Poison

  Lawrence nodded slightly, which was tantamount to acknowledging this point.

  The two of them exchanged a glance and tacitly drew out the long swords from their waists, starting to carefully make their way in the direction of the temple.

  Suddenly, a faint laugh was heard, and Farmer and Witt were shocked at the same time, with an unbelievable look on their faces.

  Du Fan suddenly appeared in front of the two, his hands behind his back, walking slowly as he said: "Your Orudas senior's eyesight is actually quite good, to be honest, my strength hasn't exceeded level 5, after all I've only been cultivating Dou Qi for three months, and being able to cultivate up to level 3 can already be considered impressive, so you can directly come and kill me, it can also be considered as avenging your dead brothers."

  Witt and Fahmer may have sounded great just now, but when they really met Dufan, for a moment they didn't know what to do. Although Ordas and Dufan himself said that Dufan's strength was less than fifth grade, could it really be trusted?

  Witt and Fahmer were filled with doubts, but to flee in such a manner would be too humiliating, so they simultaneously raised the fighting spirit on their long swords.

  But Du Fan just smiled faintly and said in a low voice, "Too late... too late... If you could have raised the swords in your hands a few steps earlier, there might still be some chance, but at this moment..."

  Before they could finish speaking, both Witt and Farmer's heads suddenly drooped at the same time, and then "thud" fell to the ground.

  "Alas, they're just a couple of somewhat skilled but timid bastards who wasted so much of my precious anesthetic? Ugh... this time I've really lost big. Dozens of magic scrolls, a pile of poison, anesthetics, and laxatives... if I were to sell these, they'd be worth how many gold coins?"

  Du Fan was in agony, but he had already started calculating that if he could get one or two divine artifacts from the Temple of Gods, his losses would be completely made up for. Even if he got nothing, after returning safely, his position in the Holy See would still rise with the tide.

  As soon as he thought of this, Du Fan suddenly felt that his extravagance over the past few days was all worth it. At most, it could be considered as buying official positions with money. Anyway, with Chenchen's mysterious little girl around, as long as he had money, he wouldn't have to worry about not having magic scrolls and poison to use.

  Du Fan sneered, his right hand flipped over, and the shadow of a magic wand appeared in his hand. He grasped the wand and swung it several times, then chanted a few short spells.

  Several small tornadoes suddenly wrapped around the two people on the ground, wrapping their bodies together into the depths of the dense forest.

  He rummaged through his storage ring and pulled out a few strips of cow tendon to bind the two men tightly. After that, Du Fan roughly searched their bodies, but found nothing valuable except for a few message scrolls.

  Du Fan kicked one person's face with a kick, and then shook his hand to hang the two upside down on the tree. Immediately afterwards, he waved his magic wand and rolled up several pieces of rotten mud from the ground to block the mouths and noses of the two people.

  A moment later, a severe coughing sound rang out, and the two guys who were knocked unconscious by the anesthetic slowly came to.

  Witt and Farner closed their eyes for a moment, only to see Duvan walking back and forth in front of them, his face expressionless and inscrutable. The two suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were about to faint on the spot.

  But Du Fan looked at them and smiled, saying: "I'm a very kind person, you must have heard of the reputation of White Robe Priest Du Fan, so you should understand that as long as you don't intentionally go against me, I won't make things difficult for anyone. You know, growing up like this, I haven't even killed an ant."

  The two of them suddenly felt dizzy at the same time, and for the first time they had a sense of spiritual connection: How dare this bastard say he is merciful? How dare this bastard say that he has never killed an ant in his life?

  Du Fan looked at their strange expressions, as if he could see through their thoughts. He lifted his foot and kicked one of them in the chest with a loud thud. This kick contained the power of Guangming Dou Qi and Wan Fa, which was truly mysterious and unpredictable. Witt and Fahmer were caught off guard, and the Dou Qi pierced straight into their lungs, causing them to cough up a mouthful of fresh blood instantly.

  However, since both of them were hung upside down, the blood that spurted out flowed mostly into their own nostrils, and suddenly there was another violent fit of coughing.

  The two of them only felt the sky spinning and the earth rotating, with golden stars flashing before their eyes, and their chests aching in waves. This was not just cruel torture, but simply tormenting people to the extreme.

  Du Fan's face still wore a benevolent and sacred smile, he stretched out his hand to kick the two people's heads, and said in a low voice: "When I speak, I don't like others to murmur against me... you... understand my meaning?"

