National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

At the critical moment, it still has to be the puppet clone! Su Mohui had no interest in Rong Hongyuan's violent and bloody memories, but she still copied all the memories and kept them in this clone.

So, when a middle-aged woman in bright yellow clothes walked quickly into the room, Su Mohui immediately looked up at her head.

However, the words "Si Heng" appeared above the head of this middle-aged woman.

[Ding Dong: Detected key figure - Si Heng, detailed information has been sent, host can check at any time]

The system's voice disrupted Su Mohui's thoughts. She looked at Rong Hongyuan, then glanced at Wei Shuming, secretly looking at the character's information in her mind.

Si Heng (Si Heng), female, unknown age, from the Ninth Heaven in a parallel universe. A scum of the matriarchal society, she once absorbed resentment to enhance her strength. After being punished by the Heavenly Dao and sent into the turbulent flow of time and space, she entered this world, changed her name to Si Heng, and later became a lackey of the Lord of Light...

The first person from a parallel universe appeared...

Su Mohui glanced at the contents of her system warehouse and backpack, picked out an ordinary treasure, and then used her consciousness to contact the small system: "Use this to exchange for more information about Si Heng. I know you can do it."

The small system looked at the treasure, stopped wanting to open its mouth to refute, and ran obediently to the backstage to get busy.

Back to the present, Si Heng was wearing a gorgeous hair accessory, her eyes were sharp, and she exuded a majestic aura. Her gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Su Mohui.

"Are you the great divine messenger?" Si Heng's voice was imposing without any anger.

Su Mohui nodded slightly and replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "That's right."

Si Heng looked at Wei Shuming again. "You said a thief broke into the treasury and pointed to this place? Do you have any evidence?"

Wei Shuming respectfully presented the compass, "Master Si Heng, your compass indicates that the thief's presence is here, and the needle is pointing to the Divine Messenger. Although I'm not sure the thief is the Divine Messenger, there must be something fishy going on."

Su Mohui sneered, "You want to slander me with just a compass? Isn't this compass capable of making mistakes?"

After hearing this, Si Heng did not ask any further questions. Instead, she frowned and began to check the fluctuations of the atmosphere in the room.

"Your Excellency the Divine Envoy is of noble status. How could he do such a sneaky thing?" Yu Wenshu felt a little suspicious after hearing what Su Mohui said. He took a step forward and said calmly.

"Besides, this compass isn't absolutely accurate. It might have been tampered with. Si Heng, you and I are both prophets. We shouldn't just rely on one side of the story. We should make our own judgment."

Si Heng glanced at Su Mohui, then looked towards the inner room. A gleam of light flashed across her eyes, and her gaze finally fell on the compass in Wei Shuming's hand.

After a long while, she stared at Rong Hongyuan and studied her for a long time before she spoke: "The compass shows that the thief is a man, so he can't be the Lord Divine Envoy."

"I have overstepped the bounds." Si Heng said, bowing slightly to Su Mohui and shrugging his bow. "Please forgive me, Lord Divine Envoy."

Su Mohui felt relieved for no apparent reason and nodded, "It's okay."

Wei Shuming's face turned slightly red. He lowered his head and whispered an apology to Su Mohui, then left with a group of people.

At this moment, Si Heng pulled out a handkerchief from her loose sleeves and wiped her hands. She looked at Yu Wenshu and asked, "Where's the young man named Shen who was with you before? Isn't he here today?"

..........

at the same time.

A man in a straw-green corset suddenly appeared in the outer area of ​​the Mortal Realm Church.

He first took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the mud off his hands, making sure every nail gap was clean. Then he slowly took out a pair of gloves and put them on gently.

Although the fabric of the gloves was valuable, the embroidery was rather crude. After putting on the gloves, he nodded slightly in a certain direction, as if he was quite satisfied with something.

He turned around, mumbling a tuneless tune, and was about to return home in a leisurely manner when his eyes inadvertently caught sight of a dark blue, vaguely shaped object on the side of the road, and a hint of curiosity arose in his heart.

But when he got closer and took a closer look, he saw that it was a young man in ragged clothes. At this moment, the young man's body was curled up like a shrimp, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips had an abnormal color that indicated illness.

"Oh my god!" Zhou Zheng exclaimed, squatting down to check on the boy, muttering, "Isn't this Shen Jia'an? Didn't he say he was going to look for his friends? How did he end up like this..."

Zhou Zheng realized that the other person's pulse was weak and almost non-existent. With a roar of "Ah", he laid Shen Jia'an flat on the ground, pinched his philtrum, called his name, and felt his pulse.

However, it seemed that he was discovered too late. Shen Jiaan's pulse was weak and it only beat slowly after almost ten breaths.

"Oh my god! Shen Jia'an?" Zhou Zheng couldn't help but exclaim in shock. He quickly squatted down and carefully examined the boy's condition, muttering to himself, "Didn't he say he was going to find his friends? How could he end up like this..."

Zhou Zheng soon realized that Shen Jiaan's pulse was so weak that it was almost undetectable. After a low cry of "Ah", he quickly laid Shen Jiaan flat on the ground, stretched out his fingers and pinched his philtrum hard, while anxiously calling his name, while concentrating on feeling the subtle changes in his pulse.

However, it seemed that everything was too late. Shen Jiaan's pulse was as weak as a gossamer, extremely powerless, and it only beat very slowly every ten breaths.

This situation made Zhou Zheng terrified. He hurriedly took out a bunch of pills from his arms and forced them into Shen Jia'an's mouth without thinking. He didn't let out a long sigh of relief until he saw the other party's Adam's apple roll slightly and confirmed that the pills had been swallowed successfully.

But he still couldn't feel the effect of this pill on Shen Jiaan. Even after he opened his eyelids, all he saw were unfocused pupils and gray eye whites.

However, time passed quietly minute by minute, and Zhou Zheng was looking forward to seeing the elixir take effect in Shen Jiaan's body, but the reality was like a stagnant pool of water, without any ripples.

He became more and more uneasy, and carefully pulled open Shen Jia'an's eyelids to look, but all he saw were empty, lifeless pupils that had lost focus, like deep black holes, swallowing up all vitality and hope. The whites of his eyes were filled with a chilling grayness, as if shrouded in the haze of death that could not be dispelled.

"Hey, you kid..." Zhou Zheng muttered softly, his face full of helplessness and resignation.

He glared at Shen Jia'an who was lying on the ground dying, then suddenly exerted force, lifted him up on his shoulders, performed the flash technique, and rushed towards a house inside the Mortal Realm Church.

And in a place that Zhou Zheng could not see, Shen Jia'an had woken up quietly. In his slightly opened eyes, a desire called "greed" flashed by in an instant.