It is no exaggeration to say that the Holy Island is isolated from the rest of the world.
But at this time, the Holy Island is not as relaxed as usual. The people of the Holy Religion on the island all have serious faces, and they obviously have very serious worries.
The manor in the center of the Holy Island was now under martial law, with countless members of the Holy Cult patrolling the manor, and no one was allowed to enter or leave the manor.
Xiang Zhu stood at the door of a room in the manor with a complicated expression.
"Uncle He, do you think my father can survive this test?" Xiang Zhu frowned tightly.
Uncle He, who was standing next to her, sighed and looked at the room: "The Holy Lord has to survive even if he can't. We are not ready yet. If the Holy Lord suddenly leaves, we can't control so many people below."
Xiang Zhu nodded slightly.
At noon today, the Lord's health suddenly deteriorated. It has been more than ten hours since he was rescued. The doctors kept coming in and out of the room, each with a serious look on his face.
And at the door of the manor, an uninvited guest came.
With a sad look on Wan Heyu's face, she led a large number of close men, including hundreds of people, to the gate of the manor.
At this time, the manor is under martial law and no one is allowed to enter.
"Deputy Leader Wan, what do you mean?" A Holy Cult Protector who was loyal to the Holy Lord stopped Wan Heyu at the door and said, "The Holy Lord is unwell and will not see any guests today."
Wan Heyu said with a sad face: "I have been in a relationship with the Holy Lord for decades. My brother is not in good health today. I came to take a look. Is it okay?"
Speaking of this, Wan Heyu's face darkened: "Or do you have other intentions? You deliberately blocked me from the door."
"Brother Wan, don't blame him. This is the order given by the Holy Master before he fainted. No one is allowed to enter the manor."
Uncle He walked out of the manor, saw Wan Heyu bringing so many people, and asked: "Brother Wan, what are you doing bringing so many people here?"
Wan Heyu said: "My brother is dying today. I am afraid that someone will take advantage of others and take my people to protect my brother personally."
Having said this, Wan Heyu said to the confidants beside him: "Surround the manor and don't allow anyone to enter or exit."
"You!" The protector who had previously blocked Wan Heyu wanted to stop him, but was held back by Uncle He, who shook his head slightly.
Within the Holy Religion, there is only one person who can defeat Wanhe Yu, and that is the Holy Lord.
At this time, the Holy Lord fainted, and no matter how much he talked to Wan Heyu, it was of no use.
And Wan Heyu does have other thoughts now.
When he learned that the Holy Lord's body suddenly deteriorated, he became ecstatic and immediately arranged for his men to take action. They immediately controlled the various exits of the Holy Religion. Of course, the most important thing was the Holy Lord's house.
Wan Heyu immediately brought people to control the manor. Once the news of the Holy Lord's death spread, he would immediately imprison Xiang and Uncle He.
By then, it will be much easier to control the Holy Religion.
Thinking of this, Wan Heyu was very excited. After his people took control of the entire manor, he walked into the manor.
When he came inside, he couldn't be happier to see all the doctors inside looking worried.
When Uncle He came back, he quietly told Xiang Zhu about the situation outside.
After Uncle He finished speaking, he asked: "Miss, do you need us to take down Wanhe Jade? There are people in the manor who are loyal to the Holy Lord."
Xiang Zhu shook his head: "Don't act rashly. If something happens to Wan Heyu, the people he arranged outside may rush in to take revenge at all costs. My father's safety is uncertain now, so don't take risks."
Xiang Zhu felt helpless. As soon as his father's incident happened, Wan Heyu impatiently brought people to surround the entire manor.
It's simply arrogant and arrogant.
No matter how dissatisfied he was with Wan Heyu's behavior, Xiang Zhu could only endure it.
If the matter was as simple as killing Wan Heyu, then the Holy Lord would have solved Wan Heyu long ago.
But fighting for power and profit never involves just killing an individual.
If Wan Heyu is killed, all the people below him will be in turmoil.
Wan Heyu also came to Xiang Zhu at this time and asked with concern: "Little niece, how is my brother's health? Are he okay?"
Xiang Zhu looked at his hypocritical appearance and sneered. At this time, he was probably the one who most wanted something to happen to his father.
"Thank you, Deputy Hierarch Wan, for your concern. My father is just slightly unwell, nothing serious." Xiang Zhu nodded slightly and said.
Upon hearing this, Wan Heyu said: "As long as it's okay, it's okay. It makes me worried to death."
Although he said this, he also snorted coldly in his heart. He's a tough talker. It's not a serious problem. Can he ask a doctor to perform an operation for more than ten hours?
However, the Holy Lord was not dead for a while, and Wan Heyu did not dare to show it too obviously.
Xiang Zhu frowned and could only pray in his heart that his father would survive, otherwise something serious would happen.
In the manor, Uncle He chatted with Wan Heyu from time to time, but they only talked about random topics. They were obviously not in the mood to chat.
Xiang Zhu closed his eyes and rested his mind.
After a full hour, finally, a doctor opened the door and walked out of the room.
"How is it?" Wan Heyu was more active than Xiang Zhu's own daughter, and hurriedly took the doctor's hand: "Is there anything wrong with the Holy Lord?"
Xiang Zhu and Uncle He hurried over and stared at the doctor.
"Alas." The doctor sighed, but before he could speak, Wan Heyu burst out laughing when he saw his appearance.
Just as he was about to speak, he ordered his people outside to arrest everyone in the manor.
The voice of the Holy Master came from inside the door: "Why are you laughing? Are you afraid that I won't die quickly enough?"
Hearing this voice, Wan Heyu was so frightened that he trembled all over and looked at the doctor strangely.
The doctor raised his hand and said: "After our rescue, the Holy Lord has been rescued."
Wan Heyu wants to kill this bastard. Now that he has been rescued, you can't help but sigh.
However, he still had to pretend to be happy and hold the doctor's hand and said: "I have known for a long time that my old brother Hongfu Qitian would have nothing to do."
This is an afterthought and it really has no technical content.
At this time, the Holy Master slowly walked out with the help of others.
His face was pale, and there was someone supporting him. The doctor wanted to say something, but the Holy Lord waved his hand.
The doctor nodded and withdrew knowingly.
"Father, are you okay?" Xiang Zhu hurriedly walked over, took the Holy Lord's hand and helped him up.
The Holy Lord looked like most of his body had been buried in the ground.
"Xiao Wan, when I was born, you led people to surround me, Zhuangzi. What do you mean?" the Holy Master asked slowly.
Although his tone seemed to be very calm, Wan Heyu was frightened. With the Holy Lord's temper, he was already murderous if he could say such words.