Infinite Script Killing

"When the red light shines, the world is at peace. Kill the devils and ascend to heaven!"

I don't know who shouted this, but the women with swords rushed towards the muzzle of the gun, and naturally they were beaten into pieces.

After several rounds, some people finally realized that this was a way to die. They dispersed immediately and rushed into the surrounding shops and restaurants. No matter who was inside, they would kill anyone who dared to block the way. Before leaving, they did not forget to throw a fire. Burn the buildings to cover their retreat.

Xu Tong hid in the corner and watched. He saw fires burning everywhere and chicken feathers all over the ground. He couldn't help curling his lips and turned around to leave. After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard something. He glanced sideways and saw a foreigner hugging a man in the church. He ran out with a big bag and listened carefully to the faint cry for help coming from the bag.

"Huh!"

Xu Tong raised his brows, as if he had discovered something interesting. He watched the priest in black robes running out, and followed him silently and quietly as if melting into the darkness.

"These damn barbarians, God will punish them!" Harold looked back at the burned cathedral, and he wanted to catch these barbaric women and send them to a punishment center.

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

Thinking of this, Harold glanced at the 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 that everyone respects."

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

After saying that, no matter how hard the little guy in the bag struggled, he planned to walk towards the port with her on his back.

He has already contacted Caobang's cargo ship. As long as he reaches Tianjin along the North Canal, he can take a steamer from Tianjin to Europe. It will only take more than ten days to reach Europe.

When he thought of this, Harold's steps became lighter.

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

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 to the other man and shouted: "Create!"

"Headmaster, the things in the bag behind this guy are so strange."

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

Xu Tong looked over with the help of his Mingyan Qimen, and found that there were not only fishermen on the boat, but also many people hiding in it. There was a faint yellow aura in it, as if there were dragons hidden inside.

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

As for the bag that Daya was talking about, Xu Tong looked over it and although he couldn't see the destiny, he used his Qimen sense to find that the contents of the bag resonated strongly with the surrounding nature all the time.

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

Unlike the barefoot boatmen on the boat, these people wore tight-fitting military uniforms. Under the night, the blades on their hands shone brightly under the moonlight.

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

Hearing the ridicule, Harold first took two steps back, and then took a closer look. When he saw the faces of the group of people in front of him clearly through the moonlight, he was shocked.

"Mr. Long Wu!"

Harold recognized this man, and could even say that he was familiar with it, because his church was completed quickly with the generous funding of Long Wu.

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 looked at Long Wu and others with his mouth wide open.

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

Under the night, half of Long Wu's face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half 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 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 opium den, and got the protection of our Holy See, didn't I?"

Harold looked seriously and corrected Long Wu's statement.

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

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

Foreigners can be shareholders, let Chinese people manage it, and just pay monthly.

Only the capital side is different. Because of its own guarantee, all Longwu's properties are in the name of the church and there is no need to pay any company.

It was precisely because of the protection of the church that Long Wu's business was able to become a dominant one. In Harold's view, the little money Long Wu invested was nothing compared to the benefits gained.

"Well, what you said makes sense. Don't worry, I'm just here to give you a gift as a friend."

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

A smile suddenly broke out on Harold's face, and he stepped forward and gave Long Wu a big hug: "You are so generous, God will definitely bless you."

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

Harold was stunned for a moment. That happened a long time ago, and of course he didn't remember it.

While he was thinking, Harold suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He lowered his head and knocked, only to see a golden cross inserted into his heart.

Long Wu took off the cross from his chest and pushed Harold to the ground with a hard push: "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's eyes widened as he watched the sword-wielding warriors approaching. He let out a scream of fear, and suddenly 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 on his hands. Someone untied the sack that Harold brought with him to take a look.

Inside the sack was a little girl who looked seven or eight years old.

The girl looked at Harold who had been chopped up beyond recognition with horrified eyes, tears welling up in her eyes.

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

Long Wu spat coldly at Harold on the ground, stepped forward and pinched the girl's chin to examine her: "It's a pity, she's still a little beauty."

"My lord, please kill me."

An attendant from behind came over holding a knife, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he called Long Wu "Prince".

"What a pity it would be to kill him."

Long Wu rejected the attendant's idea, but changed his tone: "We will sink the ship together and treat it as a burial for Harold."

After saying that, he took the people off the boat.

The boatmen on both sides picked up hammers and chisels and soon dug a hole in the boat.

"Notify the Holy Mother of Red Lanterns and ask her people to 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 on the sedan.

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

Who would have thought that a dignified prince could run so many shady activities behind his back.

Looking at the sinking ship again, my mind moved and I jumped into the water.

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

I saw bubbling in the river, and a shadow covered with algae gradually emerged from the water: "Kind boy, is it this dead priest you are throwing away, or this ghost priest?"

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

The girl had never seen this scene before, and her nerves were already extremely frightened. At this moment, she simply fainted with a single sound.

"Why!"

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

But it didn't matter if he fainted from the fright, so as to save himself the trouble, he threw the body into the water, picked up the girl with one hand and jumped onto the water bank.

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

Just carry the girl and walk home.

When I got home, the servants at home were already awake. It wasn't because they were diligent, but because the master was going to the palace in a while to work on errands, and they had to prepare all the meals before he went out.

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

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

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

After handing the girl over to the maid, Xu Tong was about to walk to the room. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and glanced at the private room. He picked up a servant and pointed to the private room: "Mr., are you up? !”

"Old sir??"

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

PS: Sorry, there was something going on at home today, so I won’t be updating for the time being. I will wait a few days and continue to update.