Chapter 357

"Teacher?"

Elizabeth called out softly.

Although there didn't seem to be anything wrong here, perhaps because the Death Rider's words had impacted her worldview, she felt that something was amiss.

"Elizabeth, you're here."

The teacher's calm voice made Elizabeth relax.

Indeed, the teacher hadn't changed. He was still as calm as ever.

"Where are the children?"

Elizabeth asked as she walked over.

Usually, the teacher would be teaching the children at this time.

"They're … resting."

The man slowly turned around, his pitch-black eyes staring at Elizabeth. "Now, it's the same for all of you."

Elizabeth's heart stopped.

…

Wang Quan followed the tracks of Elizabeth's horses for more than half an hour.

It had to be said that this town didn't look big, but it wasn't small.

Along the way, Wang Quan didn't see anyone.

The incident in the tavern didn't happen again.

The whole town was as silent as a dead man.

There were no birds chirping, no insects chirping, no animals or insects.

This was a dead town.

Apart from a few signs of life in the cathedral at the edge of the town, there was nothing here.

The Death Riders actually didn't have the life aura of normal humans, but they had the aura of mythical creatures on them.

Or rather, this world was filled with the aura of mythical creatures, and it was even denser than Da Zhou's world.

But now, Wang Quan could sense the aura of many humans in the cathedral in front of him …

In other words, other than Elizabeth, there were other humans there.

"Interesting."

The corners of Wang Quan's mouth curled into a smile.

He didn't realize that ever since he regained consciousness in the prison fortress, his eyes had been suffused with a faint scarlet glow.

Now, the scarlet color was getting thicker.

It had basically exceeded the situation in Winddale Village.

But he didn't feel anything at all.

He felt extremely refreshed, and his thoughts were clearer than ever.

In front of the cathedral, he saw the horses tied to the small tree.

They seemed to be afraid of the cathedral. Anyway, they stayed where they were, but they didn't go in the direction of the cathedral.

But when Wang Quan approached, they leaned towards the cathedral.

It was obvious that Wang Quan had instilled a deeper fear in them.

Wang Quan didn't care and walked towards the small cathedral with his cane.

The cathedral door was tightly shut, as if no one had ever been there.

Wang Quan pushed the door open and walked in.

Right in front was the podium. Behind the podium was a red cloth. In front of the cloth was the symbol of the Church of Death.

One end of the scale represented birth, and the other represented death.

This was also the philosophy of the Church of Death. Life and death were equal in the eyes of God.

In front of the podium were rows of benches that extended to the doorway.

A 1.8-meter-wide path was left between the benches on the left and right.

In the seat on the right side of the aisle, a man was praying with his head lowered.

Judging from his clothes, this person should be the priest of this church.

Y'lisabet mentioned that the priest here was her teacher, so it should be this person.

This should be. '

Indeed, he had a very rich power of an inferior Mythical Creature.

But it doesn't feel very coordinated. Is there a problem?

Wang Quan walked over and sat on the bench behind him. "Priest, can I confess here?"

"Of course, child. What do you want to confess?" The priest's voice was gentle.

"Of course, child. What do you want to confess?" The priest's voice was gentle.

"Nothing. I'm just asking if I can confess. I don't have anything to confess." Wang Quan stroked the cane on his leg.

"Child, lying is not good. You have a lot of sin on you. I can already smell the vengeful spirits lingering around you. "

After a few seconds, the priest asked, "How many people have you killed?"

Wang Quan tried to recall.

He had killed a few hundred in Wind Valley Village.

But they were undead, so they didn't count.

Da Zhou had killed quite a few too.

But it was the Jianghu. Wang Quan usually fought back passively.

Apart from a few so-called experts who didn't treat people as human beings, the others who died were assassins and human traffickers from the Beggar Sect.

It didn't matter if he killed them.

The ones he killed in Luoyang were the troublemakers from Hell.

In Mochizuki Rin's world, it was also a self-defense counterattack.

After thinking for a while, Wang Quan answered, "Not many."

"Seems like there are. Don't you remember how they looked when they died?"

"Father, do you remember how many pieces of bread you ate?"

After a moment of silence, the priest slowly turned around. "It seems like you have no intention of confessing at all."

"That's another matter." Looking at the priest who looked normal, Wang Quan took out a gold coin and flicked it into the air.

When the gold coin landed on the back of his hand, Wang Quan covered it with his other hand. "Father, let's play a game. Guess which side of the gold coin is facing up."

The priest looked down at Wang Quan's hand. "What's the point?"

"What's the point? Is there a point in playing a game?" Wang Quan shrugged. "But if I have to say, this is probably the most important choice you've ever made in your life."

The priest paused for a moment and asked, "What's the wager?"

"It's a secret."

"That doesn't seem fair."

"There has never been fairness in this world. Fairness is relative, and it's something people should strive for."

Wang Quan looked at the priest calmly. "Come on, choose one."

Seeing that the priest still didn't move, he raised his hand slightly. "Isn't the symbol of the Church of Death a scale? Choose one. You must choose today. You have to choose. "

The priest frowned slightly, and a drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

After a moment of hesitation, he said his choice. "The angel side."

Wang Quan opened his left hand that was covering the back of his right hand, revealing the gold coin underneath.

It was indeed the angel side.

This gold coin had no face value. The front side was engraved with a sword-bearing angel, and the back side was engraved with a queen's head.

"Hmm …" Wang Quan pouted. "Very well, you win."

He handed the gold coin to the priest. "This is the bet you won."

The priest let down his guard a little and took the gold coin from Wang Quan's hand. "Child, you still have to repent …"

Bang!

Before the priest finished speaking, Wang Quan raised his leg and kicked the back of the bench.

The bench broke into two pieces, and the priest flew out like a cannonball, smashing into the wall and then falling to the ground.

The statue of the scale hanging on the wall was smashed into pieces.

The priest's expression was twisted, but he couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried.

Then, he saw a pair of leather shoes appear in front of him.

"Why …"

Wang Quan lowered his head and smiled. "You only won the bet so you don't have to die, but I didn't say I can't beat you up.

"Right, there's one more thing."

Wang Quan pressed the cane on the back of the priest's hand and twisted it hard, directly crushing the bones of the priest's entire palm.

"I've increased your five senses by a hundred times, including reaction and recovery. In other words … "

Wang Quan removed the cane, and the priest's twisted palm quickly returned to normal.

"You'll feel pain by a hundred times, and time will slow down by a hundred times. You won't faint or die."

Wang Quan bent down, his eyes hidden in the shadows under the brim of his hat emitting a bright scarlet color.

"There's still a lot of time between us …"