The holy light marrow was placed in a glass bottle, the milky white liquid fluorescent, and there was amazing life energy inside, as if there was a light elves rolling in it. Wang Qinian even felt its nature blending with the holy light, and it was indeed able to heal Tina's injuries. Wang Qinian wanted to take it to his hands immediately, but he also knew that it was unrealistic.

The two little insects quietly stopped on the shelves on both sides of the bottle. Wang Qinian thought, the two little insects had seven or eight days left, but their lifespan was shrinking rapidly in a blink of an eye, and their vitality was rapidly transforming into venom. This is a more sinister method in the insect worm technique. When the vitality is left for two days, the transformation stops, and quietly lies there and moves. Wang Qinian retracts his consciousness. He did not rest. There was no light in the room, but his eyes were green.

The next morning, he came to St. John's Cathedral, where Gibran and Gerald were waiting for him. Yesterday, Gibran had reached a tacit understanding with Gerald and was preparing to embezzle the funds, of course he had to get the money in advance.

When he saw Wang Qinian coming, he was overjoyed and immediately met him. Gibran smiled and said, "Dear Lord Frank, he is indeed a believer, please."

Wang Qinian also smiled and said, "I can't wait to be called an adult, I am so kind to those heretics Creator. If it were me, I would have sent them to hell long ago."

Gibran and Gerald smiled and said, "It is true that they are heresy. Some people can still recognize their mistakes. The Pope is very kind and said that since they are the sons of the founder, they will give them a way out."

While saying that, he invited Wang Qinian inside and entered a side room. Someone had already come in and poured coffee. Gibran smiled and said, "You need to see the ideological and influence center, but it is very cautious here. You must go over and report it before you can enter. Gerald has passed. If you don't mind, drink a cup of coffee here first."

Wang Qinian said seriously: "This is what it should be. We must be so careful about heresy. According to me, don't reason with heresy at all. Sending them to hell earlier is the right way."

He picked up the coffee with his hand, frowned, and said, "I don't drink coffee. Can you change me a cup of water?"

"It's mine. I didn't expect that the adults were used to it." Gibran explained with a smile. He turned his head and said to the waiter, "Go and change the adults a glass of water."

The waiter responded and said he was gone. At this moment, Wang Qinian's hand moved slightly, and the cup in front of him moved slightly, and a black light appeared. When he turned around, everything had returned to normal.

The waiter came back and changed Wang Qinian a cup of water. Wang Qinian picked up the cup, Gibran also picked up the coffee and took a sip of it. Wang Qinian took a sip of water and was surprised that it was extremely pure. It was ice water from the North Pole of the mainland. A small official in the prison of a small sacred Eton. He actually enjoyed it like this. It was indeed so luxurious. Needless to say, the water used to make coffee should also be this kind of water. I don’t know how much it will take to transport this water to Eton. During the transportation, it is even more difficult and dangerous, and sometimes people will die.

Wang Qinian had heard of the luxury of the sect before, but he didn't believe it. When he saw it today, he realized that the sect was true. The sect was extremely corrupt, but it was still high. Wang Qinian couldn't help but feel anger in his heart. However, he knew why he was coming, and there was a smile on his face, but the muscles in the corners of his mouth hopped twice.

"It's indeed a good water, and the holy Eton is well-known." Wang Qinian said.

Gibran waved his hand, the waiter retreated and closed the door. Gibran smiled and said, "This is nothing. Eton is the only one in the world, the kingdom of heaven on earth."

Wang Qinian also smiled and looked at his eyes. He just felt something was wrong. A heat in his abdomen surged. He looked at Wang Qinian blankly. The green light in Wang Qinian's eyes was soaring. This was a kind of hypnosis technique, similar to the hypnosis technique on earth, but the effect was thousands of times stronger. Moreover, Wang Qinian had already done the trick before, and wiggled his will in his coffee, which weakened his will to the extreme, so that he could easily succeed.

Wang Qi gave a young command, gave him a series of instructions, and then said, "When you hear my fingers, you will wake up and forget everything you have just now."

Wang Qinian snapped his fingers, and Gibran woke up like a dream. He had no idea that he had been ordered by Wang Qinian. He smiled and said, "When Gerald comes later, we will go to the underground prison to see what those heretics look like."

After saying that, he drank the cup of coffee in one go. Wang Qinian took another sip of the cup of clear water and smiled faintly.

After a while, Gerald came back, and he smiled and pushed the door in. "Have you agreed?" asked Gibran.

"Okay, we've dealt with everywhere, just waiting for us," said Gerald.

