The moment he opened the door and stepped into the church, Ning Xiuyuan's vision went dark and he almost collapsed to the ground!

The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and instead of feeling comfortable, I felt unspeakable fatigue.

But Ning Xiuyuan resisted the temptation to sit down and take a deep breath.

As usual, he patrolled the church with a lantern, replenishing oil when it was short and lighting lamps when they were out. He looked diligent and conscientious.

It wasn't until he finished his work that he found a secluded spot on the prayer mat, put down the lantern, put his fists on the tip of his nose, and began to pray seriously.

Everything is as usual.

During the few hours he slept in the dormitory, his tense nerves, apart from being wary of ghosts that could appear at any time, he kept thinking about one thing.

That is, should ghost incidents be reported to the church?

After long thought and weighing the pros and cons, Ning Xiuyuan decided to give up the report and pretend that nothing happened and saw nothing.

It's not that he is timid and fearful, or that the heart of a beast cannot see people, but that he doesn't know who the enemy is?

If the enemy comes from outside the church, so be it;

If the enemy comes from within the church, or even if it is the gentle Bishop Byron, this report is tantamount to exposing oneself to the murderer.

Ning Xiuyuan did not want to leave his life and death to the murderer.

Of course, these are his worst-case scenarios.

What happened today might just be a new transcendent being controlling ghosts to wander around and hunt mice for fun.

Like the misunderstanding of the rootless soul.

But with limited information, he could only prepare for the worst and try his best.

After all, he is still too weak.

If he is so powerful that he ignores the Franciscan diocese, he still works so hard to pretend, thinks before and after, and makes repeated weighings?

The answer is obviously no.

"call……"

Ning Xiuyuan took a deep breath, raised his head, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He decided to take advantage of the beak monster's extraordinary properties after dawn.

This world is too dangerous.

It wouldn't matter if he hadn't stepped into the transcendent world. Even if he was watched by horses, spied on by rats, or even searched by dreamers, it wouldn't matter to him.

Because he doesn't know, he has no worries.

But now, witnessing the weirdness happening around him, with the blade probing back and forth around his neck, he couldn't turn a blind eye, and it was impossible.

Because he has taken supernatural properties, he has spirituality.

He can see things that ordinary people can't see.

Those beings would not let him go as a witness.

So he must become stronger as soon as possible, at least have the strength to protect himself!

"Arthur! Arthurs! Is Arthur here?"

The church door was suddenly knocked open, and Father Wright, dressed in ragged clothes and extremely embarrassed, rushed in. He barely suppressed his voice and shouted in a low voice.

"I'm here."

Ning Xiuyuan stood up.

"Quick, come with me."

Father Wright was overjoyed and rushed over, grabbed Ning Xiuyuan's arm and ran out.

"What's wrong?" Ning Xiuyuan broke away calmly and followed behind.

"Orlando is seriously injured and Sister Angela happens to be out of town. Now only you can save him!"

Father Wright spoke hurriedly, and when he saw Ning Xiuyuan following him, he immediately took the lead and ran wildly along the street in the darkness before dawn.

"Seriously injured?"

"It's too late to explain."

Father Wright was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. As he ran, a carriage appeared in front of him.

"Orlando is in the carriage, Pine, stop it!"

Father Wright shouted excitedly.

"slave--"

There was a low cry, and the two-horse carriage stopped on the roadside.

"Hurry up!"

Ning Xiuyuan was panting, and as soon as he approached the carriage, he was pulled and dragged into the carriage.

In the carriage, Orlando was sitting on his knees on the floor, with a priest supporting him. On his back, a rusty long sword stabbed out from his back and passed through his chest.

Judging from the location, it is clearly a vital point in the heart!

An injury like this would definitely lead to death for an ordinary person.

Only extraordinary people can barely survive.

This is not the key. The key is that Ning Xiuyuan no longer recognizes that the person in front of him is Orlando.

There were sarcomas one after another on his face, and the veins on the sarcomas were like earthworms, weaving among them, as if they might penetrate the restrained skin at any time, explode out, and burrow into other people's skin.

The moment he saw Ning Xiuyuan, these tumors suddenly retracted, revealing Orlando's original appearance.

His face was pale with blue veins on his face, but his eyes burst out with a burning fire of hope. He stretched out his hand to grab Ning Xiuyuan and squeezed two words out of his throat.

"Save me! Save me!"

After calling for help twice, he could no longer suppress his madness, and the tumors on his face bulged again, like a toad's bulging cheeks.

At this time, he was already confused and on the verge of losing control.

"Arthur! Save him quickly, hurry up!"

Father Wright roared angrily, with scarlet eyes and a ferocious expression, as if Ning Xiuyuan was going to kill him if he didn't take action.

He could no longer see the modesty and dignity that a priest should have, and he looked like a gambler who lost his money.

"Wright, don't put pressure on Arthur, he has just become an ascetic physician."

Father Atlee, who was supporting Orlando, was much calmer, although he was equally anxious.

After saying that, he said to Ning Xiuyuan:

"Arthur, I know you only take the ascetic medicine. Just try your best. Everything is God's will."

"I try my best."

Ning Xiuyuan nodded, then looked at Orlando, who was on the verge of losing control and trying to stay rational, and said in a deep voice:

"Trust me, I can cure you, don't give up, you hear me?"

Orlando, who was almost turning into a bloated monster, nodded with difficulty.

"Draw your sword!"

At this moment, Ning Xiuyuan suddenly shouted loudly.

Father Atlee was so happy that he grabbed the rusty sword and pulled it out violently.

Ning Xiuyuan made a seamless connection, suddenly pressed his hands on Orlando's heart, and used Orlando's trust to deceive the disease.

An indescribable force swarmed out of Ning Xiuyuan.

"How about it?"

"Orlando, how are you feeling?"

"Blood, why is the blood still flowing!"

Father Wright's eyes widened as he looked at the bulging tumors on Orlando's face, and then at the blood that kept pouring out from between Ning Xiuyuan's fingers. His already pale face became even paler, with all the blood gone.

The severe mental stimulation even made his skin gradually become transparent, showing signs of losing control.

Atli, who drew his sword, also widened his eyes in disbelief.

Because after pulling out the rusty sword, he clearly saw that Orlando's back was rapidly turning red, and through the pierced cloth, he could even see the still bloody shoulder blades.

"Clang!"

The rusty sword fell to the ground, Atli's lips trembled, and he covered his face with slightly trembling hands.

He didn't expect that an ordinary investigation mission would lead to such a tragic result.

"Arthur - you damn alien? Did you do it on purpose? Are you cherishing your life? Ah! You are an ascetic doctor. Why? Why?"

Wright suddenly grabbed Ning Xiuyuan's collar and roared angrily, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets.
To be continued...