You're talking about faith...
Ning Feng raised his head upon hearing this and silently glanced around the room.
The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the door is extreme; the room temperature is close to zero degrees Celsius, and the air you exhale is filled with a faint white mist.
Everywhere you looked was stained with blood, and the air was filled with the stench of rotting blood. The ground was almost entirely covered with iron chains.
This place is more like a cold, dark prison than a church where a priest might reside.
Across from him, a tall priest, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, stared at Ning Feng with a cold gaze.
Once they arrived at his room, which was his domain, he wasn't in a hurry to do anything to Ning Feng.
The pastor awaited Ning Feng's reply.
It's like waiting for prey, already trapped in its cage, to make a futile resistance.
The outcome will not change.
Ning Feng, however, seemed not to have noticed anything amiss. He gently put down his teacup with a sigh of relief.
Very good.
We don't need to drink tea anymore...
The difficulty of drinking this is simply outrageous.
Ning Feng withdrew his gaze, straightened his posture, and pondered for a moment before suddenly asking:
"Reverend, are you preaching to me?"
Preaching, or rather, missionary work.
During the Dark Ages, this was the favorite thing priests of various gods did besides soliciting donations.
This includes not only spreading divine glory to the poor who have not received divine favor, but also less respectable things like poaching followers of other gods.
Look, that's a well-trained and devout believer.
Excellent, it belongs to my lord!
Such disputes over believers occur frequently and are sometimes the trigger for divine wars.
Ning Feng's directness at this moment was undoubtedly another instance of avoiding the other party's question.
Kaka.
The chains beneath his feet rattled slightly, and Ning Feng knew that his opponent's patience was almost exhausted by his repeated hopping around.
This is very dangerous, but Ning Feng has no choice.
Do you really think he enjoys provoking someone whose friend or foe is unclear and whose strength is unknown in the middle of the night?
Should we even take the initiative to go into his room to rest?
Just kidding, he doesn't have a cat at home that can do backflips...
The real reason was that Ning Feng realized that a direct confrontation was futile.
We can't beat them.
It's awkward, this situation has happened again.
Ning Feng's ability to see through enemies seemed to be suppressed after entering this place, with some additional conditions added, and it would only take effect after he touched it with his own hands.
Even information about Fat Jack was only obtained when he patted Fat Jack's head and casually pulled out some hair.
Faced with this tall undead priest, Ning Feng could not easily touch him and found it difficult to accurately judge his strength.
However, even without the support of someone who had seen through his disguise, Ning Feng could still get a rough idea of the priest's strength from the oppressive aura emanating from him.
He had felt a similar sense of oppression from another priest, but the necromancer was even more terrifying.
This is definitely not an ordinary fourth-order...
Peak of the fourth tier, or even close to the half-step legend!
Ning Feng felt this was outrageous.
Damn it, why did it have to end like this again?
It seems that since his debut, he has rarely fought against opponents of the same level. The enemies he faces are either much stronger than himself or some kind of being that is simply incomprehensible.
Why do they all want to bully me, this little guy?
Why?
Is it just because I'm cute?
Ning Feng couldn't figure out the specific reasons, but he knew exactly what to do when he realized he couldn't win.
Moisturizing!
Moisten it thoroughly!
However, getting a good result isn't so easy.
With Jack blocking the door in front and the priest guarding the window behind, Ning Feng had no way to hide in that small room!
It's not impossible to force a win using your trump cards, but that would inevitably expose many secrets.
Exposing oneself in front of so many people seems like a bad trade-off.
But when the other party took the initiative to ask a question, Ning Feng saw hope.
It seems the other party isn't entirely uncommunicative!
So, with a gamble in mind, Ning Feng tried to start a conversation and take the initiative to steer the topic in the right direction.
Fortunately, he made the right bet.
The other party is not a pure monster; they can actually communicate.
Their situation is somewhat unusual.
Although not entirely unchanged, in their minds, they seemed to be the same as during the day, unaware of the changes in the world.
Jack remained the same rogue militiaman, wanting to take revenge on Ning Feng but also afraid of him being awake, so he could only cautiously observe from behind the door for the time being.
He still held the pastor, the de facto ruler of the village chief, in great awe, blindly trusted him, and dared not disobey him in the slightest.
The pastor's situation seems to be even more special.
He could manipulate the chains, appear silently by the window, and keep looking at Ning Feng with suspicion...
The other party must have discovered some truths about the world, but Ning Feng couldn't say for sure to what extent.
However, since there is still a possibility of communication, some things can be discussed.
Many things!
Ning Feng realized that the "Star Chaser" competition was much more open than he had imagined.
There is only one scenario and one identity; there are no other requirements or tasks.
It's not about giving each participant an identity and having them run in a super-large group of over a thousand people.
Instead, it's like throwing everyone into a giant sandbox and letting them explore and discover on their own.
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