Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

"Wait," Lin Hun half-knelt down and picked up the miracle scroll on the ground, and shouted, "You can't leave yet!"

Petrus paused.

At this time, he had arrived at the entrance of the temple. Another step would lead him to the temple. He believed that Lin Hun would not dare to attack him under the sight of the gods.

Now he had two choices. One was to pretend that he did not hear Lin Hun's voice and just leave. The other was to turn around and listen to what this undead man was going to say.

Petrus greedily made the third choice.

He took a step forward and turned around as he entered the temple.

He appeared in the sight of the gods and then stopped.

"Friend, is there anything else I can help you with?"

This time, Brother Huixin did not step forward to stop them. Although he did not believe in gods, he still had to respect them.

What's more, he himself is not a priest, and attacking a priest in a place where the gods can see is no different from slapping God in the face.

It was neither reasonable nor moral for him to intercept him. He even still didn't understand why Lin Hun wanted to stop Petrus.

"If we don't intend to kill him directly, there is no other way but to let him go. Maybe letting him go can reduce some hatred. This kid, isn't it just deepening the conflict by suddenly calling him back?"

Brother Huixin believes in cutting the grass at its roots.

But if it is impossible to eradicate the problem completely, it is possible to reduce and resolve the conflict in a timely manner.

There's no reason to be on guard all the time.

Lin Hun stuffed the scroll into his waist bag and strode towards Petrusu with his head held high and a menacing look on his face.

He was so frightened that he trembled and grabbed the Morning Star Hammer hanging on his waist without any concealment. This was a warning to Lin Hun not to come closer.

He was not afraid of who Lin Hun was. He accelerated suddenly, from a jog to a run.

Petruston felt something was wrong, so he held up the Morning Star Hammer and remained alert at all times, ready to launch a thundering attack at the slightest sign of trouble.

Unfortunately, the thunder was too slow and was strangled in the cradle before it could lock onto the target.

Brother Huixin only felt a black shadow passing by his eyes.

When he looked again, he found that Lin Hun had come in front of Petrus and grabbed his wrist as he raised his arm holding the Morning Star Hammer.

Petrus really tried his best to kill Lin Hun.

I have warned you before and have legitimate reasons, so you don't have to worry about being in the wrong if someone holds you accountable.

Coupled with the torture that Lin Hun had been inflicting on him, he would get ghostly every time he thought about it.

How can we not seize the opportunity to settle both new and old grudges?

However, he overestimated his own strength, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not move down at all.

The sturdy arms look fat, but are extremely powerful. When exerting force, the muscles bulge high and the outlines are clearly visible.

"How is this possible!? This guy! How can he be so strong!?"

Looking at the Lin Hun in front of him, he seemed calm and composed. It seemed that even if he exerted all his strength, it would be like a child competing with an adult. He could handle it easily without any pressure at all.

Crush, a complete crush.

Only by facing Lin Hun directly can you feel the power contained in that body.

Petrus knew that the guy in front of him had only shown the tip of the iceberg and was far from reaching his limit, but he could not defeat him with just this tip!

"Damn it, how can he have such power! Is this the greatness of the soul! If I, if I can leave this place without waiting for those free souls, how can I be no match for these lowly undead!?"

When the gap in strength becomes large enough, the idea of ​​confrontation cannot arise at all.

But conflicts, hatred, fear and anger will naturally shift.

Petrus subconsciously attributed all his failure to those fools whom he looked down upon but had to wait patiently.

"Don't be so excited, my friend. Praise the gods, you just gave me a miracle. How could I hurt you? Don't be nervous. I came with sincerity. I just want to make a deal with you."

As soon as Lin Hun opened his mouth and heard his voice, Petrus' temples began to beat unconsciously.

It was just an ordinary sentence, but he felt like a group of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears.

Fortunately, "sincerity" and "deal" were his favorites, so he cheered up and listened to Lin Hun's words.

Looking at the smiling face in front of me, I wanted to embed the Morning Star Hammer into it countless times.

"Finally I can have something happy tonight."

By blaming all the problems on others, Petrus' anger has dissipated a lot. Trading is exactly what he likes most.

After all, he needs to wait for his teammates and cannot leave the Firelink Shrine. If he wants to gain souls and become stronger while maintaining his humanity, he can only rely on trading.

Enduring the throbbing of his temple, Petrus patted Lin Hun's arm as a gesture.

After it relaxes, reinsert the Morning Star Hammer into the lower back.

When talking about business, you should have the attitude of talking about business.

"Then please tell me briefly what the deal is," Petrus deliberately emphasized the word "simple".

There was no way. The devil's sound filling his ears once was enough to cause him to have auditory hallucinations. If it happened again, he didn't know when he would be able to recover.

"It's a small matter, a small matter," Lin Hun flatteredly dragged Petrus and tried to pull him out of the temple to the campfire for a detailed discussion.

This pull instantly pulled Petrus' nerves, and the soles of his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.

No matter how Lin Hun dragged me, I remained motionless.

He said with a twitching face and a half-smile.

"Let us discuss this here, my friend. Our transaction will be fair and just under the gaze of the gods."

"This~" Lin Hun glanced at the statue and sighed helplessly, "Okay——"

"There is indeed a ghost!"

Seeing Lin Hun's reluctant look, Petrus felt relieved. Fortunately, he held on. If he was dragged away from the temple, the two hundred kilograms of flesh might be reduced to only two ounces of ashes.

"Do you have that thing?"

Lin Hun whispered in Petrus' ear.

He looked so cautious that even Brother Dixin beside him didn't hear what he said. He just looked over curiously and tried to listen to the conversation between the two.

"That thing? What is that thing?"

Petrus nodded in confusion. Lin Hun's words were vague and he couldn't guess what he was referring to specifically. But it didn't matter. A transaction was nothing more than you cheating me and me cheating you, and the main thing was to use the information gap.

Don’t ask me if I have it, just tell me what you want. I have whatever you want.

Even if you don’t have it, you have to have it!

"Oh, you mean that thing - of course! Of course I have it here!"

Petrus replied seriously, with an expression of indescribable sincerity.

Lin Hun was overjoyed.

"real!"

His voice was a little loud, and after he finished speaking he couldn't help but secretly glance at Brother Dixin who was standing next to him with a confused look on his face, looking like a guilty thief.

"You must be joking. Who am I? Clergyman Petrus! Everyone knows that I have everything here! I have everything you need. How many do you want?"

Petrus made the promise confidently. Although he didn't know which "that" was, he had already begun to think about how many souls one "that" should be worth.

"But the information is still a little insufficient. I have to confirm whether it is really "that". Didn't they say that the undead have no feelings? Why does this guy still need "that"? Humph~ A country boy, with all his strength, he still has to be played around by me."