After appreciating the brilliant fireworks completed by a monster dedicating his life, the reactions of the second generation were very interesting, especially Angela, who was in charge, had a charming face like a banshee, and her expression changed, which was extremely wonderful.

They are now considered extraordinary people, and they are involved in the "Hastu Club", so obviously they know nothing less.

So they all knew very well that the sound that seemed to be an illusion just now actually represented a big man.

Saint Confessor!

Martin Sims!

One of the twelve saints in the legend is almost a legendary powerful man who is a mythical figure.

Before coming into contact with extraordinary things, the second generation only regarded that as a ridiculous legend.

But now, they are all evolving rapidly, and naturally they can realize that many legends and myths in the mysterious side are traceable.

Nearly ten second generations, they are still in place.

Even if there is no movement, they dare not move.

A powerful monster was easily set off as fireworks, and they were crushed to death in minutes.

At this time, they couldn't believe the guarantee from the club, that immunity to "evil detection" and no need to fear the "light of confession" are not safe.

Their "silly" appearance completely fell into Tang Qi's eyes.

If it is not for the late night, it is not advisable to make too much noise. He should laugh out loud at this time.

The second generation was in it, so they didn't notice it, and Tang Qi could see it clearly.

That sound indeed came from Martin Sims.

To be precise, it should be a projection force left in the gem by the Lord Confessor.

If the monster is detected that it is showing signs of escape and the monster fails to pass the judgment again, the scene just now will happen.

As for the confessor, what happened to him?

This problem is obviously not something that Tang Qi can reach.

There is so little information that there is no way to even speculate.

The only thing that is confirmed is probably the collapse of the character.

"The Chinese say that the Holy Confessor is an extremely noble and upright ascetic. He even disagrees with the Church of Light because of his ideas that he is unwilling to accept the canonization ceremony of the church, even though everyone knows that he is the Holy Confessor."

"It sounds like an upright and rigid old man who makes people respectful."

"But that scene just now is hard to explain. It is clearly an old man who is still childish and likes to tease monsters and greedy people."

Tang Qi muttered a few words, then glanced at the second generation who were stunned and dared not move because of the "sexy operation" of the confessor. He smiled gloatingly, then pulled up the curtains and turned around the carpet for meditation.

Tonight, there should be no fun to watch later.

It would be great if those second generations were not scared out of their psychological shadows.

When they go back and report to the club, it will obviously cause some chain reaction, at least it will be peaceful for one or two days, Tang Qi guessed.

Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Donqi did not immediately enter a meditation state.

Instead, he thought about the purpose of Hastu Club.

They are eyeing the seal of the confessor.

So are the reasons why those numbered treasure maps of the road to confession?

So, the club was also exploited by the mastermind behind the scenes?

Tonight's extremely reckless and conspicuous actions actually have a taste of wanting to cover up.

It just revealed the unknown purpose of the club, and is looking for a monster or evil god sealed by the confessor?

The second generation may be just an open guise.

It is hard to believe that such an important thing will be handed over to a few second generations who are not smart and have just entered the mysterious side.

"Maybe, tomorrow I should go to the library to check books about the confessors, such as, or something, to see if I can find evil gods or monsters related to Hastu Club?"

Along with the last thought, there is some information about the club.

The seeds of evil gods...the polluters...the pool of pollution...the co-owners...all seem to be very conspicuous, and some clues may be found.

After thinking about tomorrow's arrangements, Tang Qi did not continue to guess, restrained his thoughts, and quickly entered a state of meditation.

The next day, early in the morning.

Tang Qi prepared breakfast for himself as usual. As he was eating, he received another call from Stena.

The conflict is still escalating, and this time the revenge is replaced by the Mellon family.

A rich man, his entire family was also slaughtered.

The rich man had made great contributions when Gary Ross ran for Mayor of Moser, although there was no evidence that he was a member of the Hastu Club.

But the mysterious side never needs to find any evidence.

The violent resistance that broke out that night also proved that the Mellon family had chosen the right choice.

After hearing from Stena, Hall got even more angry.

In addition to the discooperation between the two sides, the old knight Sith, who disappeared as soon as he entered Moser City.

Hall didn't suspect that something might happen to the Sith, but he was angry that he couldn't find a powerful helper at critical moments.

He alone is obviously impossible to deter the club and the Mellon family at the same time.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Qi thought as he thought last night.

I quickly packed up, left the brick and stone building, and headed to the Moser Library.

When turning around and locking the door, I took a special look at the bell tower area with my own light, and the pit had disappeared.

I glanced at the lawn, fountain area, blood and other things on the main campus, and it was also very cleanly processed.

Against the crowd of high school students, I heard some discussions when I left the campus.

"It is said that those life winners had a party again last night and had a very good time."

"Yes, when I woke up, I forgot everything, and I couldn't be happier."

"I really envious, I want to join that circle, too."

"Haha, do you have ten thousand gods in your family? That's the entry condition!"

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"It seems that the handling is good, and I look forward to your subsequent performances."

Tang Qi smiled and muttered, then walked on a bus, and after a few stops, the Moser Library.

Soon, Tang Qi's figure appeared in a building that looked magnificent, solemn, and full of humanistic atmosphere.

Within the sight, there are huge bookshelf and a large number of books.

Tang Qi was familiar with the road and entered a collection of books about mystics that should have been rarely visited by anyone.

But this time, I saw a lot of people.

After a quick glance, Tang Qi did not find a superman, but there were some strange auras on several people.

"It should be some people who accidentally came into contact with weird people and came here to find the answer."

Tang Qi didn't care. He just walked quickly under the bookshelf, his eyes swept over, and his other hand quickly took off some books.

Soon, he walked towards the reading area with a lot of books in his hand,...

In the evening, Tang Qi left the library.

He did not borrow new books, and he did not intend to continue to come tomorrow. He checked all the books he could read throughout the day. Although he had gained some gains, he was still far from the information he wanted to see. He was not discouraged, after all, he did not have too much expectations.

It's already good to have some gains.

In his mind, Tang Qi thought about the clues obtained from the books mixed with a large number of useless information, and at the same time he called a taxi to go to the suburbs.

Tonight, he has another event.
Chapter completed!