It is the same where to buy a house, and you need to sign a sales contract. Even if the Jill family's mansion is mortgaged to the casino, you still need to sign it when trading.

Miss Allen asked someone to call Jill. After nearly an hour, Jill came, and there was also a lawyer with him.

Jill is forty years old and is a tall white man. As soon as he saw him, his first impression was that this person was sick. Jill's face was very pale, with a little dark circle, and his face was unlucky, and he looked like a bad person at first glance.

Actually, if a person who can lose his ancestral home in his family is still strong, he will only be a ghost.

Zhang Yu was not interested in such a gambling person. Even if he was willing to help others, he would get the right person. Zhang Yu naturally would not take the initiative to help someone who became a prodigal person.

Jill and his lawyer have read the contract agreement. The contract is divided into two versions of Mandarin and English, and has been strictly translated and there will be no problems.

Next, Zhang Yu and Jier signed the signature. The most custodian and the auction house also needed to sign and confirm, and finally signed the signature of the four parties.

Zhang Yu also called Angelababy. There was no problem with funding. Wudang Group was not short of money, but this was the money allocated to Wudang Taoist Temple. There needs to be an argument. Even if Xiao Jiejie had no problem, as a shareholder, it was inevitable that the interests of the Jiang family would be involved. In addition, Wudang Group was also a listed company, so there should also be an argument.

Wudang Taoist Temple has a high revenue now, but it is just starting out. Building Taoist Temple overseas can be said to be a business expansion.

The transfer of funds requires legal support, so the Wudang Taoist Temple can only borrow money from Wudang Group and still need to be repaid. This debt is used as mortgage by Zhang Yu's house bought here.

It took several days to complete the procedures, but fortunately, Miss Allen is helping here, and the casino is not in a hurry. He can even help pay for Jill's 50 million.

I was busy until three o'clock in the afternoon and everything was done.

Following, Miss Allen and Jill accompanied Zhang Yu and his party to the manor. The manor is only more than 40 minutes away from the auction house, and it is definitely a section of the city center.

There are too few such houses in London, no wonder Miss Allen dares to say that she doesn't have to worry about her next home for 130 million.

Generally speaking, when you enter, you should feel relaxed and happy. But after Zhang Yu and his party entered, Zhang Yu did not feel this way, and felt a little depressed.

He couldn't tell where this feeling came from. However, Zhang Yinling, Zhang Qingfeng, Wang Jie and others were all amazed when they saw this large mansion.

"Wow! So big!" "London mansion." "Who said this yard is more expensive than the courtyard in Beijing?" "That's more important than the courtyard in Beijing?" "That's more important. Last time I heard that the most expensive courtyard in Beijing was auctioned for 1.1 billion yuan, and the master bought this, but it was 130 million pounds." "Don't say that, the pound has depreciated now."...

The apprentices all talked about it, and Brighton, Kaka, Zhao Hua and others also followed.

They all lived in England for a long time, and they couldn't help but feel dizzy when they saw this hukou courtyard.

"The manor in downtown London...My God..." "My Master is so rich..." "My Master can afford such a house..." "My Mom..."...

Jill glanced at Miss Allen and said, "The property rights of the house have been transferred to him. The drawings and keys of the house are all in the hands of the casino. All the valuable things in the house have been won by your casino. Even if it is delivered, I really don't have the mood to lead them to visit, so I will say goodbye first."

Miss Allen translated his words, and Zhang Yu could understand the other party's mood. If anyone lost like this, he would not be in the mood to take the buyer to appreciate the ancestral property he exported.

Zhang Yu nodded, spread his hands and said, "It's okay, as long as there are drawings, let's visit slowly."

With his words, Miss Alan said that Jill could leave. When the guy left, Miss Alan said again: "Zhang Yu, should you sign up with me first, or stay here to get familiar with the environment and go tomorrow."

"Go now, they will stay here first." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

Then, he stared at Zhang Qingfeng and asked him to stay here with his people. In the future, this place will be changed to Wudang Taoist Temple Villa, which is everyone's new home. If you need anything, you can go and buy it now.

