Quick Transmigration: Saving The Crazy Villainess 256 Su Luxi 44

'Yeah,' he chuckled. 'What's wrong?'

He heard nothing from her so he laughingly said, 'Alright. Now I realize I should be asking what you just thought of my proposition. I'm certain my mind is pure when I suggested that.'

The man meant that there was nothing wrong with a man singing hymn inside a bathroom... Or there would only be... if the listener's imagination was wild.

Somewhere in the other realm, the goddess who was busy creating her avatar, with both hands extended forward, flinched. Her face turned red.

'Indecent rogue!' The reply Jiang Li got was a high-pitched one. The one speaking was obviously agitated. 'In my name as the Goddess of Light, I'm ordering you to stop speaking nonsense!'

'Heh, guilty.' 

'I won't tell you where I am!' Remembering what he was initially requesting, she announced in a tone tinged with annoyance.

As the two conversed in their minds, those around Jiang Li only watched him for some time and then wondered if he was receiving another oracle. Awe and respect were in their eyes as the person before the statue was one of the key figures today who contributed greatly in tiding over the problem. Now, he even seemed to be contacting the divine goddess to ask for wisdom and help on their behalf. What a respectable person!

"There's only the rebellion outside to worry about." The bishop sighed, tone full of mixed feelings.

"Yeah, their leader is already captured. A good thing too the prophet can actually stand up and fight." The highest captain of the holy knights replied. He was the same person who came with Jiang Li in the territories belonging to Wade Dukedom.

The muscle-bodied guy was having mixed feelings about the prophet. Earlier, the latter just demonstrated a fighting capability equal or stronger to his. No, if he was the one facing off a vessel, would he have fared the same?

The man shook his head, "Maybe with the prophet okay, there's no need to worry about the disappearance of the Saintess."

"Watch your mouth." A second later, the other church leader chided. "Sometimes the truth should stay unspoken. What if His Holiness knew about what you said?"

The holy knight's captain shrugged. He was not worried at all. After all, the Pope was aware that he was one of the few eccentrics in the church skeptical about that summoned woman.

Her arrival had been a great fanfare since it had been predicted seven years ago which raised very high expectations in the hearts of the people. However, the girl that became the Saintess did not seem impressive at all and had not done anything for the Holy Church even until she was sent back. There was a reason for him to say he was okay even if the Saintess would not return here.

"Anyways, do you think His Majesty's force will be alright?" All of a sudden, the bishop changed the topic, reminded of Rome's operation outside. In a worried tone, he added, "I heard many of them are monks from the heretical temple who managed to sneak into the capital through some Houses' help?"

"Is that so? But his Old Majesty is with them so I have high hopes the situation outside will be stabilized as soon as possible."

"Hmm. Yeah. Let's be thankful the Pope easily managed to produce another barrier for our Holy Church so we're currently safe from the insurgents."

The conversation of the two then returned to the church and then to the refugees before ending to the prophet still standing there in front. The man would probably become a statue himself there if he maintained his pose for thirty more minutes.  

Meanwhile, a few meters from them, the one imprisoned stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He was panting so hard and feeling like his body was very heavy. The pain was also overwhelming his senses.

'F*ck that old hag!' He exclaimed after he realized in what state he was in. His face paled. He could see, hear, and feel that many things were wrong about him. Apart from finding himself in a large cage of light, when he looked down, the skin and hand he saw were that of a young man. But he was already supposed to be an old man past his eightieth birthday!

There was also the shock he felt upon seeing how bloody his body was and smelling the heavy stench of blood on him!

'Awwww, my organs seem to be failing here and I'm like a faucet of blood.' Dong Lan, the man from Ye Xinya's world, wanted to cry, even though in his current condition, crying was very laborious.  

He was one hundred percent positive. He was dying again!

That damn heartless fortune-teller did some sort of sorcery on him only to make him die somewhere! What the hell was she thinking? Had she ever considered that he was still her son? If she had and still did this, then which damnable dog ate her conscience?

The man tried to roam his eyes around to check his surroundings. After a couple of seconds, once done coughing with blood, he finally saw that the place seemed to be a church, a huge one at that. As for which saint they were patronizing, who knows? But he saw that next to one of the statues there was a white-haired guy with his eyes closed. On what he was doing there? Who knows too? If his hair was dyed though, he wanted to know who made the magic on him. It looked cool and natural.

'Dong Lan, it is no time for tomfooleryyyyy!!!' A second later, one part of his brain scolded him, reminding him of the reality.

"H-hey! Help!" Using his hoarse voice, he shouted. The yell sounded quite weak though. Maybe it was already a miracle that he could still speak since even his throat seemed like it would collapse any time soon.

Just what the hell happened?

Wait? If he was too injured and the people around were the culprit, how stupid was he for shouting for help?

 "The evil god's vessel spoke."

When the man turned to the left, he saw a big guy in semi-full plate armor looking at him with animosity.

'As expected, enemies, damn.' Dong Lan suddenly felt so tired and just wanted to go back to being a soul.

In any case, he immediately shut his mouth up, unnerved by the feeling of danger from the stare that he received. The keyword evil god, made some cold sweat ran down his spine, even though it was suggesting something ridiculous and out of this world.

'I'm bleeding to death and there are hostile people outside who seem to have no concept of morals and conscience. Damn. On earth, even prisoners are treated and fed. They are even given lawyers!'

'I curse you to have year-long diarrhea and become bald, Solina Soledad!!!'

As this crossed his mind, his eyes were already getting blurry and he could already hear some angels' singing from who knows where. Alright, he might be being very delirious.

While Dong Lan was cursing his fortune-teller adoptive mom in his mind, his gaze went back to the white-haired dude. It was unknown what spirit possessed him but as he looked at the guy for quite a while, in his blurry vision, a figure seemed to be overlapping with him. Somebody he was quite acquainted with in his younger years.

"Jing Mo?"

That was the last thing that came out of him, a name that belonged to a man that his adoptive mother warned him not meddle with before. It should be impossible for that elite guy to be here, right? After all, it had been several decades since then and Jing Mo seemed to have passed away sooner than him.

While Dong Lan was shaking the thoughts off of his head, he vomited blood for the last time and then collapsed on the floor. He got sent to a new body only to experience dying a couple of minutes later. Of course, his heart was full of sorrow and grievances.

Chapter end