Gaowu: Invincibility starts with basic archery skills

Underground, in a spacious hall, the fire in the corner burned silently.

Just in this hall, there were more than ten or twenty men in black robes standing, their faces covered by wide brims of hats, adding a touch of weirdness to the already quiet atmosphere.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the front left, like leather shoes stepping on the floor.

A middle-aged man in a red robe walked slowly towards here.

He looked to be in his thirties or forties, with fluffy curly hair and a smile on his face, giving people a friendly and kind feeling.

"I've met the Bishop!"

More than twenty people in black uniformly knelt down on one knee, looking at the man in red robes with eyes full of respect.

"Lord Dark Devil is here."

The man in red robe showed a pious look on his face, tapped his body a few times with his fingers, and looked diagonally upward.

Then, he slowly lowered his head, the smile on his face became gentler, and said: "Everyone, get up."

A group of men in black robes stood up from the ground.

"My Lord Bishop, do you have something to announce when you summon us here?"

The leader, a man in black robe, asked with a respectful expression.

The man in red robe nodded, glanced at everyone, and said: "There are two things in total, let's talk about the first one."

He clapped his hands.

The next moment, a man who was pinned to a wooden frame was pushed out from a small door by two men in black robes.

Suddenly, the smell of blood wafted through the hall.

The man who was tied to the wooden frame could not find a good piece of meat in his body. He was so angry that he looked like he had been tortured and might die at any time.

When many people in black robes saw this, their eyes showed unbearable looks.

It's not that they haven't seen anything worse than the scene before them, it's because they know the person being tortured.

In other words, a few days ago, he was one of them.

"You all know him, right?"

The man in red robe asked with a smile.

"know."

"know."

Everyone did not dare to neglect and said one after another.

The person who was tied to the wooden frame seemed to be awakened by the movement around him. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at everything around him.

The atmosphere in the hall became quiet at this time.

"Lord, Lord Bishop."

The man seemed to have come to his senses, with a look of pleading in his eyes, and said in a weak voice: "My Lord Bishop, please give me another chance."

"Give you another chance?"

The man in red robe raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, yes," the man's voice said intermittently: "Last time, there was an accident. Mr. Bishop, please give me another chance. I will definitely get back double what I lost last time. Please. Yes, Your Majesty Bishop."

If Chen Fan were here, he would definitely recognize that the shapeless guy in front of him was the pawn he arranged to enter the cult that day.

His original intention was to use this guy to get information about other cult teams. On the one hand, he would eliminate harm for the people, and on the other hand, he would gain a lot of experience points by destroying the black balls in their hands.

But judging from the scene in front of him, it seemed that his purpose had not been achieved.

"Do you think I should give him another chance?" The man in red robe looked at everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, unable to figure out this person's attitude, and remained silent.

At this time, the man who spoke at the beginning straightened his chest and said, "My Lord Bishop, I don't think it should be done."

"Oh? Why?" The man in red robe asked with a smile.

"My Lord Bishop, Peng Song did not do his job well. Not only did he lose the sacred object, but he also killed other people in the team. If we let him go this time, then next time if this happens again, Lord Bishop, will he also have to do it?" What about letting the next person go?"

"Fang Liang, you, you..."

Peng Song stared at the man who spoke, with deep hatred in his eyes.

"My Lord Bishop, I feel that Peng Song cannot be kept here."

Another man in black robe stood up, and judging from the voice, he turned out to be a woman.

Fang Liang frowned and seemed a little dissatisfied.

The woman said with an indifferent expression: "Peng Song lost the sacred object, but he still has the nerve to come back. Moreover, everyone else in the team is dead, and he is the only one alive. Is there a possibility that he is greedy for life and afraid of death? What about abandoning the sacred object and the rest of the team at a critical moment?"

"You, you, you are such a mouthful!"

Peng Song's eyes turned blood red.

He clearly remembered that it was his teammates who sacrificed their lives to delay time for him, allowing him to escape.

It’s not about running away from the battlefield or being greedy for life and afraid of death!

"I'm a slanderer?" The woman sneered, "Even if I'm a slanderer, if you don't do your job well, shouldn't you commit suicide and apologize? If it were me, if you lose the sacred object, you won't come back at all. Even if you die, I won't come back. Will perish together with the enemy."

When the man in red robe heard this, a flash of approval flashed in his eyes.

Fang Liang looked at the woman and clenched his fists tightly.

This guy picks up people's wits and flatters others. He is so shameless!

The man in red robe glanced at the others and said, "Where are the others? Don't you have anything to say?"

People behind, you look at me, I look at you.

Among them, there are many who have a good relationship with Peng Song. I couldn't bear to see him suffer such a big crime, but now I can't bear to hear that what Fang Liang and the two just said was to kill Peng Song, and I can't bear it even more.

In addition, everyone present was doing the same thing.

Today, Peng Song was tortured to death because he lost the sacred object.

Then tomorrow, they will be the ones who lose the sacred object.

Is Peng Song a lesson to them?

Therefore, in a sense, helping Peng Song is helping themselves.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

A man in black robes said: "Peng Song has devoted his whole life to the church over the years. Even if he has no merit, he has worked hard. This time he lost the sacred object. He really deserves death. But, Lord Bishop, can you see that Since he has worked so hard for so many years and has been punished, why don’t you give him a chance to redeem himself and make meritorious deeds?”

"Yes, Bishop," someone took the lead, and other voices also sounded one after another, "If Peng Song still loses the sacred object next time, I believe that he will commit suicide without your intervention, Bishop." .”

"Master Bishop, give him a chance."

Peng Song breathed a sigh of relief after hearing more than a dozen voices begging for mercy on his behalf.

With so many people interceding on his behalf, he should be able to escape today.

Hey, if he knew that he would encounter something like this after coming back, he would rather escape to other places. Although he would be hunted down, it would be better than receiving this inhuman treatment.

Of course, everything has happened now, and it's too late to say anything.

He glanced at Fang Liang and the two people who had spoken before.