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Chapter 552 - 147: Cao Gang Men in Snake Team, Qiansui Buried in Heroic Society - Part 2 (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 552: Chapter 147: Cao Gang Men in Snake Team, Qiansui Buried in Heroic Society - Part 2 (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2

Waves surged gently, and giant billows tumbled, roaring and obscuring the sky, unfathomably deep.

That was an ocean.

An ocean never seen by any man before!

"What’s that sound?" The priest behind heard a strange thumping noise and couldn’t help muttering as he looked back, worried that someone had fallen asleep and was snoring.

With his question, the noise abruptly ceased.

The priest breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn’t notice that the bishop in front of him had shuddered.

The bishop instantly regained his composure, the ocean in his eyes vanishing as if he had merely dozed off, smiling and saying, "I’m fine."

The priest looked puzzled.

What was the bishop talking about?

I didn’t ask you...

The priest didn’t dare to say more, watching as the bishop carefully signed his name and then saw him off as he left the dungeon.

Silently, he put away the file bag, spread it out on the table, and together with the other two clergy, took out the keys and unlocked the door of one of the cells in the northern row.

A nun was held in the cell, kneeling on the ground, hands clasped to her chest, silently praying.

"Lan Xin, according to the rules, you are free to leave."

Under the supervision of several clergy, the nun Lan Xin slowly walked out. She also pressed her handprint on the record, which meant the procedure was completed.

The Holy Court was the tribunal within the church, therefore the process was relatively simple. If it had been through the Judgement Department, it wouldn’t be so easy to be released, and the release of personnel had to be in a courtroom, in front of a bunch of prosecutors and judges, to be considered valid.

Lan Xin signed her name, looking at the record stating "related personnel not deceased," a trace of joy involuntarily shone in her eyes.

"Once you’ve pressed your handprint, it’s completed. Don’t talk carelessly once outside; don’t speak of what you shouldn’t, understand?" the priest reminded her.

"Mm. Thank you."

Lan Xin, who had been locked up for an extra day, wasn’t angry at all but felt jubilant and elated in her heart.

"The Star Goddess has heard my prayers, he’s not dead, he survived!"

From the state of her body, she clearly sensed feedback from within, knowing she had made a breakthrough.

Now she only needed to go through the corresponding "gradation ritual," which was to receive the second Curse Seal, and then she would officially advance to become a "Fallen Nun."

Two staff were responsible for escorting Lan Xin through the northern gate toward the passage to the Starry Church, leading her out of the dungeon.

The remaining priest closed the file, heaved a sigh, dried the ink of the archbishop’s freshly signed name, then affixed a label and archived it.

The three still wet inked characters were:

"Yu Mingluan."

Inside the Dawn Church hall.

Bishop Yu Mingluan came up from the dungeon, returning to the confession room above, and dove into the narrow cabin, continuing to forcefully confess before the holy light of the sun.

Scratch scratch scratch, the sound of nails scratching continued.

After a long while, a tall silhouette approached.

He stood upright, unyielding, like a giant, moving close to the confession room from which the scratching sounds emanated, and asked in a low voice:

"What happened in the east?"

"Why aren’t you responding to messages?"

"What do those three characters mean?"

Three consecutive questions.

Yu Mingluan did not answer, but the scratching noise slowed.

After a long while, a long, trembling sigh came from inside.

"I heard, the voice of the Lord!"

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Right now, Xu Shu didn’t know that changes caused by him were beginning to ferment violently.

Because he was busy killing people.

Would he just let the other party shoot him?

Of course not.

He reasoned that he should be able to withstand bullets from such a small pistol, but who knew if they would be equipped with special bullets designed to take down a Transcendent?

A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall!

Xu Shu displayed a posture that epitomized speed was paramount in martial arts, purposely to provoke them into shooting.

Two burly men indeed fell for it, forgetting to retreat. Acting as told, they drew their pistols, preparing to pump Xu Shu full of lead, to let this Transcendent feel the power of modern firearms.

However, the next moment, Xu Shu moved dishonorably in inverse martial arts decency and struck first.

During the instant they drew their guns, his left hand swung, an elbow strike precisely hitting the face of the man on the left, shattering his entire jaw.

The man on the right glinted sharply in his eyes, the instant kill of his companion startled him, but at the same time, he felt fortunate.

The opportunity had come!

Holding his gun with both hands, he was about to pull the trigger.

But the next moment, Xu Shu’s right hand unexpectedly pierced between his arms to his chin, pushing up towards the wall.

"What...!"

The man’s face changed dramatically, but it was too late, his head heated up in an instant.

Thud!

Red blood and gray brain matter splattered together, like an exploding watermelon.

"This blood is not fresh enough."

In an instant, killing two people without a drop of blood on him, Xu Shu’s face showed no expression.

Just two ordinary people, not counting guns, ten of them wouldn’t be able to touch a hair of his.

The real trouble was the other fellows upstairs.

There were Transcendents among them.

Xu Shu stepped over the corpses, his steps light, heading upstairs.

He looked around the fourth floor, finding no changes. Only room 405 was vacant, with blood and traces of a struggle, but no bodies to be seen.

The blood in Xu Shu’s room had seeped down from here.

Continuing to the fifth floor, he found that the residents had disappeared.

The sixth floor was also empty.

In contrast, none of the residents downstairs were missing, only those on the fifth and sixth floors were affected. Xu Shu narrowed his eyes, recalling some not-so-pleasant experiences.