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Chapter 323 Mr. Wenyuan
"When the red light shines, the world will be at peace, kill devils, and ascend to the kingdom of heaven!"

I don't know who yelled this, those women with swords rushed up to the guns, and they were naturally beaten into a sieve.

After a few rounds, someone finally realized that this was sending them to death, and immediately dispersed, rushing into the surrounding shops and restaurants, regardless of who was inside, killing anyone who dared to block the way, and not forgetting to throw a fire before leaving. Burn all the buildings up, and use this as a cover to retreat and escape.

Xu Tong hid in a corner and watched. Seeing fires burning everywhere and chicken feathers all over the floor, he couldn't help curling his lips, turned around and was about to leave. He had just walked a few steps when he heard something suddenly. He squinted and saw a foreigner in the church. He ran out with a big cloth bag, and listened carefully to the faint cry for help coming from the cloth bag.

"what!"

Xu Tong raised his brows, as if he had discovered something interesting, watching the priest in black robe running all the way out, his figure flashed and followed him quietly as if melting into the darkness.

"These damned savages, God will punish them!" Harold glanced back at the cathedral that was set on fire, wishing to arrest these savage women and send them to the correctional facility.

But fortunately, although the church was destroyed, the most important thing was saved by him, otherwise all his hard work in the past two years would have been in vain.

Thinking of this, Harold glanced at the cloth bag on his back, and could hear a faint voice inside calling for help.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I will send you to His Highness the Pope, and make you a saint admired by all."

Harold's Chinese pronunciation is very strange, as if every word has four tones, which makes people sound weird.

After speaking, regardless of how the little guy in the bag struggled, he planned to walk towards the port with her on his back.

I have already contacted Cao Bang's cargo ship, as long as I arrive in Tianjin along the North Canal, I can take a steam ship from Tianjin to Europe, and it only takes more than ten days to reach Europe.

Thinking of this, Harold's steps became lighter.

When he arrived at the port, he really saw a big ship waiting for him there.

With joy on his face, Harold jumped onto the deck and shouted to the boatman sitting on the bow: "Quick, start! Start!"

But the boatman ignored him at all. Seeing this, Harold turned around and shouted at the other person: "Create!"

"Teacher, what's in the bag behind this guy is so strange."

Not far away, Xu Tong followed all the way, watching from a dark corner, and Da Ya reminded him that there seemed to be a special aura on the priest's back, which seemed to be designed to restrain their fairies. The same made her feel jealous.

Xu Tong looked over with the help of the eye of fate, and found that there were not only fishermen on board, but also many people hiding in it, and there was a faint yellow aura in it, as if there were dragons hiding in it.

Looking at the priest again, the luck wall above the priest's head is already a dangerous wall, which is about to collapse, and may fall down at any time and kill him.

As for the cloth bag that Da Ya mentioned, after Xu Tong looked over, although he couldn't see the fate, but with his strange sense, he found that the things in the cloth bag resonated strongly with the surrounding nature all the time.

While watching, a group of people came out of the cabin.

Unlike the barefoot boatmen on the boat, these people wore tight military uniforms. In the night, the blades in their hands gleamed coldly under the moonlight.

"Father Ha, I have said many times that if you want to preach here, you must learn Chinese well."

Hearing this ridicule, Harold took two steps back first, and then took a closer look. After seeing the faces of the group in front of him clearly through the moonlight, he was immediately taken aback.

"Mr. Longwu!"

Harold knew this man, he was even familiar, because his church could only be completed quickly with Long Wu's generous funding.

And in his impression, Mr. Long Wu can be said to be a very helpful believer, and even helped him complete the baptism himself.

"Mr. Long Wu, what are you going to do?"

Harold opened his mouth wide and looked at Long Wu and the others.

"Oh, Father Ha, please don't get me wrong. I heard that you are going to leave, so I came here to see you off."

Under the night, half of Long Wu's face was hidden in the shadows, and half of his face was illuminated by the torch, showing a kind smile: "Speaking of which, I have invested a lot of money in you over the years, you can't just leave in such a hurry .”

"Mr. Long Wu, this is not an investment, but a donation to the Lord. Besides, I also helped your shop and smoke house, and won the protection of our Holy See, right?"

Harold corrected Long Wu's statement with a serious expression.

The emperor allocated a large amount of land for them. In addition to the capital, Tianjin, Wuhan, Jiangnan, Shanghai, etc. have similar places for them to do business and preach.

But there are too many of these places. Although they are the owners of the land on the surface, most of the people walking on the land are Chinese. Most of the businesses on these lands adopt the joint-stock system.

