That afternoon.
Jiang Qiao learned from the staff that the case had been closed.
"You're saying the Prayer Association did it?"
Jiang Qiao looked stunned. Although he had been several hundred meters away during the morning meeting, he had listened in from beginning to end without missing a single word.
Naturally, he knew very well that the staff in the archive room had been killed by the curse of the Nether Era.
Although he had no idea what that thing actually was.
But from the looks of it, they were preparing to pin the blame on the Prayer Association.
After all, they often did things all over the country that were difficult to understand. From top to bottom, no one in Xia Country had any goodwill toward this organization that claimed it wanted to protect Blue Star.
Damn it, you haven't killed many ghosts or monsters despite claiming to protect Blue Star. Instead, your various incidents have killed a whole bunch of ordinary people.
He had seen plenty of people who talked nonsense and were completely different inside and out.
But it was rare to see people like the members of the Prayer Association, who did not even bother to pretend. What was especially speechless was that these bastards often came right up to people's faces and claimed they were acting for the greater good.
He really had no idea how people with a body temperature of thirty-seven degrees could say things colder than thirty degrees below zero.
"Yes. Director Yang Fei went outside the city some time ago, and the Prayer Association planted a curse on him. Yesterday just happened to be the day it erupted. What a pity that the other colleagues were all so young..."
The staff member acting as his guide spoke angrily.
"However, the Management