The Bloody Lip Incident had come to an end.
Members of the Prayer Association had detected abnormal drumbeats with the "Danger Drum."
The rhythm was intense.
The Evil Spirit was likely highly terrifying.
But before they could successfully pinpoint its location, the drumbeats stopped on their own.
After that, no trace of Third Sister Hong was found anywhere in the city, and the drumbeats never sounded again.
This meant that the Evil Spirit had left.
The incident had come suddenly and ended inexplicably.
More than two hundred people had died during it.
Their deaths resembled those caused by some virus with the surname "Mu," but no antigens or antibodies could be detected, nor could any virus be isolated.
That was normal.
The Prayer Association was mentally prepared for this.
Many curses had effects similar to viruses. If you slowed down the process by which someone died from a curse, you would find that it closely resembled the progression of certain diseases.
However.
When Yang Kui mentioned the "Bloody Lip Incident," it reminded Wei Fan: "These flowers might be hiding an unknown curse. Should we warn the Patrol Team?"
"No need." Elder Fu shook his head.
"If there is a curse, then after they die, we can see what kind of curse it is."
He spoke very slowly.
Yet his aged voice carried a hint of cruelty.
After all.
He was a member of the Prayer Association.
Although he was not as insane as the core members, he still did not place much value on human lives.
"We have our own business."
"They have their own value."
"We each bear our own risks and complete our own missions."
"That's fair."
Yang Kui nodded, deeply agreeing with Elder Fu.
Hearing this.
Wei Fan merely shrugged indifferently.
What they had to do was