The foreigners are the shareholders, let the Chinese manage it, and just pay the money on a monthly basis.

Only the capital is different, because of his own guarantee, all of Long Wu's properties are under the name of the church, and he doesn't need to give money to any company.

It is precisely because of the protection of the church that Longwu's business can be dominated by one family. In Harold's view, the little money invested by Longwu is insignificant compared to the benefits he reaped.

"Well, what you said is very reasonable. Don't worry, I'm just here to give you a treat as a friend."

Long Wu nodded and pointed to the boat under his feet: "As a friend, I specially prepared a boat of tea and porcelain for you. I think you will like these things. I hope that when you take them back, you will spend more time in front of God. Say something nice to me."

A smile burst into Harold's face, and he stepped forward to give Long Wu a big hug: "You are too generous, God will definitely bless you."

Long Wu patted Harold on the back: "Oh, by the way, do you remember what we said when we first met?"

Harold froze for a moment, it was a long time ago, of course he didn't remember.

Just as he was thinking, Harold suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw a golden cross being inserted into his heart.

Long Wu took off the cross on his chest, pushed hard, and pushed Harold to the ground: "I said at the time that we have a lot of good things here, but you can't take any of them away."

"you!!"

Harold stared wide-eyed, watching those armed warriors approaching with swords, screaming in fear, and there was a sound of chopping meat on the deck.

Long Wu took out the white silk scarf from his sleeve and wiped the blood stains on his hands. Someone untied the sack that Harold was carrying.

I saw a little girl who looked like seven or eight years old in the sack.

The girl looked at Harold who had been cut beyond recognition in horror, with tears rolling back and forth in her eyes.

"Hehe, I thought this guy brought some treasure, it turned out to be a doll."

Long Wu spat coldly at Harold on the ground, stepped forward and pinched the girl's chin for a closer look: "Unfortunately, she's still a little beauty."

"My lord, why don't you kill me?"

A servant from behind came over holding a knife, but when he opened his mouth, he even called Long Wu the prince.

"It's a pity to kill him."

Long Wu denied the attendant's idea, but changed his voice: "The ship sank together, let's treat it as Harold's funeral."

After speaking, he took the people off the boat.

The boatmen on both sides picked up hammers and chisels, and cut a hole for the boat in a short while.

"Notify the Holy Mother of the Red Lantern to let her people leave the capital as soon as possible. After tonight, it will be too late to leave."

Long Wu looked back at the sinking ship, got up and got into the sedan chair.

After Long Wu and his party left, Xu Tong emerged from the darkness and frowned as he looked at the sedan chair going away.

Who would have thought that such an imposing prince would be running so many shady activities behind his back.

Looking at the big boat that was about to sink again, he jumped into the water with a thought.

At this moment, the girl on the deck was curled up, looking at the river water that was beginning to overflow from the cabin, and when she was at a loss for a while, she suddenly heard something in her ear.

Bubbles bubbled up in the river, and a shadow full of algae gradually emerged from the water: "Good boy, you lost this priest of death, or this ghost priest."

The black shadow made a hoarse voice, holding an unrecognizable corpse in its left hand, and a vague shadow in its right hand. Upon closer inspection, it was the Father Harold she was familiar with.

The girl had never seen such a scene before, and her nerves, which were already terrified to the extreme, just uttered a sound and passed out at this moment.

"Hey!"

Xu Tong brushed away the algae on his face: "Don't girls like fairy tales?"

But it's okay to faint from fright, so as to save myself trouble, I threw the body into the water, picked up the girl with one hand and jumped onto the water bank.

The nearby fire is getting bigger and bigger. Obviously, the idea of ​​going to Xiangyue Building today must not work.

Just carry the girl and walk home.

When I got home, the servants in the family were already awake. It wasn't because they were diligent, it was because the master was going to be a servant in the palace in a while, so he had to prepare all the meals before the master went out.

Seeing Xu Tong come back wet all over, the servants were startled, and when they saw that the young master was still carrying a little girl on his shoulders, they couldn't help but look ambiguous.

Knowing that the young master loves this mouthful, no one dared to speak out.

"Fill a basin of hot water, wash it, put on clean clothes, send it to my room, and prepare some food for me."

After handing the girl over to the maid, Xu Tong was about to go to the room. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly remembered something. !"

"Mister??"

The servant was stunned for a few seconds, then glanced at the direction of the school room with a strange expression, and then at his young master: "Master, are you talking about Mr. Wen Yuan? Hasn't he been dead for almost two months?"

PS: I'm sorry, something happened at home today, so I won't add updates for the time being, and I will continue to add updates in a few days.

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