"Then what should we do now? Should we take action?" Xue Zang asked.
"What if it's a trap?"
"You don't believe Mu Bai?"
"Believe? Why should I believe him? He has not been baptized by the Holy See."
"Then what do you think we should do? Lord Salan has been unwilling to contact us." Xue Zang said anxiously.
The emergence of the Earthly Holy Spring is indeed too fatal for them, because they know better than anyone else that it is something more essential than the water in Kunjing. It was precisely because the Earthly Holy Spring was more precious than the water in Kunjing that they deliberately wanted to get it. Water is more effective. Who knew that the hidden danger that was not left behind in Bo City has become an important obstacle today...
"This may be a trap, but even if it is a trap, we have to verify whether it is true or not. Once that kid really has the Holy Earth Spring in his hands, we have to rescue Master Salang." Hu Jinda Deacon said.
"Who will be sent?" Xue Zang asked immediately.
Archdeacon Hu Jin smiled and said: "To complete our great ceremony, there must be sacrifices. This is true for everyone, and I am no exception."
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The museum is located south of the bell tower. This ancient venue does not store some antiquities and documents, but it proves the glory of China's thousands of years of magical civilization.
When disaster strikes, antiquities and documents have been stored in the warehouse in advance. The existence of some things is indeed extremely important, and they must be preserved even if they perish.
The museum is very large. The hall of the museum is like an ancient palace, with a dome as high as fifteen meters and towering columns.
The museum has also become a refuge, and it is densely packed with people. Compared with the coldness and humidity of the streets, this place is simply a paradise for all refugees.
There was an uproar of people, and Mo Fan and others felt a little regretful when they arrived here. If there was a fight with the Black Church people here, many people would be affected, and they had to find a way to disperse them all to other places.
However, what Mo Fan didn't expect was that not long after he arrived at the museum, an unknown person handed him a note and asked him to go to the roof of the museum alone.
Seeing this note, Mo Fan knew that the other party might be in a weak position, but he still chose to meet the Great Deacon of Hujin.
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The top of the entire museum is covered with bricks and tiles, with flying eaves and corners, just like a magnificent row palace of the past...
The rainwater hits the top and follows the bricks and tiles to a groove in the corner of the eaves. The groove is like a stream and turns into a small waterfall. It pours from the corner of the faucet to the ground, and just falls into the pond below. From a distance, it looks like four brown dragons lying on the corners of the museum and spitting out water jets.
The museum has turned into a huge shelter, and the place below is overcrowded. Only the eaves of the dome are still clean, but the cold rain keeps falling from the sky, making a crisp sound.
Mo Fan stood on one of the cornices, wearing a large gray raincoat.
From here, he could see the gray inner city that was soaked in rain and filled with people wearing masks.
Looking further into the distance, past the inner city wall, the majestic black army of the undead is surrounded, with no end in sight. The small ones are densely packed into black dots, and the huge ones are like giants overlooking toys. molding model
The corpse of the mountain, it's so close
Sitting here, Mo Fan could already see its body towering into the rain clouds, and the pair of cold moon-like gazes projected from the clouds.
"Mo Fan, long time no see. How is your father, Mo Jiaxing, doing lately?" A voice came from behind Mo Fan.
Mo Fan slowly turned around and found that there was another person on the roof of the roof. He was also wearing a raincoat, and the drizzle fell on him, vaguely outlining the outline of his tall body.
Under the hood of the raincoat, there is a face with thick eyebrows and beard, but the cheeks are particularly fair and plump. At first glance, he belongs to the kind of pampered middle-aged man.
Mo Fan didn't like this guy from the bottom of his heart. He did so a long time ago. Until this guy took away his property, his dislike escalated to disgust.
But I never thought that this person's evils were far more than that, and now he has become the wrath of both humans and gods.
"My dad is living a good life. He has a lot of money to spend. He found me a young and beautiful stepmother, and bought me a few villas to live in. My middle-aged life is considered complete. I didn't expect you to actually show up in person. , very unexpected." Mo Fan replied calmly.
"Haha, you are so smart to see through me. What else am I hiding? But this kid Zhang Xiaohou's fate is unexpected. He is not dead. However, it doesn't matter. He shouldn't have thought of it. Now that I think about it, it makes no sense. Oh, your dad is a good man. The only thing I, Mu He, regret the most in my life is that I didn’t directly cause an accident to make your dad leave early, so I wouldn’t have a little brat like you to mess with me. So much trouble." Mu He grinned, with no intention of hiding it at all.
Mo Fan looked at the face under the hood. It was indeed Mu He.
However, having Mu He come out so smoothly made him feel uneasy.
I'm not completely sure, will this guy jump out on his own? ?
Since he is the great deacon of Hujin, even if he throws out such a big hidden danger, he will probably send some other deacons. There is no need to show up in person.
"In the past, I would have had countless ways to kill you." Mu He continued.
"I don't think you would do that." Mo Fan said.
"Yes, doing this will definitely make those people who are hiding in the secret trial doubt me. Even if I can do it flawlessly, I don't want this suspicion to stick to my sleeve, which is likely to affect us today. This grand ceremony... Why do I ask you to come to the venue? That is to let you accompany me to enjoy this beautiful scenery." Mu He opened his hands, looking like he was enjoying it very much.
It doesn't feel like standing in the rain, nor does it feel like standing in a city of disaster. It feels like a place bathed in holy light and being worshiped by millions of people, feeling contented and uplifting.
Beautiful view? ?
Mo Fan felt goosebumps all over his body after hearing Mu He's description.
"In fact, even if I know that you will cause these obstacles to us, I will still do my duty as Mu He and will not touch you in the slightest. You must know that in this magnificent ceremony, you still play an insignificant role. role." Mu He continued.
"Are you so sure that I don't have the Holy Spring in my hand?" Mo Fan smiled coldly.
"It's getting dark, and your Earth Holy Spring can only be kept until dawn tomorrow. Do you think this city can really survive tonight?" Mu He asked.
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