There was lightning and thunder in the night sky, and dark clouds rolled endlessly, as if a storm was brewing.

Under the interweaving of lightning, two figures stood still, standing quietly, facing each other, only about twenty meters apart, but it seemed like an insurmountable gap was separated, as if they were born hostile.

Zhang Qianjiang was a living example before. No matter how powerful the Undead tribe is, his heart is crushed and he cannot escape the ending of the Avici Hell. The dark blood spreads out along the street, and Edward's body has gradually become stiff.

The dark clouds rolled above my head, shaking.

"boom!"

Another thunder sounded.

Li Futu looked at the masked man who saw through his identity at a glance and spoke slowly, "Thank you for your help."

"If you have a heavy word, why do you need to thank me for your own duties?"

The man in the mask did not take any credit. The hand that squeezed Edward's heart gradually lowered, and blood flowed down his fingers. He seemed to have not realized it. The eyes exposed outside the mask were always staring at Li Futu, with an incomprehensible complex meaning.

After death, people lost their value, even a vampire count did not pay much attention to the corpses on the ground.

"You are from the Heresy Prison."

Unlike the intense and deafening thunder, Li Futu's tone was plain and gentle, and it was not a question, but a declarative sentence.

From the previous conversation between the other party and Edward and the matter just now, it is hard to think of other possibilities except for the heretical ruling that takes "killing all evil creatures in the world" as its mission.

It is not worth wondering that people from heretic rulings know themselves.

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

Compared to Li Futu's calmness, the man in the mask seemed to be more surprised.

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

Amazing courage.

You should know that the temple and the underworld are incompatible, not to mention that after the outbreak of the Wei River War, the conflict between the two sides has reached an unprecedented extreme. Recently, frictions of varying scales have frequently erupted in various regions. As the leader of the underworld, if you recognize your identity, you should eliminate it and then quickly.

However, even if the other party agreed to his identity as the heresy ruling station, Li Futu's eyes were still as quiet as an abyss, without any intention of angrily killing people.

"Public is the public, private is the private. In the vampire matter, we have the same goal. If you kill Edward, you can be considered a favor. Today's business, next time you meet, life and death will be based on God's will."

"Emperor Yan is indeed an ordinary person."

The man in the mask exclaimed and then said, "Then Emperor Yan... will meet again if he is destined to do so."

Facing the man with a mask, Li Futu was as quiet as the Five Mountains, without saying anything, and seemed to really not intend to take action.

Seeing this, the man in the mask turned around slowly.

The night was torn to pieces by the lightning, and a strong wind began to blew. The mask on his face was blown and floating. After turning around, his body paused for a moment, but there was still no movement behind him.

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

Li Futu stood there, watching the other party leave, never taking action.

"He's dead?"

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

Without turning around, Li Futu will know who the person is.

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

"You killed?"

Gong Zhengyu, who arrived, stopped beside Li Futu and turned his head to ask.

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

Gong Zhengyu frowned and subconsciously looked around, but there was no one on the street.

"It's the man from the heresy ruling."

Li Futu said.

"Heavenly Judgment?"

Gong Zhengyu withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Futu with confusion 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 from the Temple who stopped Edward and solved him."

"temple?"

Upon hearing this, Gong Zhengyu's eyes inevitably fluctuated. After all, in the battle of Wei River, she was the witness and witness.

"Where are their people?"

"Go away."

"Leave?"

Even Gong Zhengyu was inevitably a little stunned.

Li Futu nodded.

After a moment of silence, Gong Zhengyu slowly spoke: "Why don't you keep them?"

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

The increasingly fierce wind kept blowing his figure. He was like a rock, still standing still, only hearing the thunder and without words.

...

“Solved?”

A figure was waiting under the street lights in front of her. Even the nightlife clan had disappeared at this time and there was no ghost on the street, but she was different. She seemed to have not felt the increasingly harsh weather. Under the lightning of the fainter and darker lightning, the red flower was lit up between her eyebrows, beautiful and magnificent.

The man in the mask stopped in front of her, nodded without saying a word, and could not see any complacency and pride in completing the task. On the contrary, it seemed to have an inexplicable slight regret.

The woman also had a layer of gauze on her face, as if she could see through people's hearts.

"What? He didn't fight you?"

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

The face under the mask is completely an oriental, handsome and masculine. Moreover, if this face appears in Kyoto City, where the powerful people gather, it may cause huge waves.

The woman with a red flower on her eyebrows did not seem to dislike the bloodyness of his hands, nor was she afraid. She watched him wipe the blood on her hands and asked softly: "Why? Did you recognize you?"

The man in the mask paused for a moment and then shook his head.

"It shouldn't be."

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

The woman didn't ask any more questions.

"Your foundation is not bad. Although you cannot force it to the realm of the Human Emperor, you are not without any possibility of impact. Now being able to kill a vampire count is enough to win everyone's recognition. You have already delivered a relatively perfect answer to this trip to the Dragon Kingdom."

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

The man in the mask couldn't help asking.

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

Just a vampire count, you don’t need 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 stopped asking.

But when she turned around, the woman's eyes seemed to accidentally look at a building on the street.

Under the thunder and lightning, a figure stood on the rooftop of the building. Under the continuous intertwining light of lightning, the worn-out robe on his body seemed to shine even more than thunder and lightning.

Watching the woman and the man with mask leave, he lowered his eyebrows and folded his hands together.

"Amitabha."
Chapter completed!