Suddenly a familiar gloomy voice came from behind the clown priest.
"Nightmare!? It's you! Are you the blasphemer who sneaked into the altar!?"
"It seems that you have indeed discovered it, but it is a pity that you have not confirmed my identity!" Padrick was wearing a robe, with his hands in his sleeves, like a portrait of a Northeastern gentleman keeping out the cold in winter, with a gloomy and lazy expression. The voice was half asleep, and the Padrick in front of him didn't look like a spy:
"We still have time to talk about it. How did you find out that there is... you should call it a spy? That's what Muggles call it anyway! How did you find out?"
The clown priest was a little afraid of Padrick at this time. He turned his eyes and asked softly: "Can you let me live if you tell me?"
Padrick shrugged and yawned sleepily: "Well... I can give you a chance to live. It's up to you whether you can grasp it! After all, I can't kill you, but the 'eyes of death' It is forbidden for priests to kill each other, but we are all brothers who have had a 'blood pact'!"
"Okay, I'll say it!" Although the clown priest didn't believe what Padrick said, he had no choice at this time. His strong desire to survive made him give in at this moment: "The corrupt bishop is in Kansuclo The church encountered the 'Knights of the Round Table'. Logically speaking, it is impossible for Cansucro to be exposed, and the corrupt bishop firmly believes that the Foley family will not leak the news of the meeting, so there is only one last possibility left..."
"Oh, so it's because of this~ I was negligent!" Padrick said, still showing no emotion on his face: "Let me ask you one last question..."
"Don't go too far!"
"I promise, this is the last question! Trust me, otherwise what else can you do?"
"You! You asked!"
"I had a question a few months ago, why did the 'powerful god' let the 'eyes of death' kill the child and sacrifice his soul even if he exposed himself? It's up to you to interpret the divine revelation. I think you are the closest People of the truth!”
"This..." The clown priest was hesitant, and Padrick was not in a hurry. He still looked half asleep and half awake. There was no emotion on his face, only endless gloom. Seeing Padrick's virtue, the clown priest frowned through his teeth. A few words squeezed out: "The power of death..."
"make it clear."
The clown priest rolled his eyes at Padric: "I don't know the specifics. It seems that this child has inherited part of the Lord God's 'power of death' for some reasons. This power will become an obstacle to the Lord God, so..."
"Interesting! Is it the 'seed' of 'death'? He is indeed an interesting little guy!" A rare smile appeared on Padrick's face.
Padrick looked at the time and felt it was almost time, then turned and walked into the shadow of the trees.
Seeing that he was about to leave, the clown priest hurriedly asked: "You said you would give me a way out!"
"I heard that you like to play games, so let's play a game, 'ghost catches people' and you become the 'ghost'. There are three people you want to catch, one of them is the host of the last 'key', and One of them is the little guy you want to kill.
The game starts in fifteen minutes. The range is an abandoned shooting range. The time limit is thirty minutes. If you successfully catch them, their life or death will be decided by you. I will also let you go. I promise not to hurt you at all... Of course, the game must be balanced. Your abilities will be partially weakened. I won’t tell you the specifics. You can experience it yourself. After all, as a ghost, you have the advantage. "
Padrick had already left, but his voice came slowly from deep in the woods.
Listening to Padrick's explanation, the clown's painted face showed a ferocious expression. Under that expression was one part anger, one part confusion, one part surprise, and one part fear.
Fifteen minutes later, the clown finally found the exit of the woods, and what came into view was the abandoned shooting range.
Looking at the gap in the wire fence not far away, the clown cautiously got through.
The moment the clown entered the shooting range, Padrick's voice sounded throughout the shooting range.
"The game begins, the first phase lasts 30 minutes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the clown suddenly felt weak, and he couldn't help but staggered a few steps. At this time, Padrick's voice echoed in the clown's mind: "Suppress the magic level to the 'magic level five', disable remote, For restraint, large-area and destructive magic, you can only use auxiliary magic to strengthen yourself, and within the game time limit, you can only use your physical abilities to capture the target."
"Damn it!" The clown cursed secretly, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he became determined.
The Joker forced himself to calm down, and then began to search the entire abandoned shooting range.
No matter what, catching those three targets will be his last hope for survival.
Although he knew that Padrick would not let him go easily, he also knew that due to the contract restrictions of the 'Blood Pact', Padrick was destined to be unable to attack him. Any form of disadvantage to him would trigger the backlash of the 'Blood Pact'. If Padric wanted to kill him, there was only one way to kill him with a borrowed knife.
At this time, the clown priest did not dare to waste any time. He was really afraid that Padrick's companions would come. As long as Padrick's companions came, there would be no need for Padrick to take action. Padrick could kill someone with a borrowed knife, so that Explain yourself here.
But it can only be said that the clown priest is overthinking it. Padrick has never thought of summoning his companions to kill the clown priest. Although in Padrick's eyes, the clown must die today, there is no need to use anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes and make a fuss. .
He is not worthy of the clown sacrifice.
"Hey, colorful one-armed little guy! What are you looking for? Are you looking for me?"
An extremely low voice sounded behind the clown. The clown turned around suddenly and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old Asian black-haired boy looking at him with a faint smile.
The clown priest was first surprised when the boy in front of him came behind him? The second thing that surprised him was the courage of the child in front of him.
"You must be the young master of the Welfare family, hey hey hey~ I finally found you!! The Lord God is very interested in your soul!" The clown laughed and went crazy.
Qin Weijie licked his lips with a look of disgust, and then with the blessing of the magic talisman, he moved his feet and instantly arrived in front of the clown. The clown did not expect Qin Weijie to be so fast.
Before he could react, Qin Weijie made a seal with both hands, and the 'Soul-Sealing Curse' hit the clown's soul directly. The clown was caught instantly without any precautions.
Fortunately, the clown's mental power was much stronger. Qin Weijie's soul-sealing spell could only temporarily make him dizzy for a few seconds at most.
