashing with a faint flame.

This stone road is even more secluded late at night. The tall and dense forests on both sides cast heavy shadows. There are no street lights and there is not even a figure around.

The group walked towards the teahouse like a ghost. Except for Feng Zhaoyuan, everyone else took off the mask on the way and had just put it on.

Feng Zhaoyuan followed the team at the end of the team, his heart pounding. He had never felt so nervous before, and he felt a little regretful. It would be great if he had brought the revolver.

It is less than a hundred meters away from Biko's teahouse.

Feng Zhaohara gritted his teeth, pulled out the steel wire from his watch, approached a wizard in front of him, and put the steel wire on his head and neck like a whirlwind, strangling and tugging it with all his strength.

The other party let out a light "hmm" and leaned back. Feng Zhaoyuan held him like lightning and slowly placed the body by the roadside.

The wizard in front of him was unaware of this and continued to walk towards the teahouse. Feng Zhaoyuan secretly sweated, caught up with the wizard who was closest to him, aimed at the back of his ear, and pressed his watch.

A poisonous needle shot out silently.

The other party didn't even have time to make a sound, and fell into Feng Zhaoyuan's arms, and a drop of black blood suddenly oozed out of his ears.

Turning the watch button, Feng Zhaoyuan followed the team like a ghost in the dark night, and fell down one more as usual.

This was his first time killing someone, but he was calm and precise. He killed three people in one breath without blinking his eyelids.

The barren teahouse is close to you, and it is pitch black inside, and the owner must still be immersed in his sleep.

The Japanese ninja turned around and made a gesture. The wizards dispersed one after another, surrounding the doors and windows of the teahouse. The Japanese ninja took out more than a dozen sharp small wooden stakes from their arms, inserted them into the ground one after another, and arranged them into a strange formation map.

"Even if the teahouse is in trouble, no one outside can find out!"

The Japanese ninja said proudly, grabbing dozens of cold-shining things from his close-fitting pouch, walked to the door, and made a move to pounce.

A colorful smoke suddenly spewed out, covering a radius of one meter in an instant. Feng Zhaoyuan covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, and turned the watch mechanism with his right hand to spray all the poisonous mist hidden inside.

"Pu" seven or eight wizards affected by poisons immediately fell to the ground. The other wizards were stunned for a moment, at a loss.

"Bare son! Someone is here to assassinate you!"

Feng Zhaoyuan shouted loudly, suddenly rushed into the arms of a wizard, knocked the other person's vagina hard on his left knee, and then punched him out with a punch. Then he turned around and rushed to another wizard, clamped his neck with his left elbow, and with a "click", the other person's neck drooped down like noodles.

"Battleson! Run! Run!"

Fengzhaohara continued to scream, and the wizards who had just reacted quickly surrounded him and formed secret handprints with their hands.

"Bageya Road!"

The Japanese ninja roared and kicked open the teahouse door. Dozens of cold lights shot out from his palms: "You eight come with me, and the rest will deal with him!"

Eight wizards rushed into the teahouse with Japanese ninjas. The remaining three people screamed. Three black mists shot towards Feng Zhaohara. In the air, a furry mouse rushed out of the black air, revealing its sharp fangs. A poisonous snake spitting red letters swam towards Feng Zhaohara's feet like lightning. In the air, a bat with blood-red eyes made a buzzing scream and suddenly pounced down.

Feng Zhaohara formed a secret surgical handprint of different assimilation, and gently hit the big tree behind her back, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The three wizards were slightly stunned, looked at each other for a few times, and searched around them.

Since the Japanese ninjas rushed into the teahouse with wizards, apart from the hustle and bustle that had just begun, the teahouse became silent.

Three wizards searched around the tree for several times and suddenly found that they had turned into four people.

Because they all wore the same masks, no one could tell which one was the enemy.

“The baby’s blood and heart make me feel delicious.”

One of the wizards screamed.

The other two wizards immediately repeated: "The baby's blood and heart make me feel delicious."

Only the last wizard was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, the other three wizards rushed up fiercely. Two of them had a fishy black mist burst out from the palms of their hands, and they suddenly covered each other.

"Jiji, Jiji."

The black mist dissipated, and a furry mouse appeared on the ground, shaking all over and grinning.

"What's going on? It seems like I'm my own!"

A wizard murmured to himself in confusion.

"Yes, I got it wrong."

A cold voice sounded behind the back, the wizard turned his head blankly, and a cold and hard fist became bigger, slamming his face like a hammer, and the cheekbones made a "creaking" burst, and the whole face exploded into blurred flesh and blood.

One punch is fatal!

The mouse screamed and fled quickly. Feng Zhaoyuan didn't even look at the two corpses on the ground, and rushed into the teahouse like a sharp arrow.

Just now, he appeared quietly from the tree, mingled among the three wizards, and then took the initiative to read out the wizard's evil order. The slowest reaction will naturally be mistaken for the enemy by the other two. When the two wizards attack, he first shot the only laser light in his watch through one person's throat, and then calmly dealt with the remaining one.

Within half a minute, Fengzhaohara easily solved three powerful enemies.

This battle was later used as a training textbook for the Tiandao Anti-Break Alliance and taught by Feng Zhaohara to the newly joined allies.

"Destroy the enemy, not just by strength."

Feng Zhaohara, who had entered the realm of secret power at that time, said this.
Chapter completed!