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Pastor Lewis admitted that he might still have unresolved grudges in his heart, but they had nothing to do with the man in front of him.

So why is this out-of-town detective chasing him?

Louis couldn't understand it.

Ian Lazarus didn't need him to understand either.

The detective believed that he had obtained conclusive evidence that the man in front of him was colluding with the dark descendants. He followed Louis for several hours and saw everything. The woman in the water was obviously Louis' dark descendant accomplice, but there was a gap between them, so they started killing each other.

Of course they were friendly to each other before, otherwise why didn't the dark descendant attack him immediately when they met?

As for what kind of deal this priest made with the dark descendants, Ian didn't need to know.

He looked at the big tree where Louis was hiding, and heat flowed out of his legs that had been running for several hours to relieve the unbearable soreness - this may be because his body is stronger, or it may be the effect of psychological comfort, no matter what , he felt the long-lost joy.

This is actually the first time he has faced an enemy related to the dark descendants, and he will remember this day.

"No need to hide anymore, Priest Lewis." He urged, pressing his thumb on the top of the wooden gun handle to exert force. The fine sweat on his hand made the weapon slippery: "You should have died if you got together with the dark descendants. Awakened."

Ian was just suspicious at first, but Louis' reaction of running away after seeing him proved that there was something wrong in his mind.

Louis shouted to him from behind the tree: "I don't know how you can think this? But if I do such a treasonous thing, my Lord will definitely punish me!"

The priest stretched out his right hand from the side, and Ian immediately fired subconsciously.

The bullet grazed the priest's tiger's mouth, and blood immediately flowed out. Louis' body shook for a moment when the gunfire and pain came, and then returned to stability. Such an injury was suitable for him to show off his new strength.

The wound on the hand stopped at a speed beyond its normal self-healing ability, and the blood that had seeped out solidified due to the heat contained in the light.

"Miracles still take care of me." Louis said reluctantly. The weak light was less conspicuous during the day and was close to nothing. But he must be firm at this moment and let the other party believe this.

Last night, he ran away because his thoughts had not changed. When he attacked Adelaide, he still felt that he was shooting at a human being. After receiving the information from the other party, he also had new terrifying thoughts in his heart. Therefore, it seems that It was only Ian Lazarus who would involuntarily spread his legs out of fear, but he would not have this reaction now.

He didn't know how the other party learned about the dark descendants, but most people who rejected the dark descendants would turn to the light of God. Maybe the other party had seen miracles, so he wouldn't have to explain anymore.

As Louis expected, Ian was stunned by the sight.

The detective's eyesight has been deliberately trained. He knows what a miracle is and can also see the faint light. He has seen such a light before - when the priests of the church in Sasha City purified the corpse.

Can priests with corrupt hearts still release miracles?

The young man didn't know the truth, but his past experiences convinced him that it was impossible. The church claimed that miracles were blessings from the Creator to the devout, so according to logic, ungodly people should lose the ability to release miracles.

Was it really that I was wrong?

His heart, which had just warmed up, was now cold again.

"Then why did you run away after seeing me last night?" he finally asked insistently.

Priest Lewis had calmed down from his panic, and suppressed his fatigue and responded loudly to the detective: "How do I know that you and that witch are not the same group? I just shot her before you walked out of the woods. , and then you showed up and pointed a gun at me again."

Ian was speechless and asked instead: "Then what happened between you and the woman in the water."

"She was transformed into a dark descendant not long ago. Before that, she was the daughter of a friend I trusted, so I protected her. But I didn't expect that the recent attacks were related to her. When I found out about this, I immediately Then she realized her mistake, otherwise why would I shoot her?"

Louis completely convinced Ian, and he put down the gun sadly. Louis waited for a while and walked out from behind the big tree opposite him.

"I think the misunderstanding has finally been resolved."

"I'm very sorry."

"I forgive you, kid." Louis staggered towards him for a few steps and then stopped. He touched his tie uneasily and wanted to say something, but the dual mental and physical exhaustion made his eyes black and he had a headache. I was so excited that the question I originally wanted to ask was stuck in my throat.

After losing the motivation to save his life, the words and sentences that immediately came to his mind were the simplest.

"It's getting daylight, I think we should go back." The priest said, covering his forehead. He felt that his brain and heart were twitching.

Ian nodded in agreement, but didn't take a step.

"what are you waiting for?"

"I don't remember the way back." Ian was a little embarrassed, but he really didn't think too much before taking action.

After a period of hard breathing, the priest continued in a dry voice: "Yes, I will lead the way. But the monster wandering near the town is not dead yet, so I think I still need a gun for self-defense. The previous one was lost on the road.”

