Chapter 1720 Fear

The prophet's face suddenly changed, and he staggered, as if he was about to fall.

However, the people around him were already prepared for this.

Two people walked out of the crowd, supported the prophet from the left and the right, and helped him to the chair so that he could sit against the chair.

Everyone looked at the prophet with bated breath.

Especially Li Jiajia.

She almost became a prophet.

However, the girl at this moment only felt happy.

Let me eat hair, nails, and blood... I might as well be dead!

Luckily I became a chef.

The girl's scalp was numb as she thought.

Qin Ran looked at the prophet with interest.

This is not the first time he has seen similar characters.

The ‘Earth God’ Nikelei and Lady Thorns are similar existences.

But these two beings were obviously much better than the prophets in front of them. At least, Kieran had never seen Nikelei or Lady Thorn needing to eat hair, nails, or blood when making predictions.

Both look at the results from a higher attitude.

Nikelei, Kieran doesn’t know much about her yet.

Ms. Thorns, Qin Ran was taken into the river of ‘destiny’ by her.

"One is looking down from a high place."

"The other one is..."

"Jump up and look outside the wall?"

Kieran commented.

The advantages and disadvantages of the two can be distinguished at a glance.

The former is extremely easy and you can see the whole situation at a glance, but the latter requires all your efforts. Not only does you need to 'jump' high enough, but you also need the 'wall' not to be too high.

As a prophet recognized by the 'herders' and various families.

The strength is obviously still there.

After this state lasted for about a minute, the other party calmed down. Although his face was slightly pale, he was still normal and could speak freely.

"I saw something."

"not much."

"But it can prove that Lord Victor was framed!"

The prophet's voice was not loud, but in the silence around him, everyone could hear it clearly.

"Framed?"

"Isn't it his plan?"

"Isn't it the treasure trove around the city that he stole?"

There was a lot of discussion around him, and even the eldest lady of the Songshi family looked at him with suspicion.

Because, according to Kieran's inference at that time, there was no one else but Victor.

How is this going?

The eldest lady of the Songshi family looked at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

I really don’t know how this prophet came to this conclusion.

What did the other party really see?

Or are you talking nonsense?

Judging from the fact that the other party can gain the trust of the 'Herder' and various families, the former is undoubtedly more worthy of confidence, but... he did all of this.

Could it be that the other party saw... him?

Qin Ran's face didn't change at all, his eyes looked at the prophet calmly.

The prophet continued as if unaware:

"Lord Victor did not steal the treasure trove of Ring City, nor did he steal the private treasury of the three kings."

"This is all an arrangement by an unknown black hand."

"They did it very covertly..."

"I can only see this bit, the rest, I can't see clearly."

After saying this, the prophet remained silent.

The people around him also fell silent.

After a while, some people, strange people, and weird people left quietly.

They, they came after Victor for the wealth around the city. Now that it is gone, there is no need to stay.

The only difference is that some people and weirdos left quietly, while others apologized to Victor and then left.

For example, the Songshi family.

"I'm sorry, Lord Victor."

"We shouldn't doubt you."

The housekeeper expressed his shame to Victor.

Victor waved his hand calmly.

He lost his memory and couldn't remember what happened. As long as he could still live peacefully and without danger, that would be the best.

He already had it, what else could he ask for?

It would be even better if the memory could be found!

In response, Victor looked at Kieran with confidence.

The eldest lady of the Songshi family came close to Qin Ran at this time.

"You seem to be stronger!"

"Awakened some abilities or memories?"

Song Shi inquired.

Qin Ran didn't answer, just looked at the other person calmly.

This made the young lady twist her body unnaturally.

She always felt like there was a big invisible hand trying to grab the back of her neck.

It’s hard not to talk about it.

It also made her a little ashamed.

"snort!"

"You're just as annoying when you're awake."

"You should learn from your brother, otherwise, no lady will like you like this."

With a cold snort, the eldest lady of the Songshi family walked out quickly.

After Fuyi expressed his apology again, he quickly followed.

As the largest family in the surrounding cities, the departure of the Songshi family naturally represents an extremely strong signal. Those people and weirdos who were still waiting and watching finally dispersed.

Soon, only Kieran and his party, Anna, Whiterick and the Prophet were left in the restaurant.

