The current dungeon archbishop is eager for the black fog to infect the priests immediately. As long as it does, the dungeon will be out of crisis and the Vatican will be safe.
Thinking in my heart.
The dungeon archbishop and the leading archbishop looked at each other and could see the thoughts in each other's eyes.
Immediately following.
Both of them couldn't help but quicken their pace, fearing that Black Mist would change his mind the next second.
at the same time.
Ms. Miao Gu couldn't help but smile when she saw what was going on.
On the way to the dungeon.
Ms. Miao Gu put her hand to her mouth and whispered to Hei Wuqiu.
"It seems that the Vatican is unable to seal the infected, and now wants to pass the hot potato to the Night King."
Black Mist nodded.
He was not surprised by this and spoke frankly.
"Although the history of the Vatican is as old as my master's, and antiquity is indeed synonymous with power, this does not mean that any ancient person or thing can be on par with my master."
Hei Wu glanced at Ms. Miao Gu, and seeing her strange expression, he couldn't help but be surprised again.
"During the Northern Song Dynasty, until the moment I fell asleep, I never saw anyone or anything dare to claim to surpass their master. Even being on par with them was extremely rare."
Ms. Miao Gu was surprised when she heard this.
Thinking of the strength of Black Mist in the Hengduan Mountains, she was finally surprised and couldn't help but ask.
"What about you, Black Mist? How do you think you compare to the Night King?"
"I?"
Hei Wu turned his head, glanced at Ms. Miao Gu, and then slowly spit out a puff.
"My mission was taught by my master."
These few simple words shocked Ms. Miao Gu's heart, and she couldn't help but whisper in her heart.
"...After I get back, I'll have to ask the bureau to re-update the King of Night."
She was thinking about this.
The black fog was not idle either.
at this time.
Led quickly by the archbishops, they had reached the first floor of the dungeon.
Heiwu's ears trembled slightly.
He heard a faint laughter coming from somewhere. The laughter was full of madness and carried a certain strange and demonic quality, which aroused the negative emotions in people.
"Is this the infected priest's laughter?"
Black Mist asked.
On the plane coming here, he learned relevant information about the infected priest from the information shared by Ms. Miao Gu.
"Yes, he's imprisoned on the third floor. We're on the first floor now, and the laughter isn't noticeable yet. The closer we get to his cell, the more contagious it will become. Mr. Black Mist, Ms. Miao Gu, you must be careful."
At some point, an ancient Bible appeared in the hands of the leading cardinal.
Buzz.
The ancient Bible lit up with a sacred and gentle light, protecting the minds of everyone present and preventing them from being disturbed by the laughter.
Heiwu nodded beside him, his expression as calm as ever, and simply pulled Ms. Miao Gu closer to him.
"This laughter, like the one in the video you showed me, is the so-called crazy laughter of God. It's relatively weaker, so don't take it lightly. I'm a demon cultivator and am sensitive to darkness and negativity. If I hear this laughter for too long, even I would be corrupted."
Ms. Miao Gu took out a magic weapon.
"Tuo, I will be careful. This time, in order to prevent being infected by your laughter, I brought a magical tool to protect my heart."
The leading archbishop breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
He was afraid that the Black Mist would not dare to bring the infected priest with him, but now it seemed that the Black Mist did not care.
But just to be on the safe side.
The leading cardinal flatters the emperor.
"It is said that the monks of Daxia have a heart for justice and are not afraid of darkness and evil. Now I have witnessed it. I think it is an honor for our infected priest to be led by you."
However, for the flattery of the leading cardinal.
Heiwu frowned.
"I don't know whether I'm honored or not, but Mr. Lauren, you did remind me."
The leading cardinal was stunned for a moment, looked at each other with the dungeon archbishop, and then nodded.
"Uh, reminder of what?"
Just when the leading archbishop thought that his flattery had failed and that the other party had changed his mind about bringing the priest to be infected.
Black Mist's voice came.
"What procedures do I need to go through to bring the infected priest?"
"My master recently asked me to learn about this era. I remember that many things in this era require formalities. When I registered as a delivery driver, I had to fill out an application form."
He frowned as he said this.
"I'm bringing someone back to China this time, and I'm not going to spend time there. It seems like they need a stamp to get a green card, right?"
"How long does it take to get a green card? It shouldn't take too long. My master is in a hurry this time, and I don't want it to take too long."
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