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Chapter 366

After a while, a group of people came out from the church and the nearby mansion, holding a lot of things in their hands.

It's not like a cult fire merger, it's more like a pure black eating black robbery.

"My lord priest! My lord bishop! We're done searching!" A believer said cheerfully, gesturing to the things he was carrying.

That said, it's more like that.

"Good job, then we should withdraw." Lucas smiled and waved in response.

Bishop Jumping Spider looked speechless, and couldn't help but repeat again: "How did the Spider God Sect become like this?"

The lunatics of the Spider God Cult left talking and laughing.

The body of the old priest of the Baimu Sect was left behind, and the communicator that fell under the bulletin board was shattered, making a slight noise.

……

"Ateya, give me an explanation."

On the stacked cloud island where the earth is united, after knowing that a parish was completely wiped out, the people of the Hundred Eyes sect immediately found Atya.

Atya held a big purple cat spider in his arms, and his scarlet eyes shone with a frightening light.

Judging by this posture, it seemed that he was waiting for them.

"Confession, what can I explain? There are not as many people who died in a parish as in our Spider God Sect." In Wan Yi's impression, it was the first time that Atya spoke so much directly, and the tone was also very serious. .

Emotions are running high.

Brother Dome judged from the sidelines.

"I, I said that after I took over, the hatred between each other will be wiped out, that's right." Ricardo's face remained unchanged, and his tone was calm, but the emphasis was obviously increased.

Brother Dome guessed that the boss didn't really care about this matter, but he might be dissatisfied with Atya's nonsense.

"Write it off? Why did you, an outsider, join this damn sect and get involved in this matter?! It has nothing to do with you! Do you think this kind of thing can be written off?" Atya's headdress that looks like a spider's eyes is exuding Bloodthirsty light.

Hearing this, Ricardo was silent for a while and then said: "When I say write off, I basically don't want to care about those who are already lingering. Don't think that I really gave you face."

Brother Dome felt a little wrong.

"Try it if you have one?" Ateya showed a hint of sarcasm on his unchanged face.

"Dream Weaving Phantom, right? It seems to be swayed by emotions and loses its mind, but if it is so simple to let it explode, it is impossible for your teacher to launch this counterattack."

Ricardo directly exposed the other party's truth.

The expression on Artea's face completely returned to its usual calm after these words.

"From this point of view, you will definitely be an excellent leader and a mature leader in the future." Ricardo followed up with the previous words and commented.

"See you next time, I will poke all your disgusting eyes out." Atya's figure began to become unreal, and when the words fell completely, his scarlet eyes swept across everyone present.

All the members of the Baimu sect present felt the illusion that there was a huge spider shadow hanging over their heads.

A pair of fangs hung in the sky, as if they would fall at any moment.

This feeling was fleeting, and Atya in front of her eyes turned into a satin made of thin strands of spider silk, floating gently.

Seeing this, Mehta frowned: "Master Ricardo..."

"I will mobilize several nearby dioceses to provide you with manpower. You and Duomu are the last two people in that diocese, but under the current situation, the sect cannot provide comprehensive support. You need to make preparations in all aspects. "Ricciardo took the lead in responding to Mehta.

Mehta hesitated for a moment, then nodded in response.

Some other people around were gloating in their hearts, but naturally they didn't show it on the surface.

A sub-diocese was completely wiped out, even if it was because of the redeployment of staff, it was impossible to say that there was no defense at all. As a result, when Mehta answered the phone just now, all the people in charge there were killed.

The process of the other party's death was heard by the other people present.

This is already a complete provocation for the cult, and the Hundred Eyes Sect will definitely retaliate.

It's a pity that some people couldn't keep laughing on a day that was supposed to be a happy day.

Under such circumstances, members of the Baimu sect boarded several different aircrafts and headed back to their respective parishes.

Everyone else relaxed and went back to their orders, only Mehta and Duomu were ready to go back to "fight".

Mehta sat on the flying machine without saying a word.

Brother Duo Mu handed him the drink: "Here, I asked someone to bring it. This should be the bar in Stacked Cloud City that you like."

Mehta took it unexpectedly: "Why do you still...?"

"A surprise for you."

Knowing that Lucas was going to make a move, Tomu-san wiped his ass by himself, and prepared something in advance to make Mehta a little happier.

He doesn't care what effect it will have, anyway, his coping is in place.

Wan Yi is such a hypocrite.

"Hey, it's a loss if you don't try it well. Hey, you've got a heart. I didn't love you for nothing." Mehta smiled suddenly, and found two cheap disposable plastic cups from the aircraft.

The wine was poured, and Mehta drank it down, then immediately poured another glass.

