The artist pulls out a weeping willow tree

Chapter 217: Lucky · Infiltration · Auspicious

"...Mr. Feng." The saint's voice sounded from inside the room.

Mr. Feng, who had just opened the window, blew out a smoke ring and turned away from the windowsill.

Jixiang saw the opportunity and quickly slipped into the room before the window was completely closed...

The decoration inside the room is even more luxurious than the space outside. It is decorated with various furniture made of rare materials, artworks created by famous artists, antiques, expensive paintings, etc.

Jixiang saw a lot of art collections that she had paid attention to and learned about before. One of them was the highest record in interstellar auction history created by Sunas Auction House last year. It was the "Woman with a Pearl Necklace" by the famous painter Rosli...

Mr. Feng nodded to the assistant who stayed in the room. The assistant bowed and immediately left the room and closed the door.

After the door closed, the atmosphere between the two people left in the room immediately became different.

The saint who always smiled dignifiedly had an abnormal blush on his face, and his eyes were blurred by the fanatical and sticky admiration.

"...Come here." Mr. Feng, who was sitting on the sofa, biting a cigarette, stretched his arms on the back of the sofa, looking like he was opening his arms.

Upon hearing this, the Saint immediately knelt down and crawled over... He really crawled over on all fours...

Jixiang, who was sitting in the best audience seat in the air relying on his spiritual power, was stunned: "..."

6Wow…

The saint knelt at Mr. Feng's feet and carefully laid his head on Mr. Feng's legs.

Mr. Feng patted the saint's head with one hand, took a deep puff of cigarette, and then asked, "...How is the preparation of the 'sacrifice' going?"

"In reply to the Divine Envoy, everything has been prepared..." The Saint's gentle voice was replaced by a soft timbre.

There is more and more ambiguity in the air... Jixiang's facial expression has turned into a facial expression pack...

"It wasn't leaked, right?" Mr. Feng said with a dark look.

At the same time, the spiritual energy emanating from Mr. Feng's body suddenly boiled up. Jixiang immediately carefully sensed it, and felt that there was a strange mixed feeling in the energy...

Jixiang had almost never actively sensed the spiritual energy of ordinary talents, because the overflowing spiritual energy was too little, and it was difficult to sense more accurate and useful things. At this moment, taking advantage of Mr. Feng's violent mental fluctuations, Jixiang thought he could gain more, but the results of his perception were not ideal...

"Such important news will of course only be told to the Lord God's Messenger." The saint and Mr. Feng looked at each other with a tearful look in their eyes.

"Heh... Why didn't you mention that I was the only one serving other gods?"

Although Mr. Feng's words sounded as if he was jealous, his tone was actually quite casual, and he was obviously teasing the saint.

But the saint was so excited when he heard this that he expressed his loyalty like a young girl in love...

While the two were busy flirting, Jixiang quickly used his mental power to search the entire room... In the end, all he got were still those decorations of considerable origin.

At this time, it was almost time for the midday prayer to end.

Mr. Feng and the Saint were already entangled in the innermost large bed, engaging in an indescribable scene.

Jixiang slipped out of the room as quickly as a dog chase. These two people were really disgusting. They were just two large piles of pollutants... Jixiang, who suffered internal injuries, returned to the room very weakly.

The following time was very quiet, with only people from the Creation God Cult in the private forest.

Mr. Feng and the Saint only reappeared at night.

The two men appeared at a time when all the church staff were asleep, but Jixiang, who had been waiting secretly, stood stealthily in the corridor.

After the two men came out of the room, they left without taking anyone with them. Seeing this, Jixiang quickly followed.

The two men's destination was the Saint's room. After entering the room, the Saint opened the wardrobe, which contained a secret door.

Fortunately, the space behind the secret door was large enough, and Jixiang entered smoothly. After entering, Jixiang realized that behind the secret door was a fixed track energy vehicle.

The rail energy vehicle, which can carry more than a dozen people, immediately moves along the predetermined track after recognizing the passengers entering, and arrives at the destination in a few minutes - the underground space where Fang Daya is hiding.

Jixiang followed the two and successfully entered the underground space. There were very few people in the underground space, but they were very respectful to the two.

"...The people here are all confidants." The saint explained in a low voice to the frowning Mr. Feng.

"I won't let you go if anything happens..." Mr. Feng warned with a cold look in his eyes.

Jixiang, who followed closely behind the two and listened to the entire conversation, curled his lips. These two were a typical case of stealing company property...

The underground space was like a maze, and many rooms were covered with materials that could block spiritual power... Rich! Very rich!

The poor ghost Jixiang's spiritual power was twisted into wool curls out of jealousy. Her mind was now full of dangerous thoughts of making a fortune...

After walking around for a long time, we finally reached the destination room.

The abnormal emptiness is not only due to the extensive use of technological products, but also for doing things secretly! As the saying goes, don't make loud noises, work quietly!

The room was large and served as a laboratory. On the platform in the middle lay a comatose child with his limbs and head fixed with metal.

Jixiang's mental power swept over and it turned out to be the little boy whose mental power had the attribute of wind.

The little boy had been washed clean and was only wearing a pair of shorts. His exposed skin was covered with not only dense old scars but also new scars that had just healed.

Mr. Feng walked over and stared at the little boy's head greedily, and confirmed with the saint: "...Is this the missing 'sacrifice'?"

"Yes." The saint replied, "This beast was hiding in a low-level breeding farm and was caught after his mental power unexpectedly exploded."

"…Where are the people who arrested him?"

"Are you asking about those idiots? They have already returned to 'God's arms'..." the saint smiled.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng gave the saint an appreciative look and said with a grin, "Really? It looks like they have a chance to regain 'wisdom'. If they can please 'God's favor', hahahahahaha..."

Mr. Feng, who had been laughing like a lunatic for a long time, finally stopped smiling and ordered in a cold voice, "Get out."

"As you command, my Lord."

“Hahahahaha… The ‘Divine Festival’ is finally about to begin again…”

Amid Mr. Feng's joyful laughter, the saint turned around and left the room without hesitation.

"Haah..." Mr. Feng took a deep breath, and the dark and twisted expression on his face finally calmed down.

"Rest in peace, I will enjoy it well..." Mr. Feng's sinister voice sounded in the silent space, as if carrying the shadow of death...

Jixiang's expression turned serious.

This Mr. Feng is now consciously using an abnormal amount of mental energy!