Chapter 229
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Chapter 229: You’re Quite Heavy
The bishop’s eyes were fierce.
This move was his ultimate killing technique.
The soul-devouring spirits were the most lethal creatures he had nurtured.
They were highly aggressive, extremely fast, and could penetrate almost anywhere, capable of consuming a person’s soul completely in a very short time!
Even martial arts masters would be unable to defend against the simultaneous attack of more than ten ghost spirits!
“You dare to challenge me? I’ll have your soul devoured and make you experience the most extreme suffering in this world!” The bishop said coldly, glaring at Fang Yu.
“Soul-devouring spirits?”
Facing the dozen approaching soul-devouring spirits, Fang Yu raised his eyebrows as an aura burst from his body.
Light red true qi enveloped Fang Yu’s body.
“Squeak…”
When the dozen soul-devouring spirits rushed forward and touched Fang Yu’s true qi, they were instantly burned into white mist, letting out screams of agony!
Seeing this scene, the bishop standing nearby turned pale!
How!?
How could Fang Yu’s true qi burn the soul-devouring spirits!?
How was this possible?
Watching the dozen soul-devouring spirits fly to their death like moths to a flame before Fang Yu, the bishop’s heart pounded.
He knew that the young man before him was different from what he had expected.
This person… was not someone he could handle!
Thinking this, the bishop shot a resentful glance at Huang Deming, who was hiding to the side.
Damn Huang Deming!
How dare he act on his own and bring back such a powerful expert!
“I don’t have time to play with you. I’ll give you one last chance to remove the mark from her.” Fang Yu said coldly.
The bishop’s face turned pale as he nodded: “I can restore her consciousness.”
He knew clearly that if he refused again, Fang Yu would kill him without hesitation.
…
The bishop came out holding a white bowl containing clear water.
This was holy water.
“As long as she drinks this bowl of water, she will regain consciousness.” The bishop glanced at Ji Rumei, his eyes full of amazement.
Fang Yu took the bowl of water and after examining it, asked: “Just drinking this water will work?”
“Yes.” The bishop said.
Fang Yu squinted at the bishop.
The bishop’s heart skipped a beat.
Had he been discovered?
He indeed still had ulterior motives.
His blood was in this bowl of holy water.
If Ji Rumei drank it, she would indeed regain consciousness. But afterward, she would still bear his mark, and from then on, Ji Rumei’s life would be at his mercy, forced to obey his commands.
All the followers in this church had drunk such holy water and were under his control.
And he himself had drunk holy water given by his superior, unconditionally obeying orders from above.
This was the hierarchical principle within the Witch God Church.
Fang Yu didn’t speak, but just seeing the subtle changes in the bishop’s expression, he knew this so-called holy water couldn’t be that simple.
Fang Yu directly reached out and grabbed the bishop’s neck, lifting him up.
The bishop felt suffocated and struggled desperately.
Fang Yu’s eyes were cold as he said: “You’d better tell me everything, or I will kill you without hesitation.”
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk… please don’t kill me, don’t kill me…” The bishop, turning purple, begged loudly.
Fang Yu threw him to the ground.
The bishop, breathing heavily, confessed everything.
Afterward, he brought out another bowl of holy water.
This bowl of holy water contained no one’s blood.
Its function was simply to remove the mark from the soul.
Fang Yu had Ji Rumei drink this bowl of holy water.
After drinking it, Ji Rumei’s eyes first became clear, and seeing Fang Yu before her, she began to speak: “Mr. Fang…”
But before she could finish speaking, she closed her eyes and fainted.
Fang Yu knew this was normal.
Any operation on the soul would cause temporary weakness, especially given how fragile Ji Rumei’s soul was.
Fang Yu picked up Ji Rumei in his arms and coldly looked at the bishop, asking: “One last question, what is your relationship with the Xuanming clan?”
The bishop’s face turned pale, his eyes bewildered as he said: “I, I’ve never heard of any Xuanming clan…”
Fang Yu squinted at the bishop, confirming he wasn’t lying.
Could the similarities between the Xuanming clan and this Witch God Church really be just a coincidence?
Fang Yu didn’t think it was coincidental.
There must be some connection between the two.
It’s just that this bishop’s level was too low to know about it.