Kieran looked at Anna, Whiterick and the Prophet.

Clearly, they still had something to say.

"Any secrets?"

Anna asked.

"No."

The prophet shook his head.

"As literally as it says?"

Anna asked again.

"Um."

"As it literally says."

The prophet nodded.

call.

There was no abnormality in the scope of abilities, which made Anna let out a long breath. Joy appeared on his face, and he stepped in front of Victor and said simply:

"That's great, Victor!"

"It's really not you!"

"Don't worry, I will restore your reputation."

The sincerity in Anna's words infected Victor, and even though Victor didn't care at this time, he also smiled.

Then Anna, Whiterick, and the Seer left.

"If you delay other people's business, shouldn't you be given additional compensation?"

Li Jiajia, who watched the other party leave, said rudely.

"It should be included in this, right?"

Victor pointed to the box.

"This is yesterday's compensation, but today's compensation is obviously not there."

Li Jiajia said very rudely.

Yi Yiyi nodded in agreement.

"That's right."

"Those guys made this place such a mess, we have to clean it again before we can open."

"I don't want our guests to get anything bad here."

Ms. Ghost expressed her position righteously.

Victor scratched his head.

Even if he had no memory, he felt that he should shut up.

Subconsciously, Victor looked at Kieran, hoping to ask what Kieran was going to do today. But at this moment, Victor discovered that Kieran had disappeared without knowing it.

"Where has your highness gone?"

Victor asked.

"Most of the time the boss doesn't care."

"Except for sitting here at night, the teacher is in charge of the rest."

"We need to clean up here and then go buy some ingredients - the teacher and the ingredient suppliers have already agreed that even if it is afternoon, the freshest ones will be left for us."

Li Jiajia said naturally.

Victor and You, who had just joined, nodded repeatedly.

…

Whiterick sat in the driver's seat, Anna sat in the passenger seat, and the prophet sat in the back seat.

Cold sweat broke out from the prophet's forehead.

His hands were shaking unconsciously.

Why?

Why is there such a terrifying existence?

How could such a terrifying existence appear in this 'abandoned place'?

He asked himself unconsciously.

His heart twitched every time he asked.

The pain spread unconsciously.

He felt like he was suffocating.

A touch of warmth appeared next to him, and the prophet raised his head and looked at Anna with a soft light blooming in his hand, and gratitude appeared on his face.

"Thank you, thank you."

The prophet said with difficulty.

"this is what we are supposed to do."

"After all, your prophecy saved us from many disputes."

"In the same way, we need to consider your body."

Anna said seriously.

As one of the top leaders of the Shepherd, Anna is very clear about what the prophet in front of her consumes and undertakes every time he makes a prediction or divination.

If it weren't for the importance of Victor's matter, he would never ask for help.

He is not a person who has no regard for other people's lives.

Even if he paid enough.

"Thanks."

The prophet thanked him again, but he hid the words in his heart 'in the shadow of his words'.

When Anna turned her head to look forward, the prophet lowered his head slightly to hide his guilt.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it.

Yes, I can't say.

Once said.

Not only would he not be able to survive, but no one who heard the news would be able to survive.

"Put me there in the church."

"I need to go to an old friend to recuperate."

The prophet spoke.

"OK."

Whiterick nodded, left and turned around.

There are many churches in Ai City, but the only one that can be mentioned by the prophet is the oldest one, which is managed by an unknown old man.

The other party is neither a priest nor a priest, but an ascetic-like existence.

The herder investigated several times and after confirming that the other party was not in danger, he gave the other party permission to move freely.

The car drove into a secluded alley.

A building with a stone exterior caught Whiterick's eye.

It’s not a church with a spire or a dome in people’s minds.

It is a flat-roofed building similar to a residential building.

In fact, except for the permanent candles and similar statues in the building, this place has nothing to do with the church at all.

Rejecting Anna's help, the prophet got out of the car.

"I will deposit the reward into your account immediately."

"Do you have any other orders?"

Anna asked politely.

"Lady Anna, I suggest you go to the northern suburbs of Ai City."

"There's the person you've been looking for lately."

The prophet said with a smile.

"The person I've been looking for?"

