The Wizard's Infinite Journey

Chapter 80 Judgment
Walking out of the church, another day of prayer began.

Compared with the past, in these days, the number of people who came to pray has increased significantly.

Since that day, the whole town has been dying.

The remote town was originally very quiet, and there were few outsiders except for some merchants.

But recently, because of the successive deaths, the originally quiet and harmonious town has unavoidably panicked.

Panic brought faith, and also made the residents of the small town come to the church to pray frequently, in an attempt to gain comfort in this way.

"Now it is said that there are members of the Ten Stars Society sneaking into the town."

Ammu's companion sighed and said, "These people are killing people."

"Maybe."

Yamu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally sighed.

He had carefully looked at the previous corpses. Some of them were indeed made by the Ten Stars Club, but most of them were normal corpses.

Although there were ten-star marks on those corpses, they didn't have that special feeling of aura. They should have been deliberately forged after someone killed someone, so as to pretend to be the work of the Ten-Star Club.

It seems like this, with the arrival of the Ten Stars Club, after the original peaceful atmosphere of the town was disrupted, the hearts of the whole town began to become chaotic.

Some thoughts that were suppressed in the past also gradually rose up, causing many accidents.

Or property, or woman, or other
Yamu sighed silently and came to another corpse.

The corpse in front of him was that of a young woman.

The woman's body was complete, except that two lumps of flesh on her chest had been cut off abruptly, and her lower body still showed obvious signs of being played with.

Behind it, the very rough, obviously disguised ten-star imprint appeared, which made people sigh.

"May you rest in peace in heaven."

Ya Mu's eyes closed, and the divine power spread from his body, washing away the traces on the corpse.

In this world, there are legends of the dead.

Legend has it that there is another underworld outside the world, which is the destination of all souls.

All living beings, even the high gods, will go to the underworld after they die.

There is the supreme ruler of the underworld, who will judge all the existences that enter it.

At this moment, Yamu can only hope that the innocent people who lost their lives in front of them can enter the underworld and live peacefully in it.

But this is most likely just fiction.

Even if the underworld really exists, it is not a paradise for these ordinary people.

There is a greater probability that they will only suffer more severe torture and pain in it.

Paradise is where the living are, and Badlands are where the dead are.

There were many people standing beside the corpse.

These are the relatives and friends of the deceased who came to pray together with the corpse at this moment.

"Oh, my poor Mary, how could sinners have the heart to do this to you when you are so young!"

"Those demons!"

The eyes of the relatives of the deceased were red and they kept laughing and weeping.

Yamu's eyes were fixed on the other person.

It was a young man who looked very thin, wearing a long linen gown, standing there with a sad face at this moment.

"Who are you?" Amu asked.

"I'm Deli, Mary's best friend."

The young man hastily opened his mouth, probably because he was too sad, his movements seemed a little dazed.

To others, this seemed normal, but to Amu it was a superfluous action.

On him, Yamu felt a breath of the dead, and it was quite deep.

In addition, there is still a deep spiritual imprint remaining.

That imprint belongs to the dead, and what remains in it is not nostalgia, but despair and resentment.

"You are haunted by the thoughts of the dead."

Ya Mu said: "It can be seen that the relationship between you and her was indeed very good."

He opened his mouth as if pointing, but the warm wind in front of him couldn't help but panicked, waved his hands quickly, and said a lot of things.

But Yamu had no intention of listening, he just turned around and walked aside.

A moment later, when the others had left, he walked out of the church.

"How things are going"

"That woman's taste is really good"

"Ah, I cut off those two lumps of flesh while she was still alive, and the sound of pain was really enjoyable. It's a pity that it's only this one time."

"Doesn't he have a younger sister? I've wanted to play with it for a long time."

"Take a chance and try."

"Her younger sister is not as stubborn as her older sister. She must not dare to speak out. I think we can play for a long time."

"Is nothing wrong?"

"With my uncle here, what are you afraid of?"

There was a whisper.

The sound is actually not loud, but it can be heard quite clearly compared to Yamu who has been strengthened in all aspects of his body.

He paused, sighed, walked to the side, and pushed open the door.

Inside the room, there were three men standing in it. They didn't look very old, almost all in their early twenties.

One of them was the young man who had prayed for the dead woman in the church and claimed to be her best friend.

They looked at Yamu who suddenly broke in with a look of astonishment on his face.

"If I remember correctly, the kid's younger sister seems to be 13 years old this year."

Yamu looked calm and looked at the three people in front of him quietly.

On the three of them, he felt the familiar spiritual thought, which belonged to the previous deceased. That kind of spiritual imprint could be ignored by others, but it was very clear to the powerful Amu.

He didn't say much, just raised his hand silently.

In his hand, a dagger was taken out, and there was a breath of divine power flickering in it.

"no no!"

The faces of the three became extremely ugly: "You can't"

"My father is!"

One of them tried to say something, but before he could finish his sentence, Yamu stabbed him with a dagger.

The poison took effect on him, causing his whole body to twitch.

This terrified the remaining two.

Without the slightest hesitation, they turned and ran.

Seriously, on the surface, they were both physically above Amu.

After all, Yamu now looks like just a twelve or thirteen-year-old child from the outside.

But size never meant strength.

As a priest, his power far exceeds that of ordinary people.

The two people in front of them both clearly knew this, so from the very beginning, they didn't have the idea of ​​actively confronting each other.

But it's a pity that although their movements are fast, they are still not as good as Yamu.

The dagger was swung, and the two were stabbed in an instant.

And as long as they were stabbed once, the toxin contained in the dagger would make them lose their ability to resist, directly collapsed to the ground, and then twitched all over, falling into extreme pain.

To be honest, it is undoubtedly quite painful to fall on the ground like this and twitch all over.

Although he was considered a scum to some extent, Yamu had no habit of abusing them, so he stepped forward and ended them directly.

As all of this, he turned around silently, ready to leave.

Outside the courtyard, densely packed guards were already standing.

It was the guard of the local lord.

"Mr Thorin."

In the hall, the magistrate looked at Yamu in front of him, and his face was a little ugly: "Someone accused you of killing three gentlemen including Mr. Derry by cruel means. Is this true?"

"Yes."

"Then do you have anything else to say?"

The magistrate looked at Yamu in front of him, and kept moving his brows, giving hints.

This is a small town court. As long as Yamu is willing to bow his head, make a proper statement, or even directly say that he is drunk, he can find a way to give Yamu a lighter trial as much as possible.

Even if he couldn't be acquitted in front of so many people, it would be the same if he had a lighter trial first and then found an excuse to release him later.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Yamu pondered for a moment, then shook his head, looked aside as if pointing: "No more."

In the distance, the old priest James looked sad.

He looked at Amu and wanted to say something, but in the end he just opened his mouth.

On the contrary, the relatives of the three young people shouted very loudly, and the scolding was quite ugly.

But as Yamu turned around and took a look there, their voices all stopped.

With the blessing of divine power, his sight seemed to reveal a majesty, which was far beyond what ordinary people could bear.

(End of this chapter)