  The two nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help but say, "Du Fan, sir, don't even mention that you haven't killed an ant, even if you said you were an angel descending upon us, we would still be willing to believe it!"

  Du Fan looked at the two expressions, and then smiled again, saying: "This is right... Okay... Now you have also felt my kindness, I suppose no matter what I ask you will answer me? In that case, can you tell me... Are there any other powerful people in your team? Does Orudas still have any killer tricks that haven't been used yet?"

  Witt hesitated for a moment and didn't speak.

  "However, Fa murmured in a low voice: 'We don't know...'"

  Witt's cry was cut short, and his head fell to the ground, with blood spraying from his neck, instantly dyeing Farmer's entire body a deep red.

  Fang's whole body was covered in cold sweat, and for a moment he was speechless.

  Du Fan lightly waved the long sword that had appeared at some unknown time from Fahmu's waist, blew off the blood drops on it, then he looked down at Fahmu and said: "Now... do you know something?"

  Fa Meng wanted to be stubborn for a few more sentences, but when he saw Du Fan's smiling eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine, and in an instant all his psychological defenses collapsed, and he confessed everything he knew one by one.

  Du Fan listened attentively and asked questions, repeatedly inquiring about some key details before finally believing Falmer's recruitment.

  These confessions not only demonstrated the strength of the people from Roland Academy this time, but also revealed a piece of news that was quite interesting to Du Fan.

  It seems that Bruce didn't know where he had looked up some kind of book, and actually confirmed the existence of a certain divine instrument in this supreme god temple, which made Du Fan excited for no reason.

  He asked in detail about the situation of that divine artifact, but unfortunately, Fahmer's knowledge was limited. He asked for half a day and didn't get any more useful information.

  Du Fan sneered repeatedly, thinking that it was no wonder they had sent out so many people this time, with a determined attitude, and previously, in order to curry favor with Oudas, he didn't even care about being a member of the Green family, wanting his own life. It turned out that Bruce, the bastard, was after the divine artifact.

  But since this matter has been made known to me, Young Master, when will it be your turn again?

  As soon as he thought of this, Du Fan calculated silently for a moment, and the original plan had changed again, but the ultimate goal was to obtain the divine instrument smoothly, which would never change.

  Finally, Du Fan ended his interrogation. He was a man of his word and agreed to let Fa Miao go, even giving him a bottle of therapeutic medicine with a rather complex preparation process.

  Lawrence looked at Du Fan's smiling eyes, not daring to say anything more, and could only force himself to drink the medicine. After a moment, he felt that his injuries had improved a bit, and suddenly he wanted to kill Du Fan immediately to avenge Witt. However, as soon as he stood up, Lawrence felt a stomachache, and then fell down again, unable to get up anymore.

  Du Fan looked at his body, slightly shaking his head and frowning as he muttered to himself: "It seems that adding poison to the healing medicine is still feasible, but did I go a bit too far? In that case... there's no way to get a group of people to drink it together, huh?"

  After a moment of deliberation, Du Fan decided that he would definitely study the proportions of healing potions and poisonous medicine later when he had some free time. However, for some reason, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

  This time, I want to take a risk and seek wealth and glory. The difficulty doesn't seem to be just one or two points. Roland Academy is still easy to deal with, and I might have the opportunity to solve them all at once. But how should I deal with the people from the Holy See?

  After thinking for a moment, Du Fan had another headache, and finally didn't think about it anymore. Instead, he took out a magic scroll from his pocket and slammed it to the ground.

  A moment later, Ferre's figure appeared in front of Du Fan, looking at the two corpses in front of him, Ferre was shocked, but didn't say much.

  Du Fan glanced at the corpse and said lightly, "The plan has changed. Go throw away the original small white wolf's corpse and replace it with these two corpses instead. I think since the demon in the lake likes bloodshed, this should be more to his taste."

  Ferré furrowed his brow and didn't say much more, but instead hugged the two corpses tightly and quickly retreated.

  Du Fan looked at his shadow, slightly shook his head, and waved his magic wand to cover up the bloody smell here. Then he took a look at the several transmission magic scrolls in his hand, and a cold smile appeared in his heart. His figure quickly rushed towards a corner of the dense forest.

  But this time he didn't retreat, instead he rushed towards the direction where Orudas and the others were.