Chapter 1813: Death Pope (big chapter seeking monthly ticket)
"Huh?" The rugged man's eyes suddenly widened.
He turned his head and glanced at the mist outside the window, then at the thick fog seeping in through the car window, and said hesitantly, "Uncle Mete, are we really going down?"
But Uncle Mete did not answer him. As he spoke, Uncle Mete had already pushed open the car door and walked toward the dense fog.
And as Uncle Mete left the carriage, the faint light that had been illuminating it vanished as well.
The dense fog began to quickly cross the car window and surge into the carriage.
The instant he touched the fog, an intense wave of exhaustion swept over the rugged man's heart.
The rugged man immediately pushed open the car door. "Uncle Mete, wait for me!"
But before he could take a step, all that came at him was thick fog.
In that instant, his body stiffened.
But before his body could steady itself, a faint glow pushed the dense fog apart to both sides, and Uncle Mete's face appeared in his field of vision.
"Keep up with me." Uncle Mete glanced at him, then turned and walked into the depths of the dense fog.
The rugged man hurriedly followed.
The deeper they went, the denser the surrounding fog became, so dense that beyond the faint glow of Green Sprout, the two of them could hardly see anything at all. They could only keep close to the wall, relying on memory and fumbling their way forward slowly.
"Uncle Mete, what exactly are we looking for?" The rugged man raised his head and looked at Uncle Mete ahead of him.
"An item from the Church of Death God," Uncle Mete said calmly. "It's an illusory badge. The message Mr.