"If it's done, it's done!"

Brooke kept reciting, his eyes were scorching, his whole body was trembling, and his excitement was completely gone. At first glance, he looked like a crazy necromancer, about to resurrect a deceased puppet.

Such concentration could not even be heard of the sound of stomping the skull.

Looking at the back in front of him, Qin Shaofu pulled out his knife, pointed to the ground diagonally, and shouted in a deep voice: "Brook!"

It was precisely because of concentration that when he suddenly heard this sound, Brooke turned around in fear and pushed it along the bed to the other side.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the unexpected guest, Brooke's face was full of fear, and the sweat on his forehead was even more like soybeans.

Qin Shaofu raised the knife in his hand, pointed at the other party, and said in a deep voice: "You have violated the Ten Commandments, and I will judge you on behalf of the God of Light!"

"God of Light, judge!"

Brooke remembered something and exclaimed: "You are from the Dark Arbitration Office!"

"Impossible, I hide so well, how could I be discovered!"

"I am a little pastor, why does the Dark Arbitration Office pay attention to me?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

As if he was crazy, he murmured to himself, looking at Qin Shaofu, then the little girl on the bed, and then seemed to have discovered something, staring at the knife in Qin Shaofu's hand.

After staring for ten seconds, he suddenly pointed at Qin Shaofu with one hand: "You...you are Roger!"

"It's me!"

Qin Shaofu did not deny that he had no weapons and did not make arrangements when he came out. Zepu said he wanted him to make money by himself, but he broke his leg for two months and had to deliberately pretend to be injured, so he had no chance to make money.

He had a premonition that he had to do something tonight, so he brought out the hatchet from the church. Brooke often used this knife, naturally recognized it, and could easily infer his identity.

"It's you, why is it you!" Brooke kept shaking his head: "No, Roger, it's me who saved you."

"I know!"

Qin Shaofu was disheartened: "I don't want to be so opposed to you, but... what you do is really unforgivable. Brooke, you are a pastor, how can you do such a thing? This is not what believers of the God of Light should do."

"Let God of Light die!"

Brooke yelled: "My grandfather believes in him, my father believes in him, I used to believe in him, and my ancestors have believed in him for generations, but what happened? In a plague, all my family members died, and I was left."

"They said that it was God's punishment. Why did God of Light punish his believers? My family has never done anything that is harmful to the heavens. How can I believe in such a God?"

A sad person and a poor person, Qin Shaofu didn't know how to refute it, so he could only shake his head and say, "I am a witch hunter in the Dark Arbitration Institute. My belief in the God of Light is limited, so I can't persuade you anything. But no matter what God you believe in, these children are innocent."

Like these children, he was orphan. Seeing these children die, he couldn't help but think of his reasons to let them go over the years.

Seeing that Qin Shaofu was so determined, Brooke immediately changed his expression: "I know I deserve to die, and I don't ask for forgiveness, but please give me some time. It's almost gone, and my daughter will be able to live soon."

"She is dead!"

Qin Shaofu shouted loudly: "This is just a dark magic. Even if you resurrect her, you are just a puppet of the undead. You will never be your daughter..."

"Shut up!"

Brooke yelled: "You know nothing, you have never seen the greatness of the God of the Underworld. Melia said that as long as I complete these, she can conduct rituals to communicate with the world of death and let the great God of the Underworld send my daughter back."

"I've done most of it, only one organ is missing. Give me time and I'll be able to find a matching organ for my daughter soon."

Looking at Brooke, who was furious and had no image in front of him, Qin Shaofu suddenly felt a deep sadness. This was a poor old man. Maybe he had a happy life, but he was all ruined by that plague.

But no matter what the reason is, it cannot be a reason to do these things.

Looking at the life-savior, Qin Shaofu sighed: "Brook... Grandpa, I'm sorry!"

Communication failed, looking at the firm witch hunter in front of him, Brooke was furious in an instant: "Don't think you can kill me today, Roger, I just don't want to lose both sides."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a bone the size of two thumbs from his arms, with strange runes engraved on it. He crushed it hard, and a terrifying howling sound sounded in an instant, like a fierce ghost roaring.

The oil lamps in the room seemed to be suppressed, shrinking rapidly, and they all became only the size of sesame seeds, dim and uncertain. The air flowed, turning into a gust of cold wind, circling around the room.

Goodbye, a large number of shadows appeared around, hands, feet, arms... one after another, the bodies and organs flew in the cold wind, and the skulls in the room next to them. In an instant, eight skulls were formed.

This... Qin Shaofu immediately took a breath of air conditioning. He had only heard of this kind of thing, and never thought he would see it with his own eyes.

"Kill him!"

Brooke roared at the top of his lungs, and the eight rotten corpses immediately came to Qin Shaofu.

He was frightened, but saving his life was important. Qin Shaofu did not hesitate to wave his hatchet to use the Eight Wilderness Battlefield Sword Technique, intending to rush out first.

In an instant, he fought for thirty or fifty, but not only did he fail to rush out, but he was forced back to the skull room.

These rotten corpses look unarmed and are made up of children's bodies. They seem very fragile, but after fighting, they find that they are as hard as steel and cannot be easily destroyed.

What's even more amazing is that the hatchet in his hand is an ordinary item among the ordinary items. After these thirty or fifty moves, not only did they fail to achieve success, but also a rolled blade appeared.

"Roger, you're so conceited!"

Brooke burst into laughter in another room: "The ghost corpse of the Dark Necromancer is not so easy to deal with. Every corpse here has the combat power of the fourth or fifth grade of the Xuan level, and you can't last long."

Amid the laughter, the ghost corpses rushed in one by one and siege from all directions. Not only was their body hardness amazing, but their speed was also beyond expectations.

If this continues, I am afraid that it will not take long to die here. Qin Shaofu thought for a while and made a decision.

Jiang Yan couldn't say that at the critical moment, don't use the Eight Wilderness Battlefield Sword Technique at the same time, Haoran Purple Qigong and Shenglong Qijin, and now is the critical moment.

The mind moves at will, and the true energy moves. In an instant, the energy in the body turns into a river like a stream, surging and roaring, and its momentum increases rapidly.

But at the same time, a terrible severe pain appeared in the meridians, as if a large number of bulls were rushing and impacting.

There is not much time, so we must fight quickly.

The hatchet in his hand flipped, and the Eight Wilderness Battlefield rushed to one side, and the white light flashed and the sword light condensed.
Chapter completed!