CHAPTER 32: 32 NOT GOOD, IT’S COMING AT ME!!?

"... Hiss."

Herbert’s expression was wooden, his mouth slightly twitching, as he looked down at the battered grass carp on the ground.

When he walked out of the alien race’s prison, he hadn’t gone far before he noticed a mess in the shadows not far away.

"This is the third time, isn’t it?"

Honestly, he really didn’t know what to say.

"Bro, are we so destined? I didn’t go out of my way to find you, yet every time I manage to run into you?"

"Are you secretly in love with me?"

"This is definitely secret love..."

Seriously, you should be wary of people.

You don’t care, but I’m embarrassed for you.

"You better be careful the Fish Lovers Association comes knocking... or wait, is he actually a member of the fish lovers group, loving it so intensely."

Herbert ridiculed in his heart for a while, looking at the grass carp, which had almost lost its fish shape, suddenly raising an eyebrow.

Judging by the miserable appearance of the grass carp, he realized the situation of this brother might be slightly different from what he initially thought.

"His condition seems to be getting worse, is he about to lose control?"

When it ended the first time, the grass carp was still barely alive; the second time, it was terrible, but at least it died afterward.

But by this third time, the grass carp had already died halfway through, with its head twisted off, becoming a natural cup.

The way Grass Carp Bro expressed his desires became increasingly violent and he could less and less restrain his urges.

Now, he’s only targeting fish, but will he spread his malicious hands to other creatures in the future?

Fortunately, the monastery doesn’t keep cats or dogs, otherwise, Herbert would indeed worry for those innocent little animals now.

Comparatively, other people’s safety in the monastery isn’t something for a newbie like him to worry about.

The cultivators don’t need to be mentioned—as either martial monks or paladins, they’re extremely reliable and have strong protective abilities.

"As for the nuns, there’s even less to worry about, they always act collectively, and their individual combat strength isn’t weaker than others..."

In the Mist Monastery, there’s no ordinary Scripture Sister, all are battle nuns who can participate in combat.

Yes, all—of—them!

None of the battle nuns are weak vegetarians; they’re all brutal existences that can wear heavy armor, casting spells with one hand and wielding flails and warhammers with the other.

These sisters either belong to the Mist Knight Order as War Nuns or serve as punishment nuns in the Judgement Hall.

Each one more violent, each one more bloodthirsty.

Herbert thought, suddenly sensing something was off.

"Hey, wait a moment..."

Small animals are safe, cultivators are safe, nuns are safe... there must always be someone who isn’