The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

"No," Aurora pointed to the sign, "This is fried noodles with soybean paste."

what?

Xing Mo looked down and found that the tablet read "God of Zhajiangmian".

On the side, several guys who looked like Yan Xia people were sitting there quietly, praying.

"......." Xing Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and when he looked at the statue again, he finally understood what it was:

Just a bowl of noodles.

Are you sure praying to this thing will work?

Xingmo was about to continue walking when she heard Aurora praying:

"Pray that we won't fail in making noodles with soybean paste tonight...Pray that we won't fail in making noodles with soybean paste tonight..."

Help, does anyone understand? This evil god is praying to the statue of Zhajiangmian!

Xingmo quickly walked over and pulled Aurora away from the deity to avoid embarrassment.

She continued to look along the altar of the church, admiring the diversity of the gods along the way.

There are relatively normal ones, such as the "Wolf God" and the "Ape God", who are said to be ancient beings in charge of the Black Forest, and many woodcutters pray to them.

There are some gods in charge of the weather, such as "True Lord of Wind and Rain". The name is nothing special, but Xingmo doesn't know why some people would burn incense to the god of rain in a place where it snows all year round.

There were also some gods Xingmo couldn't understand at all: the God of Hunting Rifles, who guaranteed that every shot would hit the target (Aurora bowed again);

The god of darkness, granting believers the power to see clearly in darkness;

There are also some ordinary photos placed on the altars, which are ordinary photos of a family of three.

Why does it feel... so casual?

"These gods...can't all be real, right?" Xing Mo glanced at Aurora in horror.

If it's true, it would be too long and too scary.

There are probably more varieties of gods than there are of humans.

"Of course it's all fake," Aurora muttered. "If it were real, we would have felt the immense power of faith long ago. In reality, there's nothing..."

"Can you see the power of faith in the church?" Xing Mo was surprised.

"This is not nonsense. Aurora's power of thought is very strong." Aurora put her hands on her hips.

Yes... After all, she is the little vine princess who has taken over the magpie's nest...

Xing Mo covered her mouth and smiled, then suddenly had an idea:

"Well, how about you take a look and see if there is any deity that truly possesses the power of faith?"

"Okay, okay."

Aurora turned her head, glanced around, and then frowned:

"It really does."

"Where?" Xingmo asked.

"It's over there." Aurora pointed.

Looking in the direction she pointed, Xingmo saw a small shrine with a round ball on it.

But there was no one kneeling around the sphere.

Xingmo walked up to check the nameplate on the ball and found that it was empty.

"No name...no one to pray for..." Xingmo murmured.

"But the power of faith is strong..." Aurora nodded. "This ball... looks like some kind of celestial body."

Celestial body...? Xing Mo frowned, thinking of something bad.

At this moment, a deep and rich voice sounded behind her:

"No one has visited this shrine for a long time..."

Xingmo turned around and found that it was an elderly priest, wrapped in a white robe.

"I'm just curious," Xingmo said, "It would cost a lot of money to put a shrine in this church, right?"

"It's not much, just the price of a loaf of bread a day..."

The pastor's voice was so low and frightening:

"We do this solely to keep the clergy alive."

I understand, but it still feels weird...

"What about this shrine?" Xing Mo pointed at the sphere. "No one usually comes here, so why is it still here?"

"Because every Thursday there are envelopes filled with money placed on our bulletin board asking us to keep that shrine," the pastor said, "but so far, no one has come to visit."

"Who put it there in the first place?" Xing Mo asked again.

"It was here before I was born, and there's no way to trace it back." The old pastor shook his head.

He moved closer, his drooping eyelids due to aging covering half of his eyes, making him look decadent and listless.

"I thought you two were the worshippers of this deity, so I came to talk to you..."

The old priest looked at Xingmo and Aurora, his eyes gleaming like snow and wind:

"A new face...what's your name?"

"I'm Jadeite Li, a doctor who's new to Winter County," Xingmo said, bowing her head slightly. "She's my assistant, Ruby."

"Doctor... We do need a doctor," the old priest chuckled softly, "The plague spreads in the darkness..."

Epidemic? Xing Mo caught the key words and immediately asked:

"What disease?"

"You will soon find out... It is a disease that is difficult to describe..."

Obviously, the old pastor seemed reluctant to say too much.

Are you afraid that we will be scared away after finding out about the situation?

Xing Mo lowered his head and thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully before speaking:

"The maintenance of the church is so difficult. Have any priests or nuns left?"

