In the church.
Before the tripod.
The blue-robed young man watched Luo Xiu slowly ascend the steps, his expression pensive.
Suddenly, he said, "How about this, Luo Xiu. I'll give you two choices."
"First, join us and become a great Holy Boi Religion Cultist."
"Second, I'll send you to meet Su Shenyun. If you hurry, you might see her one last time on the Naihe Bridge."
Luo Xiu's face darkened. "So she's dead?"
The young man in the blue robe smiled faintly. "Anyone who opposes the Holy Boi Religion has only one path: a dead end."
Luo Xiu took the final step onto the high platform, looking indifferently at the blue-robed young man.
"If she's dead, every single one of you is going down to be buried with her."
Hearing this, the blue-robed young man sneered, no longer willing to waste his breath. He waved at the two old men in black robes. "What a waste of time. Kill him."
