"Oh, there's no need to go that far," Ouyang Dao said with a smirk, with a look of resignation. "Don't come any closer!" The new priest screamed, his staff bent over his knees, as if it would break at any moment. Ouyang Dao didn't come any closer, his eyes staring at the new minister, his heart full of thought. The terracotta dragon's attack is too strong, and because the scepter is for recruits, it may not be able to withstand that kind of powerful impact, and if you have to use something like a swamp, the slow descent is enough for the little priest to react. Tut, tsk, tsk. Ouyang Dao raised his hand, took a step back, and his voice softened.

"Stop, stop, don't act rashly". Sending out a distress signal is not good for you or me. You want to know about the cemetery, I can tell you" The priest looked at Ouyang Dao suspiciously, moved by the hunter's cynicism, and the beginner priest took a few steps back. "Now tell me about the cemetery" "Of course, of course. You should have taken a look at the cemetery on the west side, and when I got there, there was... Ouyang Dao's voice gradually disappeared, and finally he opened his mouth and did not speak.

The young priest listened carefully at first, but as his voice grew quieter, he involuntarily approached Ouyang Dao. As he approached, Ouyang Dao saw a flash of light in his eyes, and the ground rose under his feet to control the dragon, a wave of energy, and Ouyang Dao pounced on him. Mighty. A bright flash of light appeared out of nowhere, wrapping the priest in an oval protective cover, and Ouyang Dao's impact caused the light curtain to ripple, but in the end it was to no avail.

The priest sneered, took a few steps back, and made a gesture to break the staff. "Wait, stop! " Ouyang Dao hurriedly stopped him, and the priest smiled smugly again when he saw his eager expression. "Mr. Hunter, I don't think we have much to talk about. I have repeatedly disrespected church officials. See us in the Confessional Room "The confessional is one of the branches of the Church of Light, and according to Gaia's memory, it seems to be the standard configuration of every church.

As for confession, there are many legends among believers. Some say that no one will come back alive. It is also said that believers have become puppets. There's an even more terrifying one. As a fighting profession, even in a dangerous world, the number of female superheroes is much lower than the number of male superheroes, which is a common phenomenon in organizations and schools, with the exception of some organizations that only have women, and the highest ratio of men to women is the Church of Light.

The myth of confession also stems from the fact that the Church of Light itself is no different from other groups, but why is the proportion of women so much higher? As we all know, a large number of infidels, who are arrested by the Church of Light every year, after all, what is outside the Church of Light is a cult. Most church members do not have a major crime. They were caught by the Church of Light only because of their different beliefs. Eventually, they will be released after a meaningless education.

But also some of the most heinous crimes. After all, there are all sorts of faiths, and inevitably there are anti-social and anti-class ones, which include the believers of killing and the believers of the plague, the believers of death, the worst believers, sent to the confessional. Since entering the confessional, those notorious believers have disappeared, and in some cases, the Church of Light may be destroyed by the gathered believers, but even if the believers search the church over and over again, the Muslims, they can't find them. In contrast, local chapters of the Church of Light would suddenly have a large number of female professionals of unknown origin, but the most experienced and sophisticated. Putting these facts together, the disappearance of the most evil believers, the rarely mentioned confessions, every year experienced female professionals appear. Interestingly... Ouyang Dao was cold to me and tried to convince the new pastor.

"Calm down, we still have a lot to talk about, so let me be an example, and you calm down too," Ouyang Dao said as he pointed his body with his hand. "I have banned the informer, now I can't defeat you, you can come and stare at me and don't touch the scepter" The action of banning the whistleblower is indeed very convincing, the whistleblower is an energy rooted in the body, and its own advantage is that it can invisibly prolong life and improve physical fitness. There is one more drawback. The body has been nourished by inner rest for a long time and has become familiar with the feeling of being energetic. As soon as this energy is gone, the body will immediately protest, and even if the function of the body itself has not changed, its strength and speed will be greatly reduced.

Even when blood flow is restored, the terrible weakness lasts for at least half an hour, and it takes most professionals several hours to regain their strength. Seeing Ouyang Dao's movements, the young priest cautiously found that this scheming hunter was indeed powerless, and then, with a smirk on his face, he lowered his cane. "Now Mr. Hunter, I want you to tell me everything you know about West Cemetery, and then we're done. You go back to the guild, and I'll go back to the Church of Light" obviously felt that Ouyang Dao would not play tricks anymore. "The situation at the cemetery is quite complicated and it is not possible to explain the details at this time.

Why don't you go to the cemetery with me, I will explain to you according to the scene" The minister frowned slightly, hit Ouyang Dao's body with his cane, and punched Ouyang Dao's knees, his legs were sore, and Ouyang Dao's body suddenly turned and staggered against the nearby wall. "Is there anything you can't say, hunter?

Ouyang Dao glanced at it firmly, "Let me tell you the whole story, it's impossible," Ouyang Dao looked into the minister's eyes and said, "But I can only reconstruct the scene for you and analyze the details myself," this is my bottom line, the priest insisted, he and Ouyang Dao argued. However, he rejected the offer, and at Ouyang Dao's suggestion, they went to the cemetery together. Back at the cemetery full of wolves, the priest looked around at the mysterious environment and asked Ouyang Tao impatiently, "Hunter, what's going on here?"