When they heard this, the disciples were so happy. Even Zhang Yinling was very excited and was eager to visit Yinggeli's manor. They were in no mood to sign up with Zhang Yu to register for the Royal Resort Manor.

Brompton Church.

In a not-so-large temple, there is an image of the Holy Lord embedded in the walls.

Before the statue of the god, there was an oval long table, and in the middle was a golden chair. Sitting on this chair was a middle-aged man in a purple robe. The middle-aged man had a majestic face and a solemn expression, giving people a captivating momentum. Especially on his erect neck, a golden cross was hung.

At the beginning of the middle-aged man, eight people sat. Some of these eight people wore white robes and some were black robes. The chairs behind them were all made of silver, and silver crosses were hung around their necks.

The first person in the middle-aged man's left hand was the man in a black robe sitting, either, or Deacon Joseph.

Deacon Joseph is almost the second-person in the Brompton Church. From this we can see that the one sitting in the middle is naturally the archbishop here - Willmore.

"Roney is dead, even Bredva from Rome is dead... Deacon Joseph, you suggested that you let Bredva go to Lesha town that day..." Willmore's eyes swept at Deacon Joseph.

The destruction of the Catholic Church in Lesha Town has spread to London. Father Rooney's death is nothing in Willmore's eyes, but Bredva came from Rome and specially participated in the East-West astrological Feng Shui exchange meeting. Now he dies in Lesha Town, which makes Willmore explain to the Roman Catholic Church.

In fact, Joseph discussed this matter with Willmore, and Willmore agreed and also sought Bradva's opinions.

Now, I heard Willmore meant that I clearly don’t want to admit it.

Of course, Joseph knew that this was a shady blame. He quickly said, "Articine, although I proposed this matter, it was Lord Bredva who volunteered to do so. He obviously underestimated his opponent and lost his life. For the sake of the present, I think it is not to hold him accountable, but to avenge Lord Bredva as soon as possible and to give an explanation to the Roman Catholic Church."

"The Holy See already knows about this and calls me. The Holy See is very angry and ordered us to do two things. The first thing is to avenge Bradva, and the second thing is to win this East-West astrological Feng Shui Exchange Conference. For these two tasks, you can sign up for it yourself. Whoever takes the initiative to attend the East-West astrological Feng Shui Exchange Conference will avenge Bradva." Willmore seemed to have no intention of making things difficult for Joseph, and he gave a sloppy look and glanced at everyone on the table.

Eight people, including Joseph, unconsciously lowered their heads, and none of them made a sound.

Seeing everyone like this, Willmore's voice became cold, "What's wrong? Isn't anyone willing?"

A bishop in white robe immediately said: "The strength of Archbishop, Lord Bredva is obviously above us. Even he lost his life. We may not be able to deal with the Eastern news. Since the Holy See has strictly ordered the final victory of the East-West astrological Feng Shui Exchange Conference, we may have no hope. I heard that even the Italian astrological master Pisano sent his disciples to attend, and only a few of us have almost no chance of winning."

"Yes." "Yes." "Article, it's not that we don't want to share your worries, but mainly because our cultivation is really limited." ...The other few, whether they are deacons or bishops, said carefully.

"Ha..." Willmore chuckled and then turned his attention to Deacon Joseph, "Joseph, you can choose any of the two things: killing that Eastern boy and participating in the East-West astrological Feng Shui exchange meeting. But no matter which one you choose, you can only succeed and not fail."

"I..." Deacon Joseph couldn't help frowning, but he also understood the current situation. The Roman Catholic Church obviously would not send experts to come again. The reason is very simple. Those who are better than Bradva, each of them have higher power and are in power. If they ask them to participate in this East-West astrological Feng Shui exchange meeting, they will inevitably lose their value. However, the Catholic Church must win again, so it simply used the excuse of Bradva's death here to force the people of Brompton's Church to solve everything.

Joseph knew that he could not refuse, so he nodded and said, "Then I will choose to kill that Oriental boy."