Ian had no reason to refuse, not to mention that the priest's gun was thrown away because of his pursuit. He felt guilty, and making amends would make him feel better. He took a pistol from his chest and gave it to Padre Lewis.

The priest took the gun, turned it over and examined it.

Last night was the first time Louis touched a gun in his life. He never thought that he would use this evil weapon to plot so many murders in a short period of time, but he had to take action when the time came.

Besides, everything fell into place, and he simply couldn't convince himself not to do something.

After a gunshot, the detective fell down clutching his chest.

At such a close range, all shooting skills are redundant.

Louis put away his pistol, knelt down beside the fallen body, and prayed for the dying man. Ian's young face showed a look of confusion and pain, and his chest was still rising and falling vigorously. This struggling posture could not help but It reminded him of his adopted son. Was the child like this before his death?

His mind was no longer as dry as a rusty gear, and many messy thoughts flowed out smoothly after this shot.

Although he fired the shot, the pain in his heart was real.

But at the same time, Louis felt a tinge of joy without even realizing it.

When he realized that Sevan was dead, there was no fluctuation in his heart. But when he saw that the child was about to die and connected it with the image of Sevan in his heart, he could feel the layer buried deep in his heart. sad.

He hasn't lost his emotions, and that's comforting to know.

"Sorry, kid, I have something to do too. Your curiosity is too much and it might get in the way."

Louis pressed his palm on Ian's chest, and the miracle of healing worked a little, but not much, and could not save the nearly extinguished candle of life. Compared with the increasingly brighter skylight approaching noon, Ian's face became increasingly darker.

Louis prayed for him again, and after finishing, he stood up and walked in the direction of Gevo.

Ian Lazarus is not dead yet, but the priest doesn't care. If God allows this young man to live, he will be happy to see it happen, because this young man is sinless. He just doesn't want to be disturbed before completing his final revenge. That’s all.

When the revenge is over, he will pay for his sins.

After Louis stayed away from here, Ian Lazarus also died not long after, until the sun gradually faded away, and a sneaky woman's figure flashed out of the jungle, it was Barbara.

She looked at the body of Ian Lazarus, her fangs biting through her lip.

She had persuaded the young man to stop thinking nonsense, but young people always like to have their own way. When she found something was wrong and followed the smell of blood and came there, everything was over.

Wait, it seems it’s not too late!

The first-generation vampire licked her lips again. The moment her fangs were withdrawn from her lips, the piercing scars had healed.

Those brown eyes once again glowed with a green curse in the forest.

With no other goals in sight, Clayton put more energy into the business side of things.

He and the two wizards went to the river to show off in the morning, and came back to visit customers in the afternoon. Most of these people contacted his farmers through Pei Lun. Although Jevo was just a remote town, the ancestors of the local residents were Treasure hunters from all over the world still left behind many valuable gadgets.

Old boxes with patina on their parts, jade tea cans made with ancient techniques, Tallinn-style tapestries, silver pomegranate amulets with auspicious meanings, a few old pocket watches, and a whole desk clock

Clayton watched with great interest, and he made an appointment with those who were interested in selling their property to order the goods first, and then send someone to pick them up after he returned to the city.

Neither wizard showed much interest in his actions.

"Who would buy these rags?" Julius asked puzzledly while flipping through the ledger. The hotel room already made him feel boring, and these things made him even more bored.

Although he helped keep the accounts, these old things were almost useless in his eyes, let alone rare. If he had to talk about their characteristics, they were half good and not bad. They had to be swept down and thrown away when placed on the table. It can make people feel a little sad when they go into the trash can.

The thought of dealing with them disinterested him.

Clayton was holding up a snuff bottle painted with anemones for evaluation. The expression on his face was not that of an antique dealer, but rather that of a sculptor who had studied deeply.

"The value of a rare commodity not only depends on its workmanship and cost, but also its spiritual connotation." He rubbed the snuff bottle, ignoring the old smell on it. The smell of old things has always been closer to him than new things.

Because this one was small enough, he took it back to the hotel first.

Since the other guests in the hotel moved out, he rented another room and moved his resting area to the second floor, making it easier to take care of each other.

In life other than dealing with monsters, this also provides certain conveniences for them to communicate with each other. At this moment, Donna was also in his room listening to his business experience. Although Clayton did not want his niece to have a high-profile job in the future, she must also understand these insights that would increase her own, so as not to be deceived one day.

"For example, a snuff bottle that has been passed down for several generations and has witnessed the glorious honors of ancestors is better than a snuff bottle randomly collected from the countryside."

It hurts to stay up late after being exposed to Yang. I will take it a little slower during this period. After I fully recover, I will complete the word count.