The layout of the schools in Talung County is different from other places.

It was a large lecture in the shape of a ruler in the street, in front of which there were several rows of wooden benches, the lectern was under the eaves, and the benches were laid in the open air, and the children who came to school sat there, babbling and shaking their heads and reciting the poems taught by him.

If the weather is fine, the children are quite comfortable, but if the weather is bad, the children can only sit on the bench and suffer. Death in the sun, freezing to death in the cold, drenching to death in the rain, thanks to the textbooks in their hands, they are not afraid of the rain, even if the conditions are so bad, none of those children dare to skip school.

At this time, the sun had not yet appeared, and each stool was already full, one by one, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, trying to make or pretend to be hardworking, while the 'Mr. Teaching' was leisurely reclining behind the lectern, taking a sip of a pot of wine from time to time, squinting his eyes, and looking at ease.

Joan of Arc walked past the group of children, who could hear the footsteps, but none of them dared to look up at Joan of Arc, and seeing this, Mr. Teaching was very satisfied, and before Joan of Arc could speak, Mr. Teaching stood up from behind the lectern, and said to the children below:

"Very good, you have to concentrate on studying, not to mention a guest, even if the ground in the village collapses, you can't look up!

The children dispersed with cheers, and in a short time only Joan of Arc and Mr. Teaching were left in front of the school. Looking at his face, this gentleman is handsome, courteous, and has an elegant and tepid voice, and it is not obvious from his appearance that he is actually engaged in the business of selling living people in private! Oh, it can't even be regarded as private, it is simply a big way to sell people as goods!

Seeing Joan of Arc coming, Mr. Teaching held a book in his hand, and paced out from behind the curved ruler lectern, and it was only then that Joan of Arc realized that this so-called 'Mr. Teaching' actually had only one upper body! From the waist down, a pitch-black flame burned quietly, supporting his body suspended in the air, slowly floating.

Joan of Arc walked a few steps briskly and came to Mr. Teach's side, and before he could explain his intentions, Mr. Teach first glanced at Joan of Arc, and then showed a look of sudden realization:

"It turns out that the 'farmer' has something to entrust! But I don't have any living people in storage here, they are all caught and sold, and there is no stock at this time. I see that the girl has a lot of magic power, why don't you go to Lorraine City by yourself, catch a living person and come back, and solve the farmer's problems? Anyway, my source of goods is also from there!"

Joan of Arc was slightly stunned, and then immediately recalled, isn't the so-called Lorraine City the human city located in the northwest corner of the Rotten Lands, the closest to the Rotten Lands?

She was only slightly stunned, and the live broadcast room at this time was simply a nest! A lot of IDs were all blown up by Mr. Teaching's words:

"Oh my god! It's all modern society, and there are still ghosts that can catch people from human society!"

"What's even more terrifying is that after being caught, it is actually used for fertilization, medicine, soup, and so on! It's like humans dealing with animals and monsters!"

"This is too sensational, isn't it!? And listening to this teacher, this is obviously not the first time to do such a thing!"

"No wonder the security conditions in Lorraine City are so poor! It turns out that it's not just people fighting, but also some inexplicable monsters mixed in!"

"Over the years, I don't know how many innocent people in Lorraine City have been captured by these ghosts and then brutally killed! It's terrible! What does the local government do to eat?

"What you said is light, Lorraine City belongs to Bitya, a small poor country that can't be smaller, and the military strength of the whole country is combined, and even a small floating city can't be defeated, how can you manage this kind of thing?"

"I even suspect that the Bitya government actually knew about this kind of thing!

"It's almost a stable source of supply! It's hard to think about it!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, as a citizen of Lorraine, I feel a little panicked right now......"

"I'm also from Lorraine, and I feel like I'm panicking now!"

"It's terrible! There is such a thing, we have to go to the door of the city hall to protest!"

"Protest, protest, march, let the government know our anger!"

"Step down, step down!"

“......”

