He Hao took his nephew to the church, where the bishop performed the purification ceremony once again. This time, everyone was prepared, and as soon as the curse appeared, Baiyu used the Black Moon Divine Power to eliminate it.
Clearly, his nephew's injuries were far more severe than his own.
Even after the curse was removed, his spirit remained extraordinarily weak, as if he had lost his soul, appearing only able to recover slowly over time.
"Was anyone else cursed? Were those friends from your mercenary team all killed by the curse?"
Baiyu looked at He Hao.
This weathered man had just been pulled back from the brink of death, his face now filled with the gratitude of surviving a disaster.
But when he thought of his brothers.
Instantly, he felt a deep pain: "Yes, they didn't survive. They were killed by this bizarre curse."
Baiyu asked sternly, "Where are their bodies? Have they been dealt with?"