Fang Yu didn’t say anything more, carrying Ji Rumei as he turned to leave.
After walking out of the courtyard gate, Fang Yu thought for a moment and turned back to look at the so-called church.
The Witch God Church specifically targeted ordinary people, controlling their minds for profit.
Such a religion was clearly evil.
If they hadn’t provoked Fang Yu, it might have been fine.
But since they had, Fang Yu naturally wouldn’t let them off easily.
Fang Yu extended his right palm toward the building before him.
A powerful aura burst from his hand, and a mass of true qi blasted toward the church!
“Boom!”
The entire building collapsed!
The statue on top fell straight down!
Inside the church, Huang Deming and the bishop’s screams and cries of agony rang out.
Fang Yu paid no attention, carrying Ji Rumei as he turned and left.
…
It was almost midnight now.
This was the suburbs, without even streetlights, and no vehicles could be seen on the road.
Carrying someone, he didn’t know how long it would take to walk to the urban area where he could hail a taxi.
Fang Yu looked down at the sleeping Ji Rumei, and his heart unexpectedly skipped a beat.
She looked too similar, far too similar.
Why did she look so alike?
And not just looking alike, but among the vast world, she had actually crossed paths with Fang Yu!
This made Fang Yu unable to help but believe in something called fate.
After looking at Ji Rumei for a moment, Fang Yu once again overlapped her image with that woman’s.
Fang Yu gradually became lost in thought.
But he quickly came back to his senses and sighed.
No matter how similar they looked, they were still completely different, unrelated people.
Fang Yu stopped thinking about it, looked at the empty surroundings, and decided to run back.
He’d treat it as a post-midnight snack walk.
With a push of his feet, Fang Yu dashed forward.
…
As Fang Yu was rushing along, Ji Rumei in his arms, perhaps disturbed by the whistling wind, opened her beautiful eyes.
Seeing Fang Yu’s face so close and the strange angle, Ji Rumei became fully alert.
“Mr., Mr. Fang…” Ji Rumei spoke.
“Oh. You’re awake, we’ll be back in Jianghai City center soon.” Fang Yu looked down at Ji Rumei and said calmly.
Ji Rumei looked around and realized she was being carried in Fang Yu’s arms.
And Fang Yu was running forward quickly, faster than most cars!
However, Ji Rumei wasn’t concerned about the speed, but rather about Fang Yu before her.
She… was actually lying in Fang Yu’s embrace.
From childhood until now, this was her first such intimate contact with a man.
Ji Rumei’s face grew hot, quickly turning red.
“By the way, where’s your home?” Fang Yu looked down and asked.
“In the Linhai Villa District…” Ji Rumei answered softly.
“Linhai Villa District? I don’t know the way.” Fang Yu paused, saying.
Soon, Fang Yu stopped and put Ji Rumei back on the ground.
They were now at the entrance of Lijiang Residential Area.
“Call your subordinates to pick you up, or take a taxi home.” Fang Yu stretched and said.
“Al-alright.” Ji Rumei’s face was red, still in a shy state, speaking in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s.
“In the future, remember not to carelessly look at things others hand to you.” Fang Yu added a reminder.
At this point, Ji Rumei finally remembered what had happened tonight, her expression changing slightly.
From leaving the hotpot restaurant after paying, meeting that middle-aged woman, she had lost consciousness.
The next time she woke up was in Fang Yu’s arms.
“I’ll tell you exactly what happened another time.” Fang Yu said, “I’ve carried you running for over twenty kilometers, I’m really quite tired… To be honest, you’re quite heavy.”
Fang Yu’s words were like an arrow piercing Ji Rumei’s heart, making her face change dramatically.
“Mr. Fang, I, I… I’m sorry.” Ji Rumei lowered her head, biting her red lips as she spoke.
“Uh… I was just joking, don’t take it so seriously.” Fang Yu scratched his head seeing Ji Rumei’s strong reaction.
Ji Rumei wanted to say something more, but at this moment, the crisp sound of high heels approached from the side.
Fang Yu turned his head to see Li Shuomo, dressed in a black work uniform, walking toward him.
“Mr. Fang, I’ve been waiting for you all night. Would you have time now to talk with me?” Li Shuomo said with a smile, giving Fang Yu a slight bow.
