"I said... this is not good. Although you saved me, I can't live on you. I still need to find a job." John didn't seem to like the smell of coffee. He frowned and put it aside in the first sip. "Is there anything I can do?"

Evan said: "Stop kidding, you are a priest!"

"In fact, this is not my only profession. I have been a bounty hunter for half a year and are a fraud in the casino. Unfortunately, I was discovered by the venue, so I stayed to stare at them for a whole year." God John spread his long legs. Although he sometimes looked a little too lively, he could still see the shadow of a good background in every move. "By the way, I spent a while by writing lyrics for the bard. I originally wanted to join them, but I could never keep up with the rhythm and was politely ordered by those friends to shut up."

Evan looked at him in amazement.

"Oh, it's a trial." John smiled very easily. "It's very useful. This is how I went from being a waste who only squandered to a man who can make money and support myself."

"Oh...no," Evan waved his hand, "I mean, you don't need to do anything to support yourself. The temple will not let a former priest go to the casino to cheat. And the temple is much richer than your time, and in addition to government funding, we also have a large amount of tax-free travel income."

"What income?" John didn't understand.

"Tourism, Sarah has a long history and has many ancient buildings that are famous all over the world, especially the Temple and Atorat Cemetery. It is a landmark attraction in Sarah and receives a large number of tourists every year. I heard that collecting tickets and selling souvenirs is enough to support the operation of the Temple, not to mention that it is surrounded by hotels and hotels in the temple industry."

Evan's voice suddenly stopped, and he finally remembered what the terrible history teacher taught him. The temple thousands of years ago was praised by people as "the last guardian of the continent" and an absolute holy place. Everyone who set foot here has a pilgrimage and pious heart.

He looked at John carefully, thinking that he would not be angry... He insulted this holiness and honor for their disrespectful descendants.

“Many people pay to visit?”

"Yes."

“Can you buy souvenirs?”

"Yes...yes, in fact, many old hunters will return to the temple after retirement, memorize a random introduction to the temple allusion, and serve as tour guides and tour guides. Even the Archbishop will occasionally appear to provide photos with tourists."

John was stunned: "God!"

Evan sighed: "I know this may be hard to accept..."

"Who thought of this? It's simply a genius!" John gently pressed his finger on the table to express his excitement. "In the past, the temple had to receive people coming to worship, and also gave them free food and accommodation, but he couldn't put down his airs and asked the governments to increase their allocations. At the end of each year, he would be at a loss for the deficit finance. He told me that they should have done this long ago!"

Evan: “…”

It can be imagined that this guy must be a trendy sword-holding priest in his own time.

"Can I be a tour guide?" John asked excitedly, "I know a lot of interesting things. Of course, according to your words, I need to add some fabrication. I am also good at making up stories!"

His beautiful green eyes seemed to be glowing in the sun, and his long hair tied with ribbons was hanging down behind him in a proper manner. Many passersby would involuntarily look back at him. Evan thought for a while and suggested pertinently: "I think it's enough for you to wear a dress and stand at the door to be a model...but you have to wait for your injury to heal."

"It's much better," John said without caring. "For us, even if there is purified water that can purify the corrosion on the wound, many people will die from the fever that follows. Although your therapist is not very familiar with the therapist ceremony, it seems to be very good at pharmacologically."

"High fever is caused by bacteria in the wound," Evan said. "Berger's therapist gave you antibiotics. If you haven't been exposed to this thing, the effect will be immediate. It will kill the viruses and bacteria in your body immediately."

"So, as you say, can other diseases be avoided in this way?"

"Yes, although this kind of thing has been criticized by many scholars since its use, it has indeed saved many lives."

After listening to it, John pondered for a while, then lowered his head and forked a small piece of seductive dessert with a fork and put it in his mouth. The slightly greasy sweetness quickly spread out on the tip of his tongue and spread to his heart.

In this world, he thought, there was no war, no disease, no city-states and villages shrouded in the shadow of death, the air was filled with the fragrance that floated out of various food-selling shops, and no longer smelled the viscous blood and the decay that came out of the swamp.

He suddenly had an illusion, as if he woke up and found that he had been reborn in heaven, and his heart felt a little mixed with emotion.

At this moment, a burst of music suddenly came from the lobby on the first floor of the department store, attracting the eyes of the few guests sitting in the open-air cafe on the second floor. The performers were superb. It was not until the end of a performance that the people around them burst into applause that Evan explained: "It's almost Thanksgiving. For promotions, the mall will invite some students from the music academy to perform. But the girl playing the violin is really amazing. I dare say that she can go directly to the concert at her level."

The boy sitting next to the piano played the hand of the girl playing the violin, and the two bowed to the audience together. John was originally applauding their performance with everyone, but suddenly, his eyes accidentally fell on a girl standing not far away and hiding among the crowd.

Although here, due to the influence of the marine climate, winter is not as dry and cold as other places, and it is absolutely impossible to say it is warm. The girl was only wearing a dark long skirt. Her face was a little white with cold. She stood far away from the crowd, staring at the violinist who was bowing to everyone.

John looked at her for a while and his brows frowned slightly.

Evan looked strangely at his friend standing up without warning: "What?"

John reached out and pressed his shoulder: "Sit down and I'll go and take a look."

