120: Encounter Yang Jin!

Yang Jin looked up at the purple sky, pondering for a long time.

Since the purple mist appeared, he had observed the surrounding situation.

The residents did not cause a disturbance; they simply knelt and worshipped in one direction.

As a God still in recovery, he could sense that a large amount of Power Of Faith was converging on a certain location in Cangnan City.

"Strange, I didn't detect the aura of other Gods, so why is this Power Of Faith concentrated in one place?"

Yang Jin increasingly felt that something was wrong; Mortals absolutely could not collect Power Of Faith.

But now, Power Of Faith was indeed concentrating in large quantities. Could it be that an unknown Evil God had descended upon Cangnan City?

Yet, he had no detection at all, which indicated that the opponent's strength should be above his own.

A powerful Evil God?

Yang Jin pondered for a moment and said to the little black toad beside him, "You guard this place; I'll be back soon."

Seeing Yang Jin about to act alone, the little black toad barked twice.

Yang Jin smiled and stroked its head, "Don't worry, I won't mess around."

"Woo woo..." The little black toad's eyes were full of disbelief.

Who didn't know that this master was notoriously difficult to deal with back then?

His words about not messing around really held no conviction.

Yang Jin said helplessly, "Don't worry, I won't affect the Celestial Venerable's plan."

Hearing Yang Jin say this, the little black toad's hanging heart dropped a little.

It lay down quietly at the door, no longer blocking him.

Yang Jin pushed open the door and disappeared into the purple mist...

In the Peacekeeping Bureau, Si Xiaonan looked out the window. Her expression was solemn, and her eyes held an indescribable depth.

"Strange, what are these purple mists? Why does the name Song Zhong keep appearing intermittently in my mind?"

"Caw caw caw..."

The Calamity Raven in the Peacekeeping Bureau's hall suddenly cried out.

Si Xiaonan frowned and reached out her hand towards the Calamity Raven.

The raven seemed to have its neck of fate gripped by an invisible force.

With just a slight effort from Si Xiaonan, the Calamity Raven's neck twisted to one side.

It died.

Si Xiaonan had already felt the summons of Loki, the God of Mischief.

Now, she had shed her disguise. At this moment, she was no longer the medic of the Night Watcher's 136 Squad in Cangnan City.

Instead, she was the God's Proxy of the God of Mischief, a minion of Asgard, Si Xiaonan.

After dealing with the Calamity Raven, Si Xiaonan sat on the sofa.

"I wonder if these purple mists have anything to do with Lord Loki. For now, I can only wait for his next instruction and remain still!"

...

Song Zhong was unaware of the changes within Cangnan City. At this moment, he was still immersed in the joy of studying the Power Of Faith.

After the tombstone made of Power Of Faith appeared, there were no changes in the System space.

And the System did not issue any prompts.

Even when Song Zhong inquired about related matters, the System did not respond.

This was completely different from its reaction when he completed the sacrifice mission before.

"It seems they are indeed not on the same side as the System."

Song Zhong was almost certain that although these Powers Of Faith were entrenched within the System space, they had nothing to do with those bronze coffins.

They were two different types of power.

Song Zhong stretched out his hand, and with a thought, a gleaming dagger appeared in his hand.

This was a dagger composed of Power Of Faith.

"This power can form weapons. Perhaps, as the collection increases, I can develop more uses!"

After roughly understanding the current situation, Song Zhong looked around.

The Power Of Faith converging now was becoming less and less.

Indeed, faith forcibly planted in people's hearts does not last long.

But how did that saying go? A forced melon might not be sweet, but it quenches thirst!

If he had to save people one by one like he did on Jin'nan Mountain, he didn't know when he would be able to outline the prototype of the tombstone.

"It seems I need to find a way to quickly collect Power Of Faith. Using Power Of Faith as a Mortal, I'm probably the first!"

Song Zhong's consciousness returned to the real world.

The purple mist in the sky already showed signs of fading.

Although Song Zhong's approach today was somewhat hasty, Bell Krand's mental pollution had already planted seeds in their subconscious.

The Power Of Faith would still slowly increase.

Song Zhong looked at the 136 Squad, who were still bowing to him, "The commotion this time was a bit too big, it's about time to leave here!"

He pushed open the door and walked onto the empty street.

Suddenly, a figure came towards him. From the physique, it was clear that it was a young man.

In this Klein-level mental pollution, a young man who could remain unaffected and move freely.

Song Zhong already knew his identity.

"Heh heh, are you Yang Jin?"

Yang Jin was somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect you to know me. It seems you orchestrated this incident?"

"Heh heh, that's right!"

Seeing the other party openly admit it, Yang Jin was rather surprised.

"A Mortal can actually collect Power Of Faith. It looks like you're a God's Proxy?"

After seeing Song Zhong, Yang Jin confirmed that he was indeed a Mortal.

Song Zhong shook his head, "God's Proxy? Boring. I only speak for myself."

"What is your purpose?"

"Instead of worrying about me, why don't you worry about your brother, heh heh!"

"And, in your current state, do you really want to force a move? Erlang Shen, Yang Jian!"

Yang Jin's face was extremely gloomy. The other party actually knew his true identity and that he was still in a recovery period.

"You know me?" Yang Jin's tone already carried a hint of coldness.

"I know, and I sincerely advise you, it would be better to save your strength to deal with the situation later!" Song Zhong said.

"A mere Unmeasurable dares to be presumptuous in front of me?" On Yang Jin's forehead, a red lines appeared.

"How much power can it waste to crush an ant?"

As Yang Jin's words fell, a Law of space confinement descended around Song Zhong.

Invisible pressure crushed Song Zhong's body.

With a bang!

Song Zhong exploded.

However, as Song Zhong's body shattered, the scene of flesh and blood splattering did not appear.

His body broke into splashes of water, falling to the ground.

Yang Jin's face showed an angry expression. He didn't expect that he, with his Divine Eye, would actually be tricked.

"Next time, I will definitely not let you off!"

After Yang Jin finished speaking, he quickly ran to the Soul Tavern's office.

Looking at the 136 Squad still under mental pollution, a divine light shot out from his Divine Eye, illuminating everyone.

Soon, Lin Qi Ye and Chen Muye and the others woke up. Looking at the empty office, everyone was very confused.

Recalling everything that had just happened, if it weren't for Bell Krand's corpse on the ground, they would rather believe that what they had just experienced was just an illusion.