On a train that was speeding forward, Fang Heng was breathing heavily.
Fortunately, Shan Fucai and his party did not catch up, probably because they were afraid of the aura of the dead world.
Sitting in the back seat of the vehicle, Yu Jiayuan was like a zombie, mumbling to herself.
"It's over, it's all over..."
No more fun.
Even the last hope was shattered.
Is the only way to become a degenerate?
"Hello, Yu Jiayuan."
Fang Heng drove the vehicle and glanced at Yu Jiayuan in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Hearing someone calling her name, Yu Jiayuan raised her head, with a bit of confusion in her eyes.
It feels like the whole person has lost his soul.
If Fang Heng hadn't pulled her away just now, Yu Jiayuan wouldn't be bothered.
Forget it if you get caught.
In order to collect the items needed for the ritual of summoning the demon imp, Yu Jiayuan spent a lot of time and money. It would be impossible to gather the items needed for the summons again in a short period of time!
Falling short at the last minute!
hateful!
Yu Jiayuan sighed deeply.
This thing is fate.
There is no way.
She could only admit it.
"It's over, Fang Heng, everything is over."
Fang Heng curled his lips and said, "Don't be so pessimistic. We just tried it and it seems that your action plan is not very good. Now let me take the lead. Do you have any objection?"
Yu Jiayuan didn't understand what Fang Heng meant for a while. She sat in the back seat and stared at Fang Heng for half a second.
Suddenly, she reacted, stared at Fang Heng closely, and raised her voice a few minutes, "What do you mean?! You mean you have a way to remove the pollution?"
"indeed."
Fang Heng nodded and said, "But I can't guarantee success, and this method is very dangerous."
Yu Jiayuan immediately came to life and said quickly: "What can I do!"
There is another way!
Didn't you tell me earlier!?
Fang Heng looked forward, driving the vehicle attentively, and asked: "Have you ever heard of an organization called the Hope Federation?"
"Hope for the Union, hope..."
Yu Jiayuan muttered it several times in a low voice, then recalled something, with a bit of confusion in her eyes, and said, "You mean the Holy Court?"
"Yes! Have you heard of it?"
Fang Heng nodded immediately and gave a general explanation about the Hope Federation.
Since Yu Jiayuan's plan failed, she could only start from the Holy Court.
Fang Heng has always been 100% wary of Saint Viona.
After Yu Jiayuan's action plan failed, she retreated to the next best option and then decided to try Viona's method.
And Fang Heng already has a plan.
Doesn’t it mean that the Hope Federation has the ability to clean up pollution?
To be on the safe side, let Yu Jiayuan test the waters first.
"good!"
After hearing Fang Heng's explanation, Yu Jiayuan immediately agreed without any hesitation.
Isn’t it just to be a guinea pig?
She has nothing left to lose.
Give it a try!
If you win, you gain blood! If you lose, you gain life!
…
the next day.
The sky gradually gets brighter.
Fang Heng raised his head and looked out the window.
A few rays of morning light filtered through the city shrouded in clouds.
After driving for half a night, they had entered a slum area 20 kilometers away from the Aduttulang District.
The vehicle drove on the muddy path for nearly half an hour before stopping.
There is only a muddy path ahead, which is no longer passable by vehicles.
"Here we are."
Yu Jiayuan happened to buy a special prop called Xishi in the slums before, and she had some impressions of the Hope Federation.
"The Hope Federation's stronghold is deep in the slums. I went there once, and it was very ordinary there at the time."
Fang Heng got out of the car, glanced at the cluster of low houses not far away, and nodded.
"Well, lead the way, let's go."
The two of them continued along the muddy path and entered the dirty and smelly slum area.
There are not only refugees in the slums, but also some idle people from all walks of life.
Noticing Fang Heng and the other two, many people looked at them.
Halfway through, Yu Jiayuan explained the situation here to Fang Heng in a low voice.
"The Federation of Hope was established deep in the slums. This is their base of activities. Most of the people in the slums are from Odot. That place has been suffering from wars all year round. Many people have fled from there. The government departments have no time to manage them. They
There was no identification, and over time a ghetto was established here.”
"Huh? The government allowed them to build a ghetto here?"
"No permission from the government is needed. The sovereignty here is in dispute. Frictions often occur between our country and neighboring countries. Once conflicts intensify, this area will become the first battlefield. Both sides have a tacit understanding to use this area as a buffer area.
Any military action here will cause a stress response on the other side."
Yu Jiayuan lowered her voice and whispered: "In addition, this is also the main channel for smuggling. We can buy some black market goods here."
After walking through the bustling open-air market and twisting and turning, Fang Heng and Yu Jiayuan arrived at a church deep in the slums.
Semi-abandoned church.
Devastated by the war, the church's outer walls had been damaged in various ways, and one wall had even completely collapsed.
Through the outer wall, Fang Heng saw that many people were praying in the church.
Outside the church, two boys saw Fang Heng coming and handed them hand-painted flyers.
"Even in the darkness of despair, we can still find traces of the existence of light."
Yu Jiayuan glanced at the words on the flyer and handed the flyer in her hand to Fang Heng.
It seems that the Holy Court is not doing well here, and it can only spread in the slums.
Fang Heng shrugged, put away the flyers and walked into the church with Yu Jiayuan.
Immediately two believers came forward.
"Today's morning prayer time has begun, please stay."
"We are here to find Gan Honghua. Please tell Mr. Gan that it was Viona who asked me to come to him."
One of the believers nodded when he heard this, pointed to the old man in front of the hall who was presiding over the prayer ceremony, nodded and said: "Bishop Gan is presiding over the morning prayer. I will convey it immediately after the prayer ceremony is over. You two can sit here for a moment."
Take a rest."
Fang Heng and Yu Jiayuan looked at each other and simply sat on the chairs nearby, quietly waiting for the prayer ceremony to end.
After more than ten minutes, the people who participated in the daily prayers left, and Gan Honghua came over.
"I am Gan Honghua, how can I help you?"
Gan Honghua is an old man with a gentle and kind smile on his face, which makes people feel kind of friendly.
Fang Heng stood up and said: "Bishop Gan, Saint Viona asked me to come to you."
Gan Honghua waved his hand to the believers on the side to retreat, and lowered his voice and said, "I have heard about it. Does the Holy Lady have any instructions?"