A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

After lunch, the workers had no time for a break and returned to the construction site in twos and threes. The afternoon's work began quickly, and the sound of hammering on the rails returned.

Wang Changming then led Li Ang and the other two to their residence.

As for Pete, oh, you mean Afu? He's already been dragged to work by the other workers.

It was a tent pitched at the edge of the woods, made of thick, waterproof Oxford cloth. The tent wasn't big; inside were two bunk beds covered with straw mats and thin blankets.

"The conditions are poor, I'm sorry to have troubled you guys. The priest just helped the brothers, but we really can't offer you any decent accommodations right now," Wang Changming said apologetically.

Li Ang glanced into the tent; the space was cramped, barely enough for two or three people to sleep.

It has a smell that's a mixture of musty and sweaty odors.

"The Lord taught us to be diligent and frugal, and this environment is already very good," Li Ang said with a smile.

Wang Changming nodded: "Okay, just call me if you need anything. I live in that tent over there with the red flag."

After Wang Changming left, Nia looked at Li Ang expectantly: "Father, can I...still sleep with you?"

"puff!"

Li Ang almost spat out a mouthful of blood, while Wang Bingbing stared at him in shock.

"Cough cough! No, it's not what you think!" Li Ang waved his hands repeatedly, then turned and glared at Nia.

"What do you mean by 'sleep with me,' Sister Nia? Watch your language!"

"But we slept together in the parish..." Nia said, sounding a little aggrieved, fiddling with the cross on her chest.

"Quack—! Don't say things that will cause misunderstandings! We just sleep in the same dorm room, but there's a wall between us, okay?!"

Li Ang felt a sudden stomachache, while Wang Bingbing coughed lightly.

"Ahem... there are only two beds, how are we going to divide them?"

Li Ang glanced at Wang Bingbing and Nia, and said seriously:

"You two go to sleep."

"And what about you?" Wang Bingbing asked.

"Aren't you going to sleep with us, Father?" Nia blinked.

"Ahem! I'll just find somewhere to make do." Li Ang quickly waved his hand.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Li Ang's expression changed, and he looked at Nia and Wang Bingbing seriously.

"If I remember correctly, an accident happened here in the past. If we are at that point in time, the accident could very well happen again soon. This kind of variable will definitely help us get out of here."

"How did you know?" Wang Bingbing was a little curious about Li Ang's theory.

"Read more about Qidian's 'Infinite Heavens' and Ms. Wang; it's all the same principle," Li Ang said with a smile, then waved his hand.

"We'll split up and search separately. I'll head out first. You guys rest for a bit, then gather some clues around here."

Li Ang then turned and left the tent.

As the camp gradually receded into the distance and the sounds of people became indistinct, Li Ang found a sturdy redwood tree, leaned against its trunk, and took out the notebook from his pocket.

While he was in the tent, Li Ang felt a warmth in his chest. It was obvious that it was a letter from Father Andrew.

Li Ang quickly opened the notebook, and saw that the writing was gradually emerging on the blank pages.

The characters were written very steadily this time, so it seems that Andrew's position is relatively safe now.

"Child, I can sense that you've come here too..."

Li Ang remained silent, continuing to wait for Father Andrew's message.

"Time is short, so I'll get straight to the point. The place you are in now, I'll call the Abyss for now."

"I don't know your exact location, but I'm sure you're currently in the midst of some historical event, right?"

Li Ang's expression hardened, then he said softly, "Are you the same, Father..."

"Spatial fragments like these occasionally appear in the abyss; they themselves pose no danger..."

"But you must be careful, the demons in the abyss will infiltrate the space fragments. They will disguise themselves as people or animals inside and live by absorbing the negative emotions in the space."

Father Andrew's handwriting is steady and powerful, like that of a seasoned warrior.

"If you want to leave this place, you must kill the abyssal demons in this space, otherwise the evil forces will keep blocking the exit."

"The exit is where you came in. That's all I can tell you. My time is limited... Be careful, child."

The writing abruptly ends here.

Li Ang closed his notebook, leaned against the tree trunk, and let out a long breath.

To be honest, he had gotten used to Andrew's platinum-level epilogues; now, he should be thinking about what the priest had said.

"Even under bright lights, there are shadows; evil is always around us..."

Li Ang fell into deep thought. In other words, to leave this place, two conditions had to be met. The first was to find the exit, which was easy to do; it was obviously the tunnel they had come in through.

The second problem is more difficult. Finding this so-called abyssal demon is challenging. Since it can disguise itself as a human, it will not easily expose itself. Finding and killing it within a limited time is no easy task.

[Ding! Sect Emergency Mission: Escape from the Illusion has been updated]

[Mission Description: The steward is currently in a high-level illusion. Please return to the base within twelve hours.]

[Mission Hint: Defeat the cultivator who set up the formation and find the formation's core.]

[Quest Reward: Fragment of the cultivation technique [External Avatar]]

[Failure to return within twelve hours will be considered a defection from the sect.]

"Sherry, come out!" After thinking it over, Li Ang decided to call Sherry out to check on her first.

"Hmm... um~~ what is it now..." As the Stars and Stripes unfurled, Sherry emerged from within and stretched.

Li Ang rubbed his hands together, revealing a gentle smile: "Let me ask you something. In all these years you've been a wandering ghost, have you ever seen... a demon?"

"Huh? A demon? Aren't you one?" Sherry said, rubbing her chin in her hand, somewhat teasingly.

"Sigh, I really need to control you better..." Li Ang sighed, snapped his fingers, and instantly his thick divine sense filled Sherry again.

"Gurgle—!! A mere priest... Oh my god—!!"

Li Ang's consciousness materialized into a hand, supporting Shirley's tilted-back face, inserting his thumb into her mouth, and softly asking, "Can you tell me now?"

"Ha, ah! Ha... Ni... Ni just need to be careful... those with blackened souls... are demons..."

Shirley's eyes rolled upwards slightly; it seemed that Li Ang's spiritual power was still too great for her.

"The soul is turning black... How am I supposed to understand this... Never mind, let's look for clues first."

Li Ang frowned and casually put away the limp Shirley and the soul banner.

However, when Li Ang returned to the camp, he found that Nia, Wang Bingbing and Pete had already gathered together.

"Hey, Afu! What are you doing here instead of working at this hour?"

Li Ang looked at Pete and couldn't help but tease him.

"Father, I spent ages using sign language to explain that I wanted to see you for treatment..."

Pete's expression was contorted into a grimace; it seemed the afternoon's physical labor had been quite a test for the portly Irishman.

However, Pete quickly glanced around and, finding no one looking in their direction, whispered to Leon, "Father... I just overheard some news."

Upon hearing this, Li Ang immediately perked up.

"The foreman over there... probably thought we couldn't understand, so he told another foreman that they were going to start blasting the tunnel tomorrow morning..."

"They plan to stage an accident, burying most of the workers inside so they don't have to pay them!"

As Pete spoke, his expression twisted involuntarily. He was indeed a fat man with some Irish pride and racism, but he was also a modern man. Such shameless behavior had a huge impact on his soul.

Similarly, Li Ang's expression turned cold after hearing this.

It was as cold as the dead of winter.