"Look at the northwest corner, over there... Ouyang Dao's voice disappeared, and then there was a wild noise, and the minister threw his sun ball out in case Ouyang Dao had any intentions. At this moment, Ouyang Dao was clumsily supporting the tombstone, his limbs were weak, his clothes were messy, and his left blindfold was crooked, exposing the scar behind him. "Cough," Ouyang Dao said, dusting off his body and barely standing up from a nearby tombstone, he looked at the sun ball floating beside him, his face turned red, and he said to the priest in embarrassment, "I'm not allowed to enter." My limbs are a little sore. ”

I was too careless... The priest curled his mouth and drew a circle in the air with his fingers, and a bright light rose from above, illuminating the night around us. Another sun spell... Ouyang Dao's eyes narrowed, he didn't use a more effortless scepter, but used a gesture alone, both of which told us. One is that the priest is indeed a novice, not yet accustomed to the newly acquired scepter, and more accustomed to being very skilled in magic. Secondly, his attitude had begun to relax, and if it was just that tense combat state, he should use the scepter spell even if he was not used to it.

It's not a good habit to be relaxed, pastor. Ouyang Dao smiled in his heart, and continued to ask the minister for help in embarrassment: "Mr. Minister, I am very weak now, this cemetery is very difficult to walk, you see... The new minister looked at Ouyang Dao with a frown, his feet were indeed weak, and the previous collision proved that the hunter was indeed forbidden to participate in the competition. "What do you want?"

"Hmm... That is to say, I see that the scepter in your hand is very good" Ouyang Dao rubbed his hands awkwardly and said: "Give me a little support, and I will return it to you immediately." The new priest stepped back cautiously, a stern expression on his face. "What do you mean, what do you want?" Ouyang Dao waved his hand helplessly, pointed to his soft muscles and said, "The way I am now, even if I have your subordinates, what else can I do?"

"Also, we have discussed this issue before, I will tell you what is going on, if there are any clues, you will find them yourself, I will go back early to recover my strength" The young priest was surprised again, Ouyang Dao's posture was crooked again, this time for a more deliberate purpose: a tombstone engraved with the logo of the Illuminati. As Ouyang had prophesied, the tombstones of other sects may have gone unnoticed, but the young pastor of his own church, the Illuminati, could not have ignored them. After receiving the scepter as he wished, Ouyang Dao began to "detail" what had happened when he arrived at the cemetery. "When I arrived, there was chaos, but in the direction of the northwest corner, there was a very obvious energy fluctuation," said the minister, who ran towards the northwest corner with the sun ball on his finger, hoping to see what Ouyang Dao was saying. "What's different about this tombstone?"

After a while, the priest asked Ouyang Dao in confusion, this was an ordinary pagan tombstone. Where are the energy waves? A sparse sound came from under the priest's feet, and the priest glanced at it, and immediately looked down excitedly, not only did the light spell in his hand get close to the ground, but even his head unconsciously lowered. The voice grew louder and louder, and the priest's fingers unconsciously stroked the slate. He was now so focused that he didn't notice the possible surprise. POW.

A pointed, cylindrical white object grows out of the stone slab. The surface of the cone is smooth, the tip is sharp, partially curved, and the overall line is smooth. What is this? The young priest stretched out his hand, and Ouyang Dao watched in the dark, dumbfounded, and said nothing to the curious priest. Forget it, I'm not going to waste time on you. Ouyang Dao's heart hardened, and the noise around him suddenly increased.

The young priest looked astonished, but he did not move, not even prepared to resist the incantation, and remained motionless in the face of all this anticipation. Bang, bang. The spikes that appeared on the ground continued to move, and the pale cone slowly rose in the moonlight, revealing the painful bones of the arms below. "Skull!" The young priest shouted, he realized where he was, but before he had taken a few steps, there was a sudden resistance in front of him, his shield twisted, and the priest was thrown back. Standing in front of the priest was a human skeleton, and the rest, except for the most conspicuous spur-like arm, was no different from the skeleton. In addition to the bone structure itself, there are some gray patches around the joints that look old and rotten, and gray fabric everywhere on the long bones, except for the joints.

The young priest was still unconscious, the earth around him was constantly making noises, but only a few breaths, dozens of skeletons gathered around him, their floating rags connected together, the space around them instantly became dark, and even the moon seemed to be afraid of these undead monsters.

"Pastor, I'm going to tell you about the cemetery in London's West End here," Ouyang Dao's voice came from afar, "Do you think this is a great discovery, report?" The young priest heard Ouyang Dao's voice and asked him for help in a panic, his eyes swept across the room and saw the diversity of our lives. In the pale moonlight, a purple figure sat on a throne on earth, and under the purple robes, you could see the edges and corners of the coat, but what really scared the priest was the mask on the man's face, that big, cracked smile, pale, heavy eye makeup. "You, you, you... ”

The young priest's voice trembled with fear, and despite the large pile of skeletons behind him, he couldn't help but keep his body away from the path, away from that terrible, infamous man. Ouyang Dao smiled and introduced himself to him very sincerely: "Hello, Mr. Wise Priest, your wisdom is like a lighthouse on the sea, peeking at me through the fog around me. ”

"Although I don't know where you see my weakness, but I respect your wisdom, you are facing death, tell you my name" I am Aragorn, the famous local master of the Lion City, the first wanted criminal, the Joker. “