After admiring the brilliant fireworks created by a monster who dedicated his life, the reaction of the second generation was very interesting, especially the leader Angela, who had a face like a bewitching banshee, and her expressions changed, which was simply wonderful .
They are regarded as extraordinary people now, and they are involved with the "Hastu Club", so they obviously know a lot.
So they all knew that the voice that seemed to be hallucinatory just now represented a big man.
Holy Penitent!
Martin Sims!
One of the legendary Twelve Saints, who almost became the legendary powerhouse of mythical characters.
Before coming into contact with Chaofan, the second generation only regarded it as absurd legend.
But now, they themselves are rapidly evolving, so they can naturally realize that many legends and myths in the mysterious side have traces to follow.
Nearly ten second generations froze in place.
Even if there is no movement, they dare not move.
A powerful monster was so easily set off as a firework. They were a few little shrimps, and they were crushed to death in minutes.
At this time, they couldn't believe the guarantee from the club. It was not safe to be immune to "evil detection" and not to be afraid of "light of repentance".
Their "stupid" appearance completely fell into Tang Qi's eyes.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was late at night and it was not appropriate to make too much noise, he should have laughed out loud at this time.
The second generations didn't notice it because they were in it, but Tang Qi could see it clearly.
That voice, indeed, came from Martin Sims.
To be precise, it should be His Excellency the Confessor, a power of projection left in the gem.
When it is detected that the monster is showing signs of getting out of trouble, and the monster fails the judgment again, the scene just now will happen.
As for the Confessor himself, what happened
This problem is obviously beyond Tang Qi's level.
There is so little information that it is impossible to even speculate.
The only confirmed thing is probably the collapse of the human design.
"It is said that His Excellency the Holy Confessor is an extremely noble and upright ascetic. He even refuses to accept the church's canonization ceremony because his ideas are inconsistent with the Church of Light, even though everyone knows that he is the Holy Confessor. By."
"It sounds like an upright and rigid old man who is awe-inspiring."
"But it's hard to explain the scene just now. It's clearly an old man with a childlike innocence who likes to play tricks on monsters and greedy people."
Tang Qi muttered a few words, and then glanced at the second generation who were sluggish in place because of the confessor's "coquettish operation", smiled gloatingly, then closed the curtains, and turned around on the meditation carpet.
Tonight, there should be no excitement to watch in the follow-up.
Those second generations are not scared out of their psychological shadows, it's not bad.
And when they go back to report to the club, it will obviously cause some chain reactions, at least it will be peaceful for a day or two, Tang Qi guessed.
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Tang Qi did not immediately enter a state of meditation.
Instead, I thought about the purpose of the Hastu Club.
They are staring at the seal of the penitent.
So is it because of those numbered treasure maps of the Path of Repentance
So, the club was also used by the black hands behind the scenes
The extremely reckless and conspicuous behavior of the second generation tonight actually had a taste of trying to hide it.
It just revealed a true or false unknown purpose of the club, looking for a certain monster or evil god who was sealed by the confessor
The second generation may just be a cover on the bright side.
It's hard to believe that such an important matter, the club will hand it over to a few second generations who are not smart and have just entered the mysterious side.
"Perhaps, I should go to the library tomorrow to look up books about confessors, for example, or something, to see if I can find any evil gods or monsters related to the Hastu Club?"
Along with the last thought, there was some information about the club.
The seeds of the evil god... the polluters... the pool of pollution... the co-lord... It seems that they are all conspicuous, and some clues may be found.
After thinking about tomorrow's arrangements, Tang Qi stopped guessing, calmed down his thoughts, and quickly entered a state of meditation.
The next day, early in the morning.
Tang Qi prepared breakfast for himself as usual, and while he was eating, he received another call from Stana.
The conflict was still escalating, and this time it was the Mellon family who took revenge.
A rich man, his entire family was also massacred.
The tycoon heavily funded Gary Ross' campaign for mayor of Mercer, though there is no evidence he was a member of the Hastu Club.
But on the mysterious side, there is never any need to find any evidence.
The fierce resistance that erupted that night also proved that the Mellon family had made the right choice.
Hearing from Stana, Hall was even angrier.
In addition to the lack of cooperation between the two parties, the reason was that Sith, an old knight, disappeared as soon as he entered Mercer City.
Hall didn't suspect that Sith would have an accident, but he was angry that he couldn't find a strong helper at the critical moment.
It is obviously impossible for him alone to deter the club and the Mellon family at the same time.
After hanging up the phone, Tang Qiru thought as he did last night.
Quickly packed up, left the small brick building, and headed to the Moses Library.
When he turned to lock the door, he took a special look at the bell tower area from the corner of his eye, and the big pit had disappeared.
I took another look at the lawn, fountain area, bloodstains and other things in the main campus, and it was also cleaned up.
Against the crowd of high school students, some voices of discussion were heard when they left the campus.
"It is said that last night those life winners had a party again and had a great time."
"Yeah, when I woke up, I forgot everything, I couldn't be happier."
"I'm so envious, I want to join that circle too."
"Hehe, do you have ten thousand blessings in your family? That's the entry condition!"
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"It seems to have been handled well, and I look forward to your follow-up performances."
Tang Qi muttered with a smile, then boarded a bus, and after a few stops was the Mercer Library.
Soon, Tang Qi's figure appeared in a building that looked magnificent, solemn, and full of humanistic atmosphere.
As far as the eye can see, there are huge bookshelves and a huge number of books.
Tang Qi was familiar with the road, and entered an area that should be rarely visited by people, the book collection area related to occultism.
But this time, I saw quite a few figures.
After a hasty glance, Tang Qi didn't find a Transcendent, but some strange auras appeared on several people.
"It should be some people who came into contact with weirdness by accident and came here to find the answer."
Tang Qi didn't care, he just walked quickly under the bookshelves, his eyes glanced over, and at the same time, he quickly took down some books with his other hand.
Soon, he carried a large pile of books and walked towards the reading area. In his hand was,,,... .
In the evening, Tang Qi left the library.
He didn't borrow any new books, and he didn't plan to come again tomorrow. He checked all the books he could look up throughout the day. Although he had some gains, it was still far from the information he wanted to see. I was not discouraged either, after all, I didn't have much expectations.
It's not bad to have a little harvest.
In Tang Qi's mind, thinking about the clues he got from the books mixed with a lot of useless information, he hailed a taxi and headed to the suburbs.
Tonight, he has another event.
The Transcendent Bazaar is about to open again.