Strangely, Zhang Xuansheng did not appear in the "wormhole" in the realm sea during the journey, and he took him to make a leap.

He had seen him before when he was fighting against Emperor Yan, and he used this to trick the other party, but he did not see him this time.

The wormholes in the void of the Realm Sea are indeed full of uncertainty, and sometimes they will pass people into unknown Jedi, such as the place of annihilation when they fought against Emperor Ji last time.

Some wormholes even distort space, but also distort time to a certain extent. After passing through it, it is very likely that things will change.

But Zhang Xuansheng believes that his good luck should not encounter bad things, so why is there no wormhole that accelerates his progress?

Is there anything wrong with wormhole jumping, or by reaching the realm of the gods faster?

Zhang Xuansheng was full of doubts. He hesitated for a while, but did not choose to use the Tianyan hexagram to force the wormhole to jump, but continued to wait with the flow.

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The Resassian is nearly middle-aged and is a shoe shiner in the town of Goodry. He is polishing leather shoes for guests. The cloth on his hands is moving rapidly, and the leather shoes emit a shiny light under the sunlight.

"jingle--"

After cleaning the shoes, the guest threw down a divine coin and turned around and left. However, his accuracy was a bit bad, and he did not throw it into the bag that collected money and fell to the ground.

Resas hurriedly bent over to pick it up, but the magic coin jumped on the ground and rolled down the slope into the drainage canal on the side of the road.

"Oh, it's so bad that the gods are coming again!"

Resas was so angry that it was a magic coin! It was a common currency in all countries. In terms of exchange ratio, it was more than ten pennies from their own country, which was equivalent to the fruits of his labor for several days!

I finally met a generous customer, but did the money I got flew away like that?

He tried to grab the iron bar outside the drain with his hands and exert force, but the iron bar did not move.

"Crazy--"

Linbian Lao Chris dealt with his damn dirty water in the hotel again. The sewage washed over and the divine coin was dragged away by the garbage paper bag below.

"Oh no, my God, Chris, what are you doing!"

Resas is about to collapse, and there is a sewer pipe not far ahead. If the god coins are washed into it, he will never be able to recover them.

He regretted it very much now. Thinking about it carefully, he should have calmed down just now and found two thin sticks to pick up the god coins.

"What arguing, Resas, aren't you going back to pray? You must know that you were absent last week. If you don't go today, be careful, Lord Priest arrest you!"

Old Chris spitted and said viciously to Resas.

When he heard the name of the priest, Resas subconsciously shivered. He didn't want to be caught. He heard that all those arrested were burned to death.

He was just absent from prayers last week in order to treat his daughter, and was sent by the priest to warn him once. If he was absent today, he would probably suffer.

Thinking of this, he became much more awake and didn't bother with old Chris. He hurriedly packed up his own things and rushed to the church.

"Oh--this is probably not enough for tomorrow's medicine."

On the way, Resas glanced at his wallet and sighed.

God, it would be great if that divine coin was not lost, that would be enough for my daughter's medicine money for several days.

With a heavy heart along the way, Resas came to the church.

No matter how many times he came, he would be amazed at the grandeur of the building.

The battle has led to nearly one-fifth of the area of ​​the town. The church is made of his unknown white stone, and the tower hundreds of meters high, which makes people feel awe when they see it.

"Resas? You didn't come last week, did you?"

After checking the records, the church guards looked at Resas's identity certificate and looked unkind.

"Last week, my daughter fell seriously ill and was absent from prayer. Please forgive me."

Resas begged.

"Seriously ill? Can you pray if you are absent? Get out of here and pay the fine."

The guard urged, pointing in a direction.

"Please let me in, I will definitely not be absent from now on."

Resas repeatedly begged, hoping that the guard would turn a blind eye. If he had to pay another fine, his final savings would be exhausted.

"Do you want to hand over? If you don't hand over, you will be dealt with according to the rules and lock you up for two weeks!"

The guard threatened.

Resas was angry and scared. The priest did not ask him to pay a fine when he sent someone to pass the message last time. This was clearly because the guards colluded with the others here to earn extra money.

But he is a humble shoe shiner. If he dares to disobey the other party at this time, he may be caught in the next moment and no one will speak for him.

He walked to the front of the stand aside in a daze, picked up the wallet in his hand and put it down.

"Take it and let go!"

Seeing Resas hesitating, the person behind the station took action to snatch the wallet.

"No! I can't give it to you. This is my last savings. My daughter still has to rely on this for medical treatment!"

Resas's courage, which had risen from somewhere, made him grab his wallet and grab it back.

"Resas, do you want to make trouble in the church?"

A guard scolded, and several guards holding spears surrounded him.

"Oh, Resas, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, a voice sounded, and Resas looked at it as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Baron Curry, please be sure to help me."

Resas begged, this was a big man who often came to him to shine his shoes, although he never paid.

A guard whispered a few words in Baron Curry's ear, and Baron Curry's face smiled again.

"Oh, so that's it. Resas, think about it, you missed the prayer, but the priest tolerated you, and now you have to escape even the fine. This is an act that makes the gods despise, and it is a manifestation of instability in faith."

Baron Curry came over and patted Resas on the shoulder, and every stroke hit Resas in his heart, reminding him of what the priest sent to warn him last time.

"Please pay it, you can make another profit if you lose money. If you are locked up, who will take care of your daughter?"

Baron Curry's words were like a demon's whisper, which made Resas a little shaken.

"Oh, it's not impossible for me to take care of your daughter. I still counted what I said last time."

Seeing Resas hesitating, Baron Curry said again.

"Send it, I'll do it!"

Resas gritted his teeth and left his wallet directly on the table. He turned around and walked, but after walking a few steps, he turned back and opened his wallet in the eyes of poor guards, leaving the money, and taking the wallet away.

He also bought the wallet in one penny.

In short, you can't hand over your daughter to Baron Curry. She is only fourteen years old and seriously ill, so she will be tortured to death!

Walking into the church with a heavy heart, worried about what to do in the next few days, and worrying about how to deal with my daughter's prayers as adults.
Chapter completed!