"Yes, but that happened a few months ago," the old pastor smiled, "and he never came back..."

Sure enough...the mad wizard in the Citadel Port is from Wintershire...

"May the goddess protect you." Xingmo clasped his hands together devoutly.

"Thank you, young man, and may the goddess bless you."

The old pastor smiled slightly, then turned around and limped away.

Looking at his back, Xingmo silently took off her gloves, revealing the mark of the "Tree of Life" on her left hand.

She grabbed and pulled at the air, and the old pastor suddenly stood there, motionless.

At this time, people were coming and going in the church, and no one would notice that something was wrong with him.

Xingmo immediately closed his eyes and quickly read the old pastor's memory.

Since Xingmo had just guided the old priest to recall the incident about the "escaped priest", she quickly found a name in the sea of ​​black and green memories -

——Gilo.

"I found the name of the mad wizard," Xingmo opened his eyes, watched the old priest wake up from his sleep, and continued to move forward, "Perhaps his residence will hide some information."

The reason why she didn't ask the old priest directly about the escaped wizard's name was simple - because it would alert the enemy.

After all, she is just a doctor and has no right to pay attention to these things.

"That's easy," Aurora said calmly. "Give us half an hour, and we can find his address from the sea of ​​memories of everyone in the church."

"A convenient and practical little evil god." Xing Mo smiled.

So, Xingmo took Aurora to an unoccupied bench in the corner of the church and sat down together.

After sitting down, Aurora closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Directly traveling through the sea of ​​memories? That's quite a convenient method...Xingmo muttered.

She also planned to rest for a while. After Aurora was done, they would go see the Winter Envoy's deity and then have lunch together.

At this moment, Xingmo suddenly felt a strong sense of disharmony.

She turned around and discovered that the source of the disharmony was the stained glass window on the side of the church.

——Someone is watching her through the stained window!

3) Winter County Fairy Tale (Part 4) -4k2- (2-in-1)

The moment Xing Mo realized that he was being watched, his body stiffened slightly, and then he immediately calmed down.

She did not act rashly, but sat where she was and secretly held Aurora's hand.

Aurora immediately understood Xingmo's meaning and pinched back slightly with a little more force.

Meaning... Go get him!

No, judging by the position of the stained window, the guy is currently up high, probably on the roof.

To get on the roof and catch him, he would have to display extraordinary abilities, which is inconsistent with his identity as a doctor.

What kind of doctor flies around rooftops with a magic wand?

It's a good time... to practice the power of "Dark String".

Thinking of this, Xingmo gently patted Aurora's shoulder, then stood up and walked out of the church.

After arriving at the door, she pretended to stretch, but actually quietly opened her spiritual vision and glanced at the townhouses on one side of the church.

Sure enough, someone was lurking on the roof, hiding behind a chimney.

He could see me through the church's stained glass...which meant he was a wizard...with powers like clairvoyance.

Being able to reach the roof...means he has the ability to move quickly on it, so it's at least around three strings.

It would be easy if it was a wizard.

Xing Mo closed his eyes, concentrated his spiritual power, and at the same time drew out his magic wand, pretending to casually point it slightly in the air.

A black light appeared in the air, then quickly spread towards both ends, outlining a line.

The next second, all the strings in the air within half a block around were briefly dyed dark - only for a moment, and only those with clairvoyance could see this miracle.

The black strings spread across the sky and earth, like a dense spider web, crisscrossing, penetrating everything, and constituting everything.

Five-string magic, 'Midnight Theater', 'Dark String' domain magic.

"..."

On the roof, the observer felt his body stiffen and his pupils tremble.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and his eyes moved slightly downwards, only then did he realize that the string played by his wand had been stained by black.

The darkness spread through the strings he affected, thus reaching his spiritual power and ultimately affecting his soul.

"Midnight Theater" is a very simple dark string magic, and it is also the first level of high string magic that Xingmo has researched in this field.

As we all know, the essence of a wizard's string magic is to use spiritual power to interfere with the strings.

This means that when casting a spell, the wizard's soul is connected to the string.

The principle of "Midnight Theater" is also very simple: let the power of the dark string infect all the strings within a radius of 100 meters, and then invade the wizard through the connection between the strings and the soul!

Then, you can transform them into puppets.

"..."

The Watcher struggled with a hideous look on his face. He felt his soul being dyed darker by the minute, and his self-awareness gradually became blurred.

That outsider...has actually mastered the power of the Dark String?

No...impossible...