The voice is clear, but there is no emotional fluctuation, just like Qin Ran's plain expression.

The pale-faced ascetic monk's body was stiff, as if he was frozen.

The prophet who collapsed and cried no longer cried bitterly, but his soft sob was even more pitiful than before.

Two people who knew quite a lot of secrets could only make some instinctive reactions when they looked at Qin Ran standing in front of them.

As for more?

That is to hold back and not tremble.

The ascetic monk who was held back by the prophet and shared his vision of "prophecy", looked at the deserted wilderness shrouded in the darkness, and the despair in his heart appeared layer by layer.

Because, he could see what the darkness was.

Not natural darkness.

It doesn't belong to ordinary supernatural darkness.

What is there is ‘swallowing’!

The horror of devouring everything.

The dark monster is lazy and arrogant, but does not hide his hunger at all, just like a lofty god looking down on everything in the world.

And, disdainful.

The monk did not bend down after gritting his teeth.

However, this is the limit.

When a ray of flames appeared in the distance, the ascetic simply sat down on the ground.

A lava demon appeared in his wide eyes.

Unlike the dark monster.

The lava demon exuded a violent and chaotic aura all over his body.

There is no real approach.

He had already found that his mind was polluted, and evil whispers began to appear in his ears.

What's even more terrifying is...

He could not stop such changes.

The monk finally found out why his friend collapsed and cried.

Death is inevitable.

There was bitterness on the face of the ascetic.

He sat up straight hard, hoping to be calm when death comes.

If he can, he still wants to stand up.

But my legs are a little weak and I can't sit.

The lava demon is getting closer and closer.

Then……

Everything disappeared.

He returned to the church again.

Behind him was the prophet who was sobbing in a lowly position, and he maintained a decent sitting position.

There were no dark monsters in front of him, nor any lava demons.

Only Qin Ran is left.

A young man who looks ordinary and indifferent.

But this made the monks more and more understand that the other party was terrible.

Evil god!

The evil god who experienced death but escaped the cycle of reincarnation and woke up again!

Recalling the darkness and flames in his mind, the ascetic monk was very sure of the identity of the young man in front of him. After all, whether it was the darkness or flames, the evil aura on it could be determined almost without discernment.

Alas, is this our end?

The monk sighed in his heart, patted his friend's shoulder, and tried hard to calm his friend down.

Then, he tried his best to keep his body sitting on the ground straight and said:

"I saw the origin of you."

"I understand your identity, too."

“One of the many departing people.”

"Or one of the ones who should have been decayed."

"We cannot ask for anything from you, nor dare to ask for anything, but just ask you to abide by the ancient contract..."

As he spoke, a dagger appeared in the sleeve of the ascetic.

The dagger is not long, but not small.

The dagger blade is very wide, making it look a bit like a kitchen knife.

The monk pointed the dagger at his heart, and his voice became trembling.

“My soul will be your sacrifice.”

"Enjoy it with you!"

The weird dagger stabbed straight down.

But it didn't pierce the chest.

The prophet, full of tears and snot, held the monk's wrist in both hands and shook his head vigorously. The tears and snot scattered on the monk's patch, but the very clean robe.

Qin Ran took a step back silently.

I've seen something very disgusting.

But it doesn't mean I'm happy to contact.

After maintaining a safe distance, Qin Ran looked at the prophet.

"I saw your return and your resurrection."

"I saw what you were looking for, too."

“I hope to make a deal with you.”

The prophet whispered.

See what I'm looking for?

Suspicion flashed in Qin Ran's eyes.

To be honest, he didn't believe that the prophet in front of him had seen something. Even if he saw something, he would scare himself.

and……

He was still very scared.

However, this did not prevent Qin Ran from testing the other party.

"trade?"

Maintaining a quiet voice, Qin Ran asked slowly.

“Yes, deal!”

"I'll give you a message, it will point directly to your opponent...that opponent is what you're looking for, right?"

The prophet nodded vigorously, and the remaining snot was thrown out, stuck to the ascetic robe of the monk, pulling out a crystal clear but extremely sticky thread.

Qin Ran's eyes shifted unconsciously.

Then, I was surprised to find that the prophet in front of me seemed to know more than I imagined.

At least you should know some secret things.

And the so-called ‘opponent’?

Qin Ran didn't think the other party saw the 'broker'.

Not to mention the layers of protection set up by the ‘broker’ itself for himself should not be found by an ordinary prophet. If it is really so easy to find, the ‘broker’s’ grave grass is three meters high. Those who want to kill that bastard are really like a crucian carp crossing the river, endlessly.

The protection of the "huge city" alone is enough to make the prophets in front of you helpless.

What's more, how could a person who just sees his "surface"?

So, why do prophets say something like ‘accurate’?

Very simple.
To be continued...