Chapter 611: The Underworld Cult
With a thought, the extravagantly styled business card on the table flew up on its own and came to Qin Xiaoxia.
He had used no magic power whatsoever, nor expended any mental energy. The surrounding air currents had simply gathered of their own accord to support the card.
The card hovered in midair, occasionally flipping over. Its overall color scheme was dark, with lavish gold filigree around the edges and all manner of mysterious patterns faintly printed on both sides. They had no real meaning; they were just there to look impressive.
"Only a phone number, no name? And what's with this overpowering mix of edgy teenage fantasy and nouveau riche extravagance?"
Of course, the faint scent of Hell on it was almost imperceptible. But with the Dawn Sage himself present, it stood out like a firefly in the dark.
After a moment's thought, Qin Xiaoxia took out his phone and dialed the number on the card.
In the living room of a detached villa in an upscale residential neighborhood in Shencheng, three young men and two young women sat waiting excitedly. Two of them were white.
They were neither scrolling through their phones nor watching television, much less eating snacks. Even the drinks on the coffee table seemed to be there merely for show; nobody had taken a sip.
Each wore a black pentagram pendant on their chest, and they occasionally exchanged a few words.
"Ding-dong!"
The doorbell rang, and all five sprang to their feet. The owner of the villa, a tall blonde woman, immediately ran to the entryway. The intercom screen showed a tall man in a blue trench coat, captured by the camera outside.
"He's here! It's the Bishop!"
All five straightened their backs. The woman at the door opened