I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The young man remembered the only loss-making business he had ever done in the Western Continent, and suddenly felt depressed.

"Don't you know that the Dawn Cult was looking for the whereabouts of that body? They clearly wanted to put the blame on me and make me take the blame for you stealing the elder's body."

Phil Gray had never seen such a self-righteous person. If he were him, he would have hidden himself long ago. However, this person probably didn't expect that he would remember his voice.

He was indeed deeply impressed by the sound of the voice, which sounded like the friction of glass.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the young man who almost betrayed him. In the past, his level was low and he did not see some things, but now he could feel that the young man seemed to be surrounded by many blurry souls. Due to the small space, these souls were crowded together, and the dark mass was a little scary.

"Huh?" The young man was puzzled. "Why would they pin the blame on you? Don't you have a space stone? If you put it in space, how could the people of Dawn find you in such a huge continent like Weir?"

Phil Gray was speechless for a moment. He couldn't say that he didn't know that there would be the Mark of Dawn left on his hand, right?

After all, controlling some undead creatures to cut up corpses is common knowledge in the Church of the Dead.

Eli snickered on the side but did not interrupt the confrontation.

Violent conflicts and fighting were not allowed on the march, so he just watched the fun.

"Anyway, you didn't tell me the origin of the body and the risks involved. You have to admit that, right?"

Phil Gray countered.

"Okay, I admit it, but you also have to admit that you did get a bargain, right? This kind of top-quality material is hard to find now even at a high price. If I hadn't been short of money at the time and someone hadn't been targeting me, I wouldn't have sold it to you." The young man rolled his eyes.

As he spoke, the surrounding ghosts all looked towards Phil Gray, creating a terrifying pressure and momentum.

Phil Gray frowned. Fortunately, although he was worried for a while, he not only obtained the Sun Sword Gloves, but also became the Son of Dawn. He didn't want to pursue it anymore.

Moreover, this young man seems a little weird. Everyone here is a believer and follower of the god of death, but I haven't seen any follower surrounded by countless ghosts, right?

Moreover, the ages of these ghosts vary. Some are very old, while others are only a few years old and are hugging the thighs of young people.

In order to be cautious, Phil Gray did not speak to him again. He turned and went into his box and closed the door.

"Hey? Friend, don't go. You haven't told me what happened next. Normally, Chenxi should have made a scene in our church like usual, but he was quiet this time and said nothing. I'm really curious."

The man knocked on the wooden board again and asked relentlessly.

The body was found, and a Holy Son was also picked up, so Chenxi naturally let the matter go.

Phil Gray covered his ears, afraid that if he continued listening he would violate the rule of the train that prohibited violence.

"Let's chat. It's so boring to travel on this long train. It's so hard to meet someone I know."

Eli stood up and sneered, "My boss doesn't want to pay attention to you, don't you understand? Don't be so ungrateful. Are we not pursuing the original matter because it is inconvenient for us to be on the train now, or do you want to be beaten by us when you reach your destination?"

"Fighting is fine, I'm happy to join you. Are you going to Gilga City too?"

"Yes, if you want to be beaten so badly, then wait. When you get to Gilga City, don't run away."

"Instead of running away, why not let me in? Then you can supervise me as you please, right?"

"We refuse."

"No, you know how hard it is to find someone you know on this list. I have other corpse materials here. I remember the boss needs the right hand of a corpse, right? I have a lot here. Let me go in and pick a few for you."

"You can't recognize the boss just because you want to."

Phil Gray was a little confused as to why this man always wanted to enter his box, but he was indeed interested in the corpse material.

He had to see what this man was planning.

"Let him in." He raised his chin toward Eli.

Eli opened the door of the box and saw the young man outside quickly enter the box and then close the door.

With his arrival, the ghosts around him also followed, making the box feel like it was crowded with people.

Phil Gray was horrified by the scene and regretted for a moment why he asked him to come in.

"What is your purpose? Tell me directly."

"Shh!"

The young man put his finger to his mouth, indicating that he should not speak for the time being.

Then I heard footsteps not far away.

"There are ticket evaders who have sneaked onto the train. Please be careful, guests. If you see anyone suspicious, please inform the conductor immediately."

"Where is he? He was here just now."

"This way!"

The hurried footsteps stopped nearby, and then the voice of the lady in the next box came out: "What? I haven't seen it before. What are you catching ticket dodgers? It seemed like a ghost was peeping at me just now. Can you guys solve it?"

"Sorry for disturbing you."

"here."

The footsteps came to the outside of their box, and the three of them turned their eyes, each with their own thoughts.

Eli smiled and made a threatening move to open the door, and the young man looked at him pleadingly.

"Boom boom boom!"

The door was knocked urgently and loudly.

"Excuse me, have you seen anyone suspicious in the area? Would you mind opening your door so we can check?"

What's going on? It turns out this guy didn't buy a ticket and was planning to ride the train for free. Phil Gray glanced at him and ignored his anxious expression. He opened the door directly and deliberately exposed the young man who was jumping in anxiety.

"If we talk about suspicious people, this guy always wants to enter our box. I suspect he is a ticket dodger."

The people outside the door were stunned. The leader immediately came over and stared at the young man seriously: "Please get off the car immediately."

"Can't I just buy a new ticket?" the young man said unwillingly.

"After testing, it was found that there are thousands of undead creatures around you, and the number seriously exceeds the carrying capacity of the large train. Even if you have bought thousands of tickets, you are not allowed to board the train." The man read out the reasons given by the conductor for prohibiting young people from boarding the train, and was a little bit unbelievable for a moment. He was a follower of the Eternal Church, but he had worked in the area of ​​the Church of the Dead for many years. Even so, he had never heard of such a thing.

However, the detection function of the large column will never make mistakes, and no undead will be able to successfully evade the ticket.

Phil Gray was also a little shocked. He didn't expect that there were so many undead spirits in that dark mass.

"Okay." The young man was reluctantly taken away by the person in charge, and gave them a resentful look before leaving.

"It's shameful to evade the ticket," Phil Gray replied.

After their figures disappeared, he continued, "But if it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to afford this trip."

"Boss, look!" Eli pointed to the window, where he could just see the young man getting out of the car.

The space became wider, and the souls of the dead were able to roam freely, as if a young man was leading an army of thousands.

The scene was so spectacular that Phil Gray could not help but be shocked. “Who on earth is he?”

"I don't know either. To be honest, the moment he appeared, I felt a sense of oppression of death. The gaze from hundreds of eyes was too terrifying. I am now at the Divine Revelation level, and I feel that he is at the same level as me or even higher." Eli sighed.

"Then you just challenged him to a fight? Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up by him?"

"Don't we have you, the boss? Two against one, even a downgraded follower of God can be tickled by us, right?"

Phil Gray shook his head: "He should only be at the God-Revelation level, but there are too many undead around him. The aura of death gathered together is very strong, even surpassing the aura of the God-Descended Blessed."

"Is that so? Then I can try to fight him one-on-one. No, if I fight him, it should be that he gangs up on me, right?" Eli shuddered as he thought about the scene of the undead rushing towards him.

"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. We will reach our destination in three more cities."

"Okay, I wonder if those elders will go out of their way to postpone the time for us."

"No, they'll probably think we're two arrogant lunatics."

"But a madman wouldn't know where the elders live. Only the dead know."

"Then give them a little shock from the dead?"