Wang Qinian followed them into the dungeon. Gibran was not the head of the prison, and the head did not show up. He heard that he was having fun to torture the prisoners. Gibran asked everyone else to take his place and lead the way himself. As soon as Gerald entered the dungeon, he went to the second floor. He was responsible for the second floor, while Gibran was the general manager. There were nine general managers in total, and there were only one chief manager. In the first floor, some heretics who made minor mistakes, and some even losers in the internal struggle of the church.

Wang Qinian frowned: "You are too kind to heresy."

"Don't worry, we have seven layers here, the first layer is just a few small heretics. When you arrive at the seventh layer, you will see those heretics, in our hands, you cannot survive or die."

"Okay, I'll wait and see." A kind of fanaticism appeared in Wang Qinian's eyes. Gibran felt that this was normal, and this was what a monk should have.

In the third floor, when passing through a hidden magic array node, a palm-sized thing quietly stuck to a corner, quickly turning into the same corner as the corner, and the time was set to Midnight Twelve, and Gibran did not pay attention. Even if he saw it, he was quickly forgotten. ** technique is not a good thing, but a real value.

Walking along the way, Wang Qinian saw a skinny man inside through the small hole in the door. He couldn't see his age clearly and sat upright. He was wearing handcuffs on his hands and shackles on his feet. His eyes were closed and he stared open his eyes suddenly. Seeing Wang Qinian looking at him, his eyes were exposed and he was about to pounce on him, but the chains on his body lit up the holy light, and black smoke rose from his body, roaring, and the holy light was great.

Wang Qinian's eyes showed fanaticism: "Okay, that's what you have to do. You should roar in front of me, you should die." As he raised his hand, a shiny holy light suddenly appeared and was hitting him. He screamed and flew over with a bang. Gibran's eyes showed satisfaction.

"He is a necromancer, Sean, known as the King of Blood Prison, who has killed hundreds of clergymen and should have been on the stolen stand, but he has a treasure, which is the founder of the founder of the search-house. He refused to say it, so it has been left to this day." Gibran said.

Wang Qinian was secretly amused in his heart. It turned out that he wanted his treasure and said it with such a righteous saying that they were already the only one.

Wang Qinian followed him to the lower level. As soon as they walked, Sean suddenly turned over and showed a strange expression on his face. Because the holy light was all hit on the iron chain, the divine pattern became incomplete, which fundamentally destroyed the divine pattern. This chain should be ruined. It only took a few hours. Sean was sure to break the holy power on it, but did he do it intentionally or unintentionally? If he did this intentionally, there would definitely be a big action. If he did it unintentionally, it would not be a bad thing for Sean. He would give him a glimmer of hope.

The prisoner was torturing a person in a cell on the sixth floor, tearing off his flesh and blood. He tortured a handsome man, no, a vampire. As the black smoke surged out, he was cursing. The prisoner laughed gloomyly and his voice was like a night owl, forming a picture of hell execution.

Wang Qienian and Gibran came to this room. Wang Qienian said, "This dirty creature has not been purified yet." He was very dissatisfied.

The vampire shouted: "What can I do if the Creator Bishop is despicable and shameless, go out to several great knight-level masters?"

But the prisoner stared at Wang Qinian gloomyly. Wang Qinian seemed to be stimulated by a vampire and shouted: "Dirty creature, you are not worthy of being in the world, I purify you!" After that, a holy light lit up and fell directly into the vampire. The vampire twisted its body, and the iron chain grew rapidly and also emitted a holy light. The holy light fell on him. In an instant, it was like fiery steel piercing into the cold water, and black smoke rose.

The vampire's body was shocked and she smiled strangely: "Low humans, what can you do to me?"

At this time, Wang Qinian's holy light was almost exhausted. The prison head took action and said coldly with a bang: "Don't meddle in other people's business." After that, he ignored them.

Gibran quickly laughed and said, "This vampire refuses to tell where his nest is. We are judging him in order to catch them all."

Wang Qinian's face was slightly relieved: "So that's the case, I still think someone protects this vampire."

They came out and went to the seventh floor again. In the seventh floor, werewolves were locked up and other heresies were all extremely sinful. Wang Qinian did not take any action and walked out of St. John's underground prison. He nodded and said to Gibran: "At first I was not satisfied, but later, I was very satisfied. I had about a thousand gold coins on me, so I decided to donate them to you. We will do it according to the will of the Lord."

Gibran was overjoyed. He didn't expect that there would be a thousand gold coins. You should know that ordinary untouchables earn less than one gold coins a year, which is a wealthy family. They earn less than ten gold coins a year. Wang Qinian actually paid more than one hundred gold coins. He got more than eight hundred gold coins from Frank. In order to gain their trust, he simply collected an integer.

Gibran quickly guaranteed that the money would be used in practice and that he would not embezzle a penny. Wang Qinian handed him a thousand gold coins, got a receipt, and said goodbye to him and left on his own. (To be continued...)
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