Chapter 178

After appreciating the brilliant fireworks completed by a demon who dedicated his life, the reaction of the second generation was very interesting, especially Angela, the first one, with a charming Banshee like face and changing look, which was very wonderful.

They are now regarded as extraordinary, and are involved with the "hasto club". Obviously, they know no less.

So they all know that the sound that seems to be an illusion just now actually represents a big man.

Holy confessor!

Martin Sims!

It is said that one of the twelve saints will almost become the legendary strongman of mythological figures.

Before contacting the extraordinary, the second generation only regarded it as an absurd legend.

But now, they are all in rapid evolution. Naturally, they can realize that many legends and myths in the mysterious side have traces to follow.

Nearly ten second generations, stiff in place.

Even if there is no movement, they dare not move.

A powerful monster was easily set off as fireworks. They were crushed to death every minute.

At this time, they can't believe the guarantee from the club. It's not safe to be immune to "evil detection" and not afraid of "light of repentance".

Their "silly" appearance completely fell into Tang Qi's eyes.

If it's not for late at night, he shouldn't make too much noise. At this time, he should laugh.

The second generation was in it, so he didn't notice it. Tang Qi saw it clearly.

The voice did come from Martin Sims.

To be exact, it should be the power of projection left in the gem by your Excellency the Confessor.

If it detects that the monster shows signs of getting out of trouble, and the monster fails to pass the judgment again, the scene just happened.

As for the Confessor, how's the master?

Obviously, this problem can not be touched by Tangqi at this level.

There is so little information that we can't even speculate.

The only confirmation is probably the collapse of the human setup.

"It is said in the monster file that the holy confessor is an extremely noble and upright ascetic. He is even unwilling to accept the canonization ceremony of the church because his idea is inconsistent with the Church of light. Although everyone knows that he is a holy confessor."

"It sounds like a respectable, upright and rigid old man."

"But it's hard to explain that scene just now. It's clearly an old man who has a childlike heart and likes to play tricks on monsters and greedy people."

Tang Qi muttered a few words, then took another look at the second generation who were stuck in place because of the Confessor's "Sao operation", smiled with Schadenfreude, then closed the curtains and turned to the carpet for meditation.

Tonight, there should be no excitement to watch.

It would be nice if the second generation were not frightened out of their psychological shadow.

When they go back and report to the club, it will obviously cause some chain reactions. It will be quiet for at least one or two days, Tang Qi guessed.

Sitting on the carpet, Tangqi did not immediately enter a state of meditation.

Instead, I thought about the purpose of hastu club.

They, with their eyes on the seal of the Confessor.

So why are those numbered treasure maps of the road to repentance?

So, the club is also used by those behind the scenes?

The second generation's extremely reckless and conspicuous actions tonight actually have a taste of trying to cover up.

Just revealed a true or false unknown purpose of the club, looking for a monster sealed by the Confessor, or an evil god?

The second generation may just be a cover on the surface.

It's hard to believe that the club will hand over such an important thing to a few second generation who are not smart and have just entered the mysterious side.

"Maybe tomorrow I should go to the library to check the books about the confessors, such as monster files or detailed records of the strong in the dark ages, to see if I can find the evil gods or monsters related to the hastu club?"

The last thought flashed along with some information about the club.

Evil god seeds... Polluters... Polluted pool... Co owners... It seems that they are very conspicuous. Maybe we can find some clues.

After thinking about the arrangements for tomorrow, Tang Qi didn't continue to guess, converged his thoughts and quickly entered the state of meditation.

The next day, early in the morning.

Tangqi prepares breakfast for himself as usual. While eating, he receives a call from Stana again.

The conflict is still escalating. This time, the Mellon family took revenge.

A rich man and his whole family were also slaughtered.

The rich man had made strong financial support when Gary Ross ran for mayor of Mercer, although there was no evidence that he was a member of the hastu club.

But the mysterious side never needs to find any evidence.

The violent resistance that broke out that night also proved that the Mellon family was right.

Listen to Stana, hall is even more angry.

In addition to the lack of cooperation between the two sides, the old Sith Knight disappeared as soon as he entered Mercer.

Hall didn't doubt that something would happen to Sith, but he was angry and couldn't find a strong helper at the critical moment.

He can't intimidate the club and the Mellon family at the same time.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Qi thought as he thought last night.

Quickly packed up, went out of the masonry building and went to the Mercer Library.

When I turned to lock the door, I took a look at the bell tower area with my remaining light. The big pit had disappeared.

I glanced at the lawn and fountain area of the main campus. Blood and other things were also handled very clean.

Against the crowd of high school students, I heard some voices when I left the campus.

"It's said that those life winners had a party again last night and had a great time."

"Yes, when I wake up, I forget everything. I can't be happier."

"I envy you. I also want to join that circle."

"Hehe, do you have 10000 gods in your family? That's the access condition!"

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"It seems to be handled well. I look forward to your follow-up performance."

Tang Qi smiled and muttered, then got on a bus, and a few stops away was the Mercer Library.

Soon, Tang Qi's figure appeared in a building that looked magnificent, solemn and full of humanistic atmosphere.

What you can see is a huge bookshelf and a large number of books.

Tang Qi, familiar with the road, entered an area that should have been rarely visited, a book collection area about mystics.

But this time, I saw a lot of people.

After a quick glance, Tang Qi didn't find an extraordinary person, but there were some strange smells on several people.

"It should be that some people accidentally came into contact with strange people. Come here to find the answer."

Tangqi didn't care. He just walked quickly under the bookshelves, glanced over, and quickly took down some books with his other hand.

Soon, he walked to the reading area with a lot of books in his arms. In his hands were the Confessor in the monster file, the detailed textual research on the road of confession, the Confessor in the legend of saints, and who was the strongest in the dark age.

In the evening, Tangqi left the library.

He didn't borrow new books, and he didn't plan to continue to come tomorrow. He consulted all the books he could consult throughout the day. Although there were some gains, it was still far from the information he wanted to see. I was not discouraged. After all, I didn't expect much.

It's good to have a little harvest.

In his mind, Tang Qi thought about the clues he got from books mixed with a lot of useless information. At the same time, he called a taxi and went to the suburbs.

He has another activity tonight.

The extraordinary market will open again.