Two hours later, St. Paul was sitting in a Chinese restaurant on the Covenant City slum street.

"If you don't eat garlic when you eat noodles, the flavor is half less. Your Holiness, please help me peel a piece of garlic." An old voice smiled, a little hoarse, and said softly.

São Paulo frowned, thought about it, and took the garlic that was placed on the edge of the table with a look of disgust, and began to peel it awkwardly.

"I really don't understand, why do you Orientals like to eat noodles?" São Paulo handed the garlic over, and the person on the other side fumbled for a while, then put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"I'm just used to it, Your Holiness the Pope, and I don't understand the pleasures of our little people."

"If you wish, I can treat you to all kinds of feasts, and you can eat the most exotic food in the whole world." São Paulo wrinkled his nose and even covered it with his hands, a noisy place where all kinds of sounds and smells were mixed together, which really made him a little unaccustomed.

The person on the other side shook his head, then smacked his lips, and then groped around on the table, touched the paper on the table, and wiped his mouth clean.

"Forget it, it's cheap, you can't enjoy good things."

St. Paul looked at the blind man opposite, he was holding a bamboo cane, wearing a small bowler hat with oriental characteristics, the clothes on his body looked like a product of the last century, his whole face was full of wrinkles, and he looked like a man who had gone through vicissitudes, and his arms were dry and thin, like dry and easy to break in winter.

"You, can you really help me deal with Li Nanshan?"

"Yes." The blind man said categorically.

"Can you defeat him?" São Paulo asked, frowning.

"Nope!" The blind man said crisply.

St. Paul's face was furious, and he felt that he had been deceived. Not long ago, someone in the East contacted him, saying that he could help deal with Li Nanshan, and also told all kinds of information about Li Nanshan, which made Corporal St. Paul Lixian come to receive him, and even accompanied him to this kind of place that he may not be able to touch in his life.

"Are you kidding me?" St. Paul's voice was tinged with murderous intent.

"An immortal, the equivalent of your god in hell. You expect me to be able to deal with such a blind old man, don't you think too highly of me?"

St. Paul was stunned, his voice trembling a little.

"You mean, Li Nanshan, he is ......?"

"With an immortal body, in fact, as long as you carefully look through the history of your Western camp, pay attention to some small points, and pay more attention to the organization of the Weeping Blood Rose, you will find that Li Nanshan has actually always existed and has never grown old."

When St. Paul heard this, he closed his eyes and began to think about it carefully. Indeed, as the old blind man said, it is indeed incomprehensible that Li Nanshan has only come to the Western Camp not long ago, and he has been able to cooperate with the Weeping Blood Rose, which even the Holy See cannot eradicate. Moreover, his strength is unfathomable.

The most important thing is that it is impossible for the Eastern Battalion to send a waste to his Western Battalion, and also send Xuan Anke over.

When St. Paul heard this, he completely dispelled his mind of confronting Li Nanshan to the end.

Faced with an undead immortal, he had no chance of winning.

"Okay, then get him out of the Western camp!" St. Paul retreated to the next best thing, and if he continued to persevere, he was afraid that he would not be able to stay even in the Western camp.

"I can't do it." The blind man on the other side smiled slightly and said softly.

St. Paul was really angry, stood up sharply, and slapped the table!

"You said you would help me, but now you can't do it, you can't do it, what's the use of you?" St. Paul lowered his voice, glanced at the people around him, gritted his teeth and leaned forward, even touching the blind man's forehead.

"Because you provoked them, and they won't let you go unless you're willing to kill yourself!"

When São Paulo heard this, he became even more angry, and spread his hands, looking a little innocent and inexplicable.

"How did I provoke them? The Dragon Emperor Codex, can't I do it if I don't want it? I'm going to have my men make a report now, and then I'll kill a few so-called experts and tell the world that it's true

Can't those experts get it wrong?"

"No! You provoked that person, and they won't go unless you die. Have you thought about it, why didn't Li Nanshan deal with your Holy See before, this time your old Pope died, and you were almost killed?"

After this blind man's reminder, St. Paul was also stunned, no matter how their Western camp bullied the Eastern camp before, Li Nanshan didn't care, why did Li Nanshan want to take action this time.

"Why is that?"

"Because, you've provoked people you shouldn't have provoked."

"Who am I provoking? I just used the name of the Dragon Emperor to ...... his codex" St. Paul's eyes widened without saying the word "already", and asked in some disbelief: "You mean, I offended the Dragon Emperor, so Li Nanshan wants to deal with me?" Chinese Net

The blind man on the other side nodded.

Sao Paul still couldn't believe it, he hadn't understood why Li Nanshan and the others had to deal with him before, but now he was finally a little eyebrow-raising, but he still said stiffly, "Are you kidding? The Dragon Emperor was a figure from many years ago, and Li Nanshan came to trouble me for a dead man! Unless, the Dragon Emperor, he's almost alive!"

The blind man raised his eyebrows, nodded earnestly, and sighed.

"You...... I guessed it right."

St. Paul's mouth grew in surprise, and the blind man could not see St. Paul's face, and continued, "You also have ancient magicians resurrected in the West, right? It is actually normal for people who can conquer the world to recover. You say he's a Westerner, so he's going to come and see it."

"And that one, if I guess correctly, it should be Zhao Zheng. Back then, the Dragon Emperor used to be a proton in the Zhao Kingdom, so he took Zhao as his clan."

São Paulo regretted it very much at this time, and he wanted to give himself two mouths, why did he have so many mouths!

If he didn't talk much, maybe the two evil stars would not have come to the Western camp, the old Pope would not have died, he would have more time to prepare for the war against the Eastern camp, the Covenant Cathedral would not have been destroyed, and the three-headed holy dog would not have died.

"Whether the Dragon Emperor is from the Western Camp or not, he naturally knows best. Moreover, in fact, he has always been interested in your Western gods, your gods are not very strong, but they also have immortal and immortal bodies, so he naturally has to come and take a look! According to my guess, he even wants to go straight to hell and destroy your so-called gods!"

These words made St. Paul's heart tremble and he broke out in a cold sweat. In this Western camp, he is a king, even a tyrant! Compared to the Dragon Emperor, he is nothing! Moreover, Li Nanshan alone would be difficult for him to deal with, not to mention that there was also a Dragon Emperor!

"How can I believe that what you say is true?"

The blind man didn't talk nonsense, and directly threw out a token.

"Just because He Fu, the founder of our Hall of Eternal Life, once helped the Dragon Emperor to find the immortal body, is this reason enough? You can also look up this history!"

"And who are you?" São Paulo asked through gritted teeth.

"Hall of Eternal Life, Yuan Chunfeng!"