There was a pot of porridge in the barrage, and people vented all kinds of angry voices, but Joan of Arc, who was the most angry before, entered a state of absolute calm at this time, and when she heard Mr. Teaching's words, she was 100% sure that the other party had blasphemous behavior, she quietly adjusted the position of the giant sword behind her back, stepped forward and asked:

"I don't know the place of life in Lorraine, how do I know where to arrest people! What's more, I don't know how to catch this living person, do you have any special attention? I still need you to show me a clear way!"

Mr. Teach's face turned pale, and the pitch-black flames on the lower half of his body jumped, and then said: "Hey! Actually, I don't know how to catch a living person, every time it's ......."

Before he finished speaking, a confused expression suddenly appeared on his face, and after a while, his eyes cleared, and he glanced up and down at Joan of Arc, and then showed a look of sudden realization:

"It turns out that the 'lumberjack' has something to trust! But I don't have any living people in storage here, they are all caught and sold, and there is no stock at this time. I see that the girl has a lot of magic power, why don't you go to Lorraine City by yourself, catch a living person and come back, and solve the problems of the 'lumberjack'? Anyway, my goods are also from there!"

Without waiting for Joan of Arc to speak, he continued to be confused and continued to realize his sudden realization;

"It turns out that 'Xiaomi' has something to trust......"

"It turned out that 'Ma Quanyou' had something to do......"

"It turned out to be 'Li Shanren'......"

"It turned out to be ......"

Every client who had entrusted Joan of Arc with a task, this teacher had to mention it alone, and the words were exactly the same, and the tone was exactly the same as when he first met Joan of Arc! What was even more strange was that Joan of Arc had never mentioned any commission from these villagers to him, and he had no idea where this teacher knew about the tasks entrusted to Joan of Arc by these villagers!

There are so many hidden secrets in this village!

Joan of Arc was secretly determined in her heart to turn this village that seemed to hide countless sins upside down, and just as she was about to complete the first step and slap this mysterious teacher to the head, she only heard the other party pause, and actually picked up the original words:

"Hey, if you ask me how to catch a living person, I don't know, I have never caught a living person myself. After all, a Sven like me wouldn't do such dirty work at all. Mr. Teach fanned the book in his hand with some complacency, and said: "Every time, I go directly to a fixed place to trade, and there is a human organization that has prepared the kidnapped goods early in the morning and is waiting for me there. I don't know what's going on with them lately, I haven't been in touch with me for a long time, but unfortunately I have to be in charge of the education of the children in the village, so I can't leave my post without permission, otherwise I would have run away myself. ”

Hearing this, I saw that Mr. Teaching looked like he was sighing for a long time, just like when the villagers talked about their difficulties! Seeing what this means, does this Mr. Teacher also want to issue a 'task' for himself? Joan of Arc remained silent, and with an interested smile on his face, he said:

"It seems that they are still an organization or a group that provides goods to our village? There is such a good way, Mr. Teaching, you really have a wide range of contacts and great powers! So many villagers are waiting for the goods, and it is not convenient for you to tell me their contact information, how about I personally go to them to pick up the goods?"

It is even possible to implicate organized human traffickers? Kidnap their own compatriots and sell them to these monsters in the Rotten Lands! Human traffickers themselves are hateful enough, and this kind of human traffickers are even more hateful! At this time, the live broadcast room has completely exploded! The anger of the sailors is almost completely irrepressible, and some people are already shouting frantically that they must kill all these guys who have lost their conscience!

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Mr. Teaching twisted his beard on his chin, and was very satisfied with Joan of Arc's words:

“...... What are the names of the organizations that come to trade so much? The names of human beings are always so hard to remember. His face showed a look of reminiscence, and it took a long time before he said 'oh' and said:

"I remember! The name of that organization is called the Obedience Sect, and I made a pact with them that if they sent a message from the village altar, they would deliver it within three days, and the message was, 'Woe to God says: Woe to those who turn away from me, and those who disobey me will be destroyed!'"

Originally, Joan of Arc had already planned, as long as Mr. Teaching said who the human organization that was trading with him was, then she would immediately kill this human-faced and beast-hearted Mr. Teacher, and destroy him to the point where there was not even a scum left!

At this moment, Joan of Arc felt like the sky was about to fall!

Why Obedience Denomination?

How can it be obedience to the sect!?

How can it be obedient to the sect!!

More than two hundred years ago, the obedient sect that sacrificed almost all the elites and fought against the Golden Fortress with the feeling of seeing death as if it were home, has it fallen to this point?!

How she wished that all this she had heard was not true, but this prophetic sentence in the mouth of Mr. Teaching was the first sentence of the "Dark Covenant" in the "Holy Scriptures", independent of the "New Testament" and "Old Testament", and it was also the general outline of the "Secret Covenant".

The evidence is conclusive and a little excessive, so that Joan of Arc doesn't even have room for self-deception, the blow received in an instant is too huge, too abrupt, Joan of Arc fell directly into a state of trance, the giant sword in his hand was almost unable to grasp, the whole person staggered, half knelt on the ground, and his mind was blank.

"What's wrong with you, girl from a foreign country?" Seeing Joan of Arc fall suddenly, Mr. Teaching was startled, and then leaned down and touched Joan of Arc's head with a very professional probing technique:

"I'm a famous Langzhong in ten miles and eight towns, let me take a look at ......"

As soon as his hand touched Joan of Arc's forehead, Joan of Arc, who was immersed in great sadness, was suddenly awakened, and with a 'snap', he slapped Mr. Teach's palm off, and said in a cold tone: "Don't touch me, monster!

Even if your testimony shows that you are only an accomplice in this great evil incident, a second-class dealer like you still deserves to be killed! You should be destroyed forever! Not interested in explaining anything to Mr. Teach, Joan of Arc forcibly suppressed her grief in the bottom of her heart, lifted her spirits, and then, in Mr. Teach's stunned and strange eyes, picked up the giant sword and slashed it down with a thunderous force!

Even if he didn't have all kinds of skills, with the physical fitness of a sixth-level high-level demonic beast, it would still be easy to kill a monster with the strength of Mr. Teaching! After all, he was not a pervert like Ling Mo whose physique broke through the sky, and in the face of this incomparably powerful blow, Mr. Teaching didn't make any reaction, and he didn't have time to make any reaction, so he could only wait for death!

Just when the giant sword came to his body, and most of the flowing long hair in front of Mr. Teach's forehead was cut off, the night finally passed completely, the three moons had all disappeared, and the morning came, and between the distant sky and the fiery red morning glow, the red sun drilled out, and couldn't wait to sprinkle the first beam of the new day to the earth, and by the beam of the new rising sun, Mr. Teach, who had been waiting to be killed, disappeared like a bubble!

Joan of Arc's powerful blow pierced through the afterimage of Mr. Teach, and slammed into the curved ruler-shaped lectern, smashing the seemingly antique table case! At the same time, the shock wave formed by the giant sword completely destroyed this strange school, and the entire wooden building collapsed, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky!

"What kind of secret technique is this?!He just escaped?!" Joan of Arc couldn't believe his eyes! He didn't feel any energy fluctuations at all, nor did he feel any spatial fluctuations, and this teacher with the highest strength of a third-level demonic beast actually escaped under his nose?

"Where is that wolf-hearted monster? don't think you can escape like this, even if you dig three feet into the ground, I will definitely break you into pieces!" Joan of Arc raised his head and roared, and then his eyes were red, and he wanted to start a big search nearby, but was stopped by Ling Mo next to him.

"What's the matter!?Mr. Ling, do you want to stop me to destroy this kind of monster that everyone gets and is punished?!" Joan of Arc stared at Ling Mo viciously, with the intention of killing him together if he didn't agree with him. Ling Mo didn't answer, just pulled her out of the collapsed school hall and pointed outside casually.

Following the direction of Ling Mo's finger, Joan of Arc looked around, and soon, her face turned pale, and she no longer had the strength she had just now:

The idlers walking around the village, the children chasing after me in the streets, the industrious villagers outside the village, all disappeared as the morning sun rose! If it weren't for their tools, their clothes, and the work they had thrown there in the middle of their work, Joan of Arc would have thought that what she had just seen was an illusion, and that this place itself was a dead city!