Let's talk about it.

The Pope directly ignored the eager inquiring gaze in Xuan Li's eyes.

turned around and picked up Xiaoqiang, flew up and left the courtyard.

As for the dominant soul that is sealed.

At this moment, it also disappeared with the disappearance of the colorful world.

As for Xuan Li, the doubts in her eyes became even thicker.

Looking at the disappearing figures of the two, the doubts in my heart became a little confused.

Thought:

His Majesty has always been like an elder who has always protected the Holy Son, why did he still ignore such a catastrophe at this moment, could it really be that the words of the Lord of the Trade Temple, the Holy Son is the illegitimate son of His Majesty the Pope?

This speculation comes together.

Xuan Li suddenly felt very incredible.

I even think it's a little ridiculous.

After all, Her Majesty the Pope is a person in her eyes, and there has not been any scandal in the past few years since she ascended the throne of the Pope, how could she have an illegitimate child for no reason?

But if it's not an illegitimate child?

Could it be that the Pope's act of protecting the Son has something to do with the prophetic book?

This is a great possibility.

After all, the name of the Son comes from the book of prophecy.

Plus the words of the high priest in the Papal Palace.

Xuan Li can basically be sure that all the actions of the pope must be inseparable from the prophecy.

And the Holy Son will also prosper the Divine Empire in the future, and it is understandable that he has done this for the sake of the Empire and the Pope.

The reasonable explanation made Xuanli gradually let go of the doubts in her heart.

But for some reason, for her seemingly discretionary speculation, she was a little empty in her heart.

It felt like your feet weren't on the ground at all, and it felt like all the speculation was in the air.

In addition, the words of the Lord of the Trade Hall always echoed in his ears, so that the color of doubt that had just faded away was faintly revealed.

Xuanli, who was a little confused, was also a little confused about her inner feelings for a while.

Unable to figure it out, she was about to walk out of the small courtyard with her steps.

But as soon as he came out of the gate, he heard a cry of pain.

Looking for the sound, I saw passers-by who had been bitten by ghosts lying on the ground, wailing in pain.

Xuanli, who was full of pity, immediately put aside the troubled thoughts in her heart, and then quickly stepped forward to devote herself to the treatment.

It was also on the occasion of Operation Xuanli.

The Pope's order was then transmitted to the Temple of Healing.

Although Xuan Li is not in the healing hall at the moment, fortunately, Xuan Li's deputies are all elite soldiers and strong generals, and they are resolute in doing things.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Healing Hall was dispatched to treat the injured people along the streets and alleys.

With the emergency treatment, most of the people were able to save their lives.

But there are also those who have been devoured by ghosts.

Therefore, the healing hall could not do anything, so it could only bury the other party hastily, and at the same time give some subsidies to the other party's family, which calmed the hearts of the people.

It's weird.

Most of the thirteen hall masters never showed up from beginning to end.

Except for Lu Feng, Xuan Li, and the Assassination Hall Master Netherworld, the others seemed to have completely disappeared.

Even with the Pope's order.

But those men had never sent any of their men.

Lu Feng, who noticed the situation, couldn't help frowning.

I asked about Xuanli and Netherworld, but they didn't know anything about it.

Such a situation suddenly made the worry in Lu Feng's heart suddenly become thicker, thinking to himself, are these people still dead?

However, although there are worries, the most important thing is to treat the injured people in the immediate future.

Lu Feng, who couldn't get out, didn't go to find out the reason for it in the first place.

It wasn't until late in the evening that all the injured people had been completely settled, and Lu Feng hurried to the Papal Palace.

But to his surprise, the Pope was not in the palace at this moment.

They asked the ladies of the palace about it, and they didn't know where the Pope had gone.

In desperation, Lu Feng had to pace back and forth in the main hall, hoping that the Pope would appear as soon as possible so that he could inform the other party of his discovery.

And while Lu Feng was anxiously waiting, the Pope and the Son were in a hidden cave.

There were no lavish tables, chairs, and furniture, and no Templar Knights who followed, only a stone platform and Xiao Qiang lying on it who had not yet awakened.

At this moment, the Pope sat on the edge of the stone platform like a loving father.

The soft and warm gaze always stayed on the childish little face.

Although the expression is still indifferent, the figure that is always motionless also reveals a trace of care.

And with the passage of time bit by bit.

The Pope's body never moved.

But the sky outside the cave had completely darkened, and gusts of cold wind slowly blew into it along the entrance of the cave, making the fire swaying, and also making Xiao Qiang, who had never been awake, move slightly.

I saw that his closed eyes trembled slightly, and his fingers were slightly raised, but the action was very short, as if the person who was about to wake up was pulled back into the dream by the nightmare.

The Pope, who was accompanying him, raised his dry palm slightly, and slowly placed it on the forehead of the Holy Son, but after some induction, he got up and looked at the dark sky outside the cave.

Not much.

A murmuring sound sounded suddenly in the stone cave, and then Xiao Qiang, who was in a coma, slowly opened his eyes.

The red rock wall illuminated by the firelight came into view, and the strong smell of oil lamps in the air made Xiaoqiang's head ache for a while.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his eyes slowly moved to see the old man with his back to him.

Although it was the first time they met, although Xiaoqiang guessed the identity of the other party in the previous demonization process.

But when he woke up again and saw that it was the Pope of the Divine Empire who accompanied him, the doubts in his heart couldn't help but rise.

Trying to straighten up, he glanced at the empty space with only two people, and Xiao Qiang asked.

"Why are you here?"

The Pope's eyes were always looking at the sky outside the cave, and when the question sounded, he did not look back, but the faint voice did not have the previous warmth, but the smell of estrangement.

"How are you feeling?"

The other party answered the question, and Xiaoqiang didn't understand what the other party meant for a while.

But the hostility to the Divine Cult Empire in his heart made him not think that the other party would be kind enough to treat him.

So he landed on his feet, stood up hard, looked at the thin figure and asked in a deep voice.

"Say, why did you save me?"

The Pope still didn't turn around, and still said lightly.

"Do you know why you're demonized?"

Speaking of this incident, Xiao Qiang's mind suddenly recalled the scene of his previous demonization.

Especially when I think back to the myriad of subterranean ghosts.

Remembering the innocent people who were attacked by the ghosts of the underground.

The meaning of self-blame and remorse in his eyes is obvious.

But thinking that the root cause of all this was done by the thirteen halls of the Divine Sect Empire, that trace of self-reproach suddenly turned into anger, staring at the thin back and questioning.

"Those girls in Wuyi Alley are dead!"

"I know."

"Do you know who killed them?"