Ana was stunned for a moment, then asked overjoyed.

"Is it my attending physician?"

“Thank you so much!”

After seeing the prophet nodding, Anna thanked him and immediately got in the car, signaling Whiterick to go to the northern suburbs.

Looking at the direction in which the car disappeared, the prophet sighed, quickened his pace, and walked into the church.

His old friend was testing the only altar. After seeing him, a trace of astonishment appeared on his old face, and then there was an inexplicable feeling of despair.

"You noticed it too?"

asked the ascetic.

"Um."

"So, I'm here."

said the prophet.

"You shouldn't have come."

The ascetic monk put down his cleaning tools, walked to the front of the altar, knelt down, and prayed in a low voice several times, then raised his hand, pointed at the statue, and pointed at the many candles hidden in the altar. In the middle, the one that went out.

The prophet saw at a glance the cracked idol and the candle that was supposed to be unextinguished.

The other party's expression changed drastically again.

Even, there is no master of six gods.

"what to do?"

"what to do?"

the prophet asked in a low voice.

It is both a question to the ascetics and a question to myself.

But neither the ascetic monk nor himself had any answer. He could only look at the statue.

This is a somewhat abstract, humanoid statue.

There should have been a trace of solemn beauty, but the gap that split from the middle and penetrated the entire statue made this solemn beauty disappear.

Even the little bit of magic disappeared.

"Do you see him, her, it or Him?"

asked the ascetic.

"Um."

"The breaths of hell, abyss, and the dead are mixed together."

"The Devil Lord, the Devil Lord, and the Lord of the Undead are all possible."

"Can……"

"I saw something else!"

When the prophet said this, his body trembled.

"other?"

The ascetic turned his head.

"A monster of pitch-black boundlessness!"

"The power to corrupt the world into evil!"

"A fate entangled with death!"

The prophet trembled when he said a word. After finishing speaking, his whole body seemed to collapse. The ascetic monk raised his hand and placed it on the other person's head, praying in a low voice.

It took a long while before the prophet came back to his senses.

"It shouldn't exist this long!"

"The old gods have long since decayed."

"The outer gods are leaving."

"There's nothing attractive about this place anymore!"

"Why is it coming?"

the prophet roared

"Maybe this is fate?"

"clam down."

"We can't stop it, and we don't have the ability to interfere, so let's wait quietly."

"Is this the end?"

"Or is it another start?"

The ascetic monk said calmly.

However, this calmness was immediately interrupted by sneers.

"I don't want to know the end or the beginning!"

"I just want to know..."

"Where did my treasure go?"

Dressed in black and luxurious clothes, and wearing a crown inlaid with bright gems, the King of Pigs strode closer.

When he was about to enter the chapel, the ascetic monk who had always looked calm stood up and shouted in a low voice:

"Get out of here, blasphemer!"

Accompanied by such low shouts, secret texts appeared on the walls of the entire chapel, with golden brilliance, gathering into an invisible force, rejecting the entry of the King of Pigs.

"snort."

"If that stone hadn't cracked, you could still have stopped me."

"But, it broke!"

"What are you doing to stop me?"

King Xiu said disdainfully.

Then, it saw the pale-faced ascetic and the prophet who had just calmed down, and collapsed again to the point of bursting into tears.

Suddenly, the King of Pigs became more and more disdainful.

It had long known how miserable this place was, but it didn't expect it to decline to such an extent.

However, the King of Pigs soon discovered something was wrong.

The pale-faced ascetic kept looking behind it.

Although the prophet who collapsed into tears covered his face, his sight range should also be behind him.

But how is this possible?

In its perception, there should be no one behind it!

There was also no warning about the amulet given by King Qi!

scam!

Childish scam!

The King of Pigs thought so.

However, its head twisted back involuntarily.

It didn't see clearly what was behind it.

Because, a slender and powerful palm pressed on its face.

call!

The crimson flames that had been gathering momentum for a long time erupted in the palm of his hand, instantly annihilating the King of Pigs.

Qin Ran walked forward slowly and passed by the blazing King of the Pig.

The golden spells shattered one after another when Qin Ran stepped forward.

He walked up to the pale-faced ascetic and the prophet who covered his face and cried, and asked:

"What are you afraid of?"