The second song rang out, very cheerful. The two performers worked together in a long time, as if every look and every move could make the other party understand what they meant, so tacit understanding... The girl in a long skirt stood outside the crowd, and she seemed to have left the ground, half standing on the ice, and half burned by the fire. Her fingers were pinched into her flesh, and even the extremely short-clad nails left a row of nail marks on her palms.

Suddenly, a man patted her shoulder gently. The girl was startled and turned around and saw a handsome man carrying a small handbag: "Miss, your stuff has fallen."

The man had an impressive pair of eyes, as if he could see her soul. The gaze made her shudder. The girl hurriedly took her bag without even thanking her, so she hurriedly squeezed out the crowd and ran out.

"What's wrong?" Evan squeezed over, "What's wrong?"

John walked out of the crowd quietly and reached out to him. Evan noticed that there was a gray circle between his fingers, flashing with a strange light. Evan opened his eyes wide and became nervous. His lips were trembling and he looked around in a hurry. Unfortunately, he had seen this gray circle in an ancient painting book on the Temple Library: "Deep...Deep..."

It seems that in addition to being blood-deathing, this unfortunate child also has the problem of stuttering when he is nervous.

"Eye of the Abyss." John's fingers shrank, and the small circle fell into his palm, and soon evaporated like a piece of ice falling on a brazier.

The two walked out of the mall one after another, and John whispered to Evan: "I think you should have learned this in the 'Difu Classification Research'. The 'Eye of the Abyss' is actually a mark."

"I...I don't know," Evan stammered, "There is no such content in the 'Difu Classification Research'. It is not a common DIfu in modern times. I just...I have seen it in a picture album. It says it, it is a very cruel DIfu marking the prey."

John raised his eyebrows: "What album?"

“…”

"Um?"

"Ancient Horror Story." Evan said like a mosquito.

At this time, it was not normal people who didn't want to laugh, but John still coughed dryly, blocked it with his hand, trying to press down the corner of his mouth, which was desperately upturned, in order not to hurt the self-esteem of his extremely sensitive and timid new friend.

"The Abyss Jackal likes to be full of jealousy. It also likes to torture its prey for a long time to gain more negative emotions. This hunting method will make it stronger. This is why the more crimes the Abyss Jackal is more difficult to be captured." John walked into the underground garage - he had an incredible sense of direction. After just walking through it, he seemed to have a very deep understanding of the complex terrain of the mall.

Evan opened the car door for him, John sat down and continued, "The Eye of the Abyss means 'I am watching you in the dark corners'. Once this tracking is taken, he will be chased and killed by this cruel and greedy thing until it gets the heart of its prey as it wishes."

Evan shivered fiercely, but he quickly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "You take the Eye of the Abyss from the person you are targeting, then she should be fine, right?"

"No, it's not that simple. The Abyss Jackal does not rely on the Abyss Eye to locate prey. This is just a... small prop to amplify the negative emotions in people's hearts," John said, his voice paused, "I think we haven't opened Sarah yet?"

"Ah...well? Right."

"Oh," John laughed silently. His smile was not as refreshing as usual at this moment. Perhaps because the light in the car was dim, Evan suddenly felt that his smile had an indescribable gloomy and ruthless meaning, "There is actually... there is also Difu who dares to provoke him in the holy land of Sarah."

"Then...what should we do?" Evan asked with a stuttering voice. His heart was beating very fast. The book "Ancient Horror Story" obviously caused a huge shadow on his once young boy's heart.

"What do you think?" John asked retaliated with interest.

"Internship...interns act alone, and they act alone, yes...yes...yes...is illegal."

"You didn't act alone," said John, "and me."

"But you... you are a wounded person." Evan said ill-fatedly, "The wounded person is also forbidden to do tasks unless the therapist believes that he is healed and has signed the letter."

John said indifferently: "Isn't you still there?"

Evan's mind was very confused. From his heart, he wanted to step on the accelerator and drive the car back to Gal's house, and then hand over this murderous monster to the powerful "Golden Chapters" to solve the problem. However... that was a girl, and he himself was a graduated hunter.

"Maybe...we should contact Mentor Gal."

"No," said John briskly, "we should contact the funeralist first, and then choose a beautiful cemetery for this lovely lady."

Evan's lips were trembling, looking almost crying.

John continued his demon-level difu knowledge popular science: "The Abyss Jackal is a very agile animal. When it targets a prey, it usually does not leave him or her for a kilometer. If it thinks the time is ripe, then the blink of an eye can be captured... From positioning, to tearing the prey's chest and obtaining the heart, it will not take longer than if you chew a roast chicken leg."

Evan swore that he would never eat roasted chicken legs again.

John gestured: "Do you have the small box that can stuff the mail into? We should start writing letters to the funeralist..."

"No! We...we should go and save her!" Evan's face turned red and he finally shouted.

John smiled and patted his shoulder twice: "Good buddy, since you are so brave, just follow the direction I said, let's catch the abyss jackal!"

The three words "Abyss Jackal" successfully made Evan shudder again, but fortunately, he still had enough strength to step on the accelerator.

"I am willing to sacrifice my life and swear with my life and soul, to protect all my kind compatriots - men, women, children - from death, blood and panic.

We killed the last beast, stopped the last curse, cut off the last thorn, lifted the last lamp until the last drop of blood was drained.

Never retreat until death.”

Every hunter has made such a vow, which they have passed on from generation to generation and are engraved into everyone's bloodline.
Chapter completed!