Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled above the Evangelical Church.
Inside the wooden cabin partition.
Mu Wanqiu's expression was pale, her lips dry and cracked.
Her whole body was ice cold, like a piece of cold iron, held in Ai Li's arms, but her consciousness continued to disintegrate uncontrollably, and the black mist on her body gradually spread... permeating the air in the wooden cabin.
Aunt Ai's face was filled with worry as she looked towards the wooden door.
Mr. Zuo Wu, after entering the church, went to discuss with Lord Virgil.
It was unknown what they were talking about.
...
...
"Two hundred thousand, haha..."
The Holy Cross above the church's dome cast mottled, dark shadows through the large glass panes behind it.
Zuo Wu glanced at the tightly closed wooden cabin, asking expressionlessly, "Do you think these two worthless women are worth two hundred thousand?"
