Su Feng tried hard to digest the deep meaning of the other party's words, patted his chest, and said with lingering fear:

"You mean... the Pope is your father? His biological son?"

Hearing this, the saint's eyes obviously had a little sadness and resentment, and he said in a deep voice: "It's indeed my biological father, but I didn't expect... he would be so heartless!"

As the saying goes, a tiger will not eat any children if it is poisonous.

This is the first time they have seen a crazy guy like the Pope.

It seems that this guy has completely gone astray.

After hearing this, Su Feng made an important decision—

"Since that's the case, we can no longer show it in this image. I'm afraid that after tonight, many people will remember our appearance. The caravan's goal is still too obvious."

After hearing this, everyone agreed, but they did not come up with any good ideas.

Xu Changqing couldn't help asking, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I'm afraid... I can only feel sorry for everyone!" Su Feng smiled mysteriously.

......

Su Feng’s plan is not very clever.

The reason why he was not smart was that he abandoned all his horses and chose to walk.

At a normal speed, it takes about ten hours to walk a hundred miles, or fifty kilometers.

That is to say, they will travel ten hours a long distance on the plain before they can reach the temple.

But the clever plan is that you can get involved in various ascetics and go to Pusuka in troubled waters.

Soon, everyone found a group of poorly dressed villagers.

The other party had hundreds of people, and they were only tens of feet apart from them. They were also struggling and struggling in the plains.

But I didn't look good and I let out waves of wailing from time to time.

After seeing Su Feng and others, the other party seemed extremely excited, and met with them as if they had touched a life-saving straw.

Soon, the ragged villagers staggered towards them.

A thin old man was hunched over with his waist, dirty hair and face, and his body was filled with a moldy odor. His turbid eyes looked out from the chaotic hair covering his forehead, and his dry lips were trembling slightly: "Are you guys, be fine, please stutter..."

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other.

Seeing the villagers' scars, burning scars, and dirt-covered faces, I guessed that they should have suffered some unfair treatment.

Could it be that this group of people came to attend the temple celebration?

Su Feng took the kettle, skillfully unscrew the plug, turned it upside down and shook it hard.

The villagers widened their eyes excitedly, and some even wanted to pounce on them and compete for the possible fallen dew.

However, no drop of water flowed out.

Kakata patiently explained: "Old man, as you can see, we are also in troubled merchants, and were attacked on the road - not only were all the goods burned down, but even the horses that were transported for transportation were also captured."

"Oh." The old man sighed and said nothing.

"Old man, where are you from?" Kakata continued to ask.

The old man's eyes were slightly hot, and he wanted to cry but couldn't squeeze out his tears: "We all came from Tabe Village, and some people escaped from Mokuzhai."

He paused and continued, "A few days ago, the believers of the temple rushed into the village, burned, killed, looted under the banner of the saint, and did everything evil. Not only did they slaughter the village, they also set up a pile of 'pits' among the villages."
Chapter completed!