Didn't say much, just drank in silence.

Brother Tome also kept silent and drank it a little bit by himself.

It feels like that.

Normally, he would have said it directly, but now he will take care of his mood a little bit.

"Domu, do you think I don't look like a cultist?" After drinking a lot of wine, Meta said in a muffled voice.

"Me neither."

"Fart! You look so good."

"Ah this..."

"I'm actually very heartless. Let me tell you, I still have a lot of memories of my previous life. I was not very old. I graduated from high school and didn't want to go to college. I went to music with others, so my family had trouble After turning over, I just want to be free in my heart, and I feel that no one understands me.”

Hearing this, Brother Tamu relaxed and listened quietly.

"Before being controlled too hard, young people often see what they don't have, and can't think of what they have already. I'm such a fool, I was abducted as soon as my head was hot. In the end, time and energy were wasted He didn’t make a name for himself, fell out with his friends, couldn’t bear to go home, and ended up being nothing.”

Mehta lifted her head and exhaled.

"I was self-reliant outside, and I thought about numbing myself halfway through. I took that kind of drug. I felt good at first, but then I felt empty. I still didn't feel very good. It took me a lot of time to quit, and then I finally managed to make ends meet. Myself, looking back, I found that I am not young anymore. I have been away from home for more than ten years."

Brother Tomu looked at Mehta, his face was filled with a faint silence at this moment.

"Although I knew I would be ashamed to see my parents, I still bought a plane ticket. There was an inexplicable feeling that I wanted to go back and meet them. Maybe they would allow me to be a filial piety?" Mehta smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Then I fell asleep on the plane, woke up and came here."

With such a sudden and brief sentence, Mehta ended her past story anticlimactically.

Stopped abruptly.

"Do you still want to see them?" Brother Tomu asked.

"Think about it." Mehta said, "But I can't remember what they looked like at all."

His voice trembled a little.

"I don't remember either." Brother Dome thought for a while and said, "My mother is a bad woman who abandoned me and my schizophrenic father. I always hated her and didn't believe in the so-called 'mother'. Stuff. But after I almost beat someone to death in high school and got myself taken to the hospital, I sort of understood her."

"Are you mentally ill?"

"It used to be, but it should be cured now, at least the hospital diagnosis is like this. I am a person who has studied in college steadily and had a girlfriend." Brother Tome said proudly.

Meta stared at Brother Dome for a while and said, "It seems to be true. Although you have been lying a lot, Dome, it's rare for me to see you seem to be telling the truth."

"Yeah." Brother Dome replied vaguely.

There was another silence between the two.

The wine is almost gone.

After pouring out the last drop, Meta looked at Qianqian's glass of wine, and continued: "I don't care about this cult, but at least, that old priest who looks like a monster, the indulgence he gave me and some Caring, reminds me of them."

"I don't care what the Eye of All Things is, or what God is. I also know that the old man only treats me so well because he finds that I seem to be compatible with the Eye of All Things..."

Mehta drank the last of his drink.

"Ha, I always thought that I saw it clearly, and obviously killed a lot of people numbly, but it's really subtle to hear that a person with a good relationship died like this."

"Do you want revenge?" Brother Tome also put the last bit of wine to his mouth.

"No." Mehta's answer was unexpected.

"I am willing to do things that can be easily done, but if it becomes troublesome, I don't really want it now. Although I seem to be the envoy of our sect now? I am also confused by the grievances of the Spider God Cult!"

Mehta raised her voice angrily.

"I just solved a troublesome errand, can you stop letting troubles come to me all the time!"

Brother Dome blushed slightly.

Sorry to keep getting you into trouble.

"That's all I'm saying. You can listen to it casually. Anyway, you still have to do what you should do in the future. Lord Ricardo is also very kind to me. Anyway, let's try our best to live up to it."

"Yeah." Brother Dome nodded.

"What a lot of eyes."

"Ok?"

"If you find a good place to relax, you can recommend it to me. At least not such a messy organization. It's better for everyone to relax, and occasionally let me play some music or something."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I drank too much alcohol. There shouldn't be such a beautiful thing in this world, which is more fucked up than in the previous life."

"Maybe?"

"Don't comfort me, hey, I'm going to sleep, call me when I get somewhere."

"Hmm..." Brother Dome watched as Mehta flattened the back of the chair to make a bed and lay down.

It is impossible for them to get really drunk with this little wine, after all, as Mehta himself said.

It is still difficult to completely ignore the sudden death of people who have a relationship, even those who have a good relationship.

Brother Tome spoke slowly, his voice was as soft as singing a lullaby:
"have a good dream."

(End of this chapter)