The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1138 Amitabha

Thunder and lightning flashed in the night sky, and dark clouds rolled endlessly. It seemed that a violent storm was brewing.

Under the interweaving of thunder and light, the two figures stood motionless, standing quietly, facing each other. The distance between them was only about 20 meters, but it seemed that there was an insurmountable gap between them, as if they were born to be hostile.

The previous Zhang Qianjiang was a living example. No matter how powerful the undead were, their hearts would be crushed and burst, but they could not escape the fate of returning to Abi Hell. Dark blood flowed out along the street, and Edward's body had gradually stiffened.

Dark clouds roll overhead, crumbling.

"boom!"

There was another thunderclap.

Li Futu stared at the masked man who saw through his identity, and said slowly, "Thank you for your help."

"It's too important to say, why do you need to say thank you for what you're doing?"

The man in the mask didn't take any credit for it, and gradually lowered the hand that crushed Edward's heart, and the blood flowed down his fingers continuously. He didn't seem to realize that the eyes exposed outside the mask were always staring at Li Futu. It has an incomprehensible complex meaning.

People lose their value after death, even a vampire count is the same, neither of them paid more attention to the corpse on the ground.

"Your Excellency is a member of the Inquisition."

Different from the intense and deafening thunder, Li Futu's tone was calm and gentle, and it was not an interrogative sentence, but a declarative sentence.

From the previous conversation between the other party and Edward when they fought against Edward, and the matter of duty just now, apart from the Heresy Inquisition that takes 'killing all evil creatures in the world' as its mission, it is difficult to think of other possibilities.

It is not surprising that the people of the Inquisition Institute know themselves.

"Emperor Yan doesn't want to do it?"

Compared to Li Futu's calmness, the masked man seemed more surprised.

The subtext of his words is tantamount to admitting his identity.

Amazing courage.

You must know that the holy temple and the underworld are incompatible with each other, not to mention that after the outbreak of the Weishui War, the conflict between the two sides has become unprecedentedly sharp. Recently, frictions of different scales have frequently erupted in various regions. The leader who recognizes his identity should get rid of it quickly.

It's just that even if the other party acquiesces in his identity as the Inquisition Institute, Li Futu's eyes are still as quiet as an abyss, and he doesn't have any intention of killing people in anger.

"Public to public, private to private. We have the same goal when it comes to vampires. You did me a favor by killing Edward. Today's business. Next time we meet, life and death are up to God."

"Yan Emperor is indeed an extraordinary character."

The masked man sighed in admiration, and then said: "Then Emperor Yan...see you again by fate."

Facing the gaze of the man in the mask, Li Futu was as quiet as the five mountains, not saying a word, as if he really didn't plan to make a move.

Seeing this, the masked man turned around slowly.

The night had been torn to pieces by the lightning, and a strong wind started to blow, and the mask on his face was blown up and down. After turning around, he paused for a moment, but there was still no movement behind him.

Without waiting any longer, he rushed forward and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

Li Futu has been standing at the same spot, watching the other party leave, but he has never made a move.

"he died?"

The figure of the masked man disappeared shortly after.A voice came from behind.

Without turning around, Li Futu knew who it was.

His eyes gradually moved down from the direction where the masked man disappeared, and finally stopped on Edward's body, and nodded slightly.

"You killed it?"

Gong Zhengyu who rushed over stopped beside Li Futu, turned his head and asked.

Li Futu was silent for a while, exhaled softly, shook his head and said, "No."

Gong Zhengyu frowned, subconsciously looked around, but the street was empty.

"A man from the Inquisition."

Li Futu said.

"The Inquisition?"

Gong Zhengyu withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Futu with puzzlement in his eyes.

Li Futu knew that Gong Zhengyu had probably never heard of the internal organization of the temple, and explained again: "It was the people of the temple who stopped Edward and solved him."

"temple?"

Hearing this, Gong Zhengyu's eyes inevitably fluctuated, after all, she was the witness and the one who experienced the Weishui battle.

"What about them?"

"gone."

"gone?"

Rao Gong Zhengyu was unavoidably a little dazed.

Li Futu nodded.

After a moment of silence, Gong Zhengyu said slowly, "Why didn't you keep them?"

Li Futu raised his head and looked in the direction where the masked man disappeared.

The increasingly fierce wind kept blowing against his figure, and he remained motionless like a rock, only hearing the sound of thunder, without speaking.

……

"solved?"

A figure was waiting under the streetlight ahead, even the nightlife crowd had disappeared at this time, there was not a single ghost on the street, but she was different, as if she didn't feel the worsening weather, and the fainter and darker it was under the thunder and lightning. Under the light, the red flower was lit between her eyebrows, which was beautiful and magnificent.

The masked man stopped in front of her, nodded without making a sound, and there was no complacency or pride in his eyes for completing the task. On the contrary, there seemed to be an inexplicable slight regret.

The woman's face was also covered with a veil, as if she could see through people's hearts.

"What? He didn't do anything with you?"

The masked man nodded, pulled off the mask with his left hand, and wiped the blood on his right hand.

The face under the mask is completely an oriental face, handsome and masculine, very masculine, and if this face appears in the capital city where the rich and powerful gather, it may cause huge waves.

The woman with a red flower on her forehead didn't seem to dislike his bloody hands, nor was she afraid. She watched him wipe the blood off her hands and asked softly, "Why? Is it because I recognized you?"

The man in the mask paused for a moment while wiping his hands, then shook his head.

"should not."

He raised his head, looked at the woman, and exhaled softly: "...Actually, I'm not sure."

The woman didn't ask any more questions.

"Your foundation is not bad. Although the realm of the emperor cannot be forced, you are not without the possibility of impact. Now that you can kill a vampire count, such an achievement is enough to win everyone's approval. This trip to the Dragon Kingdom Okay, you have already handed in a relatively perfect answer sheet."

"Saint, why didn't you take action just now?"

The masked man finally couldn't help asking.

He asked, of course, not to deal with Edward's question.

He's just a vampire count, and he doesn't need a knife to kill a chicken.

The woman known as the saint was silent for a moment and did not respond, "Let's go."

The man in the mask didn't ask any more questions.

It's just that when she turned around, the woman's eyes seemed to be casually looking at a building on the street.

Under the thunder and lightning, a figure stood on the roof of the building.

With a bald head and a scar, and a gray beard.

Under the radiance of the constantly intertwined thunder, the worn cassock on his body seemed to shine brighter than the lightning.

Watching the woman and the masked man leave, he lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha."

(End of this chapter)