"Okay, I wish you..." As soon as Willmore said this, he suddenly groaned, "Uh..."

"Architect." "Architect." "What's wrong with you?"... Everyone was shocked and shouted with concern.

"I'm fine..." Willmore's face smiled and said, "It was just a few days ago when I practiced and encountered some small problems. Okay, let's break up now. Joseph, kill that kid as soon as possible, but you have to remember not to make things bigger and avoid unnecessary trouble..."

"Yes, Archbishop." Deacon Joseph nodded immediately to agree.

Willmore nodded with satisfaction, then he wanted to raise his right hand habitually, but when he raised it slightly, he changed to his left hand.

"Go down." Willmore waved.

Joseph and eight others stood up, bowed to Willmore, and then left the room. The last one to go out closed the door, leaving Willmore alone sitting inside.

At this time, Moore gently rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, and saw a fist-sized scar on his right arm. This scar was not only vague but also covered with thickness on it, and it looked disgusting. It was obvious that the wound was ulcerated.

"Bastard...is another attack..." Willmore took off the golden cross from his neck with his left hand, and then staggered the cross to a height of two centimeters from the wound.

He was rumored in his mouth, and soon a golden light radiated from the cross wrapped the wound. The festering position finally returned to its original state after three minutes.

However, Willmore's face became very pale.

"Why...why...how did my body suddenly do this..." Willmore muttered, gritting his teeth.

"Lingling...Linglingling..."

At this time, Willmore's cell phone on the table rang.

He reached out to grab the phone and answered directly, "hello!"

"Architect, there is a man named Cameron who wants to see you." A nun's voice rang out on the phone.

"Can I see anyone?" Willmore said unhappily.

"Of course I just, but the other party claims to be your good friend." The nun hurriedly said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to disturb the Archbishop."

"My good friend..." Willmore pondered and said, "What's his name..."

"He said his name was Cameron." said the nun.

"It seems like there is such a friend, but I haven't contacted him for a long time. Okay, let him wait for me in the reception room." Willmore said lightly.

"Yes, Archbishop." The nun finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Willmore put his phone in his arms and looked at the skin on his right arm, which was as intact as before.

"Cameron, what are you doing to me... I can't borrow money from me like that guy... These ignorant people are getting more and more annoying..." Willmore muttered a little unhappy.

Even so, he stood up from his chair and walked outside.

After leaving the temple, Willmore went downstairs, walked out of the building, and walked towards the building in front. This was the cathedral of worship. He did not go through the main entrance, but went in from behind and went up to the fourth floor.

When I arrived at the reception room, there was a guy wearing a down jacket sitting on the sofa. The man's face was full of anxiety. In addition, his face was a little pale and morbid.

Seeing Willmore pushing the door in, the middle-aged man immediately stood up, "Architect, you are finally here."

Willmore nodded, saying hello. He closed the door, walked to the opposite side of the man and sat down, and said coldly: "Cameron, is there anything you need to ask me?"

"Please, the Archbishop, must save me..." Cameron immediately said with a sad face.

"What happened?" Willmore said coldly again.

"I don't want to die... Look..." Cameron said, and hurriedly reached out to unbutton his down jacket and took it off.

At this moment, Willmore suddenly smelled a stinking smell, which made people feel sick.

There was only a black shirt inside Cameron's down jacket. He then untied the shirt to reveal the skin inside.

Seeing his chest, a person like Willmore almost vomited out.

It turned out that there was almost no complete piece of skin on Cameron, with bloody and pus on it. Even the untied shirt was covered with pus.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Willmore asked with a frown.

"I don't know..." Cameron said with a bitter face: "Just half a month ago, my arm suddenly ulcerated, and it was useless to go to the hospital. The ulcer is getting faster and faster. After half a month, it almost eroded my whole body... Archbishop, please save me. I believe that you have you in this world to save me... I don't want to die... I don't want to die like Hendry and the others..."

After hearing this, Willmore was stunned. He subconsciously looked at his right arm and said in surprise: "You said Hendry is dead. When did it happen...who are you referring to them?..."
Chapter completed!