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“So what did we decide?” Need helpers? – asked Xue Tsang.
– And if it is a trap?
– You do not believe Mu Bai?
– Do I believe? Why should I believe him? He again does not accept the baptism of the black church.
– Then tell me what to do? Cardinal Salan does not want to talk to me – asked Xue Tsang hurriedly
If the sacred source is found, they risk their lives. Because they know better than others that the water in this source is better than in the well of the city of Bo and has the best effect. Who would know that the city of Bo, which did not carry a secret threat today, will become the main obstacle …
– Most likely, this is a trap. But even if this is so, we can go and make sure it is true or not. If this is true, then the boy has a sacred source in his hands. – said Deacon Hujing
– Whom then send? – here xue asked Xiang
Deacon Hujing said, laughing: “Let us end our great triumph, let there be sacrifices, and I am not an exception.”
The museum was located in the southern part of the bell tower, this old place did not store antiques and books, but those things that proved that magic in China has existed for thousands of years.
When trouble came, all the antiques and literature were moved to a special warehouse in advance. People were less afraid of their own death than the death of these cultural monuments!
The museum was very large, the main hall of the museum was like a whole palace. The dome rose to 15 meters.
Trying to hide from the disaster, people filled the halls of the museum. It was cold and damp outside, and here was a paradise for refugees.
There was a rumble of voices everywhere, when Mo Fan arrived here, he regretted it a little. If there is a battle with the servants of the black church, many people may suffer. Now we need to figure out where to move people from here.
But still, what Mo Fan did not realize at all, is that as soon as he comes to the museum, a stranger will give him a note in which someone asked him to climb onto the roof of the museum alone.
Seeing this note, Mo Fan realized that the enemy was emboldened. But he still wants to see this deacon Hujing!
The roof of the museum was made of tiles, the eaves of its high rose, as if it was a beautiful royal palace.
Raindrops beat on the tiles, water flowed into the gutter along the rail. The chute was like a stream that turned into a waterfall. Water from the eaves flowed to the ground, falling into a pond. Like a dragon lying on the roof of a museum spat water!
The museum has become a huge gathering place for refugees. Below and there was no place for the apple to fall, only on this roof, with curved corners, it was very quiet and calm. And the cold rain poured incessantly from the sky.
Mo Fan was standing in the middle of the roof, throwing a free gray raincoat over his shoulders.
From here you could see the inner city walls, which were blurred in a veil of rain.
But if you look closely, then behind the inner walls you could see a huge detachment of evil, which came from all sides.
The tyrant is already close !!!
Sitting here, Mo Fan saw his body, rising in the rain clouds. In addition, from the clouds looked huge eyes, like two cold moons.
– Long time no see, Mo Fan. How is your father Mo Jia Xing? A voice came from behind Mo Fang.
Mo Fan turned slowly, saw that there was someone else on the roof. He was wearing a raincoat, the outlines of his imposing figure dimly acted in the veil of rain.
From under the hood of a raincoat, one could see a face with thick eyebrows and a beard, but from its glossy face one could see that it was a man who was not accustomed to refuse something.
Mo Fang didn’t like this type with all his heart. A long time ago, he took away the home of Mo Fang’s family, aversion turned into hatred.
But Mo Fan did not even think that his atrocities would be limited to this. Now he has done so much!
– My father is doing well. He is so rich that money has nowhere to spend. I found a beautiful stepmother for me, bought a few country houses, he lives nowhere better. Only now I did not think that you will draw here, that’s a surprise. – calmly answered Mo Fan.
“Ha-ha, you’re so smart that you see right through me.” Why am I hiding? But Zhang Xiao Hou lives better than I thought. He is still alive. But it is not important. Hmm, your father is a good person, and what I really regretted for my life is that I did not kill him early, and you, little rabbit, would not bring me so many problems. – laughed Mu He.
Mo Fan looked at the face under the hood. It really was Moo He!
Only the fact that Mu He so successfully enticed him to come here did not reassure Mo Fang.
But if he really is deacon Hujing, he could send other deacons here. He does not need to come here himself.
“I had a thousand and one ways to kill you,” said Moo Hee bluntly.
“I thought you wouldn’t do that,” answered Mo Fan.
– Yes, if I did that, people in court would doubt me. I could have done so that no one would have guessed. But I didn’t want to be suspected. This influenced our celebration today. Why did I want you to come to the roof? So that we can enjoy the beautiful view together! – Mu He opened his arms.
It feels like Mu He was not standing in the rain or in a city in disaster. He bathed in the pure light of joy and good mood!
After Mo Fan heard these words, his body became goosebumps.
– In fact, even if I knew that you would become an obstacle in my path, I would not have touched you with a single finger. Bear in mind that you still play an insignificant role in this magnificent ceremony – said Mu He.
“Do you still think that the sacred source is in my hands?” – Mo Fan laughed coldly.
– The sky darkened. Do you think that your sacred spring will live to dawn? And what if this city does not survive tonight? – asked Mou He.Translations by AxomiaHoiMoi Tranlations.
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