The long bell rang and echoed in the smoky night.

A dilapidated old street sign stands in front of the narrow road, with a few lines engraved in ancient Dark Elf script: "Ahead is the Dark Elf Kingdom Cemetery, please slow down and do not disturb the rest of the dead."

"Whew", a few flashlights shone on the street sign and stayed on it for a few seconds.

Several pedestrians in black nightwear stood in a row in front of the street sign.

"Looks like the dark elf graveyard has arrived", Yang Jian took off his hat, revealing his thin face.

"Head", Hans raised his hand and looked into the distance, "this cemetery is very cloudy, why must we be cautious after entering."

"Hmm", Yang Jian wiped his nose, "If there is a paladin teammate, why are you afraid that it will be much safer."

"Huh?" Hans hesitated for a moment, "If I'm not mistaken, the Doll Department has recently produced a batch of clergy dolls."

"Yes, why didn't I think of it", Yang Jian snapped his fingers and groped in the backpack on his back.

He reached for something and placed it on the ground.

"Come out, chattering Yuguo", Yang Jian whispered.

"Poof!" In the darkness, the figure of a young man appeared in front of everyone.

I saw that his whole body was bathed in divine light, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a confident and charming smile on his face.

Dressed in a white priestly robe, he was meticulous and carried a holy cross on his back.

"Huh!" , everyone's eyes lit up, this end is a handsome guy.

"Yu Guo", Yang Jian was also very satisfied in his heart, "The auxiliary task of our team will be handed over to you."

This handsome guy Yu Guo listened to Yang Jian's words, his brows touched slightly, and his expression was still as kind as spring.

"Hmm", he nodded slightly, and said nothing else.

"Head", Hans attached to Yang Jian's ear, and said with some surprise: "According to Minister Doug, this puppet has a small flaw, that is, the type that has a strong mouth and can't close its mouth when it opens the chatterbox."

"Yes", Yang Jian stared at Yu Guo for a few seconds, and the latter still maintained a calm smile and didn't say half a word of nonsense.

"It's not like that", Yang Jian shook his head, "This is probably the beta2 type launched by the puppet factory, and the visual inspection is a fix for the beta1 type of poor mouth bug."

"Hmm", now Hans was relieved.

"Yu Guo", Yang Jian gave instructions to him.

"Add support status to everyone".

Yu Guo didn't say a word, his hands were gently stretched upward, as if sensing the power of light.

"O everywhere God of Light," he said, praying to the moon in the night sky.

"Grant us the divine blessing of weapons",

"Give us the spring breeze of physical healing",

"Give us the light of vengeance in our souls".

After reciting this series of prayers, Yu Guo gathered the power of faith in his hands like broken gold, and he gently threw the broken gold into the air.

These dots of broken gold slowly gathered in the air, and finally condensed into a golden angel.

The angel held a bottle of holy water in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he sprinkled it on the people.

Bob was amazed to find that the lightsaber in his hand instantly turned into sacred gold, and seemed to be even more powerful.

Yang Jian's group was bathed in the holy light as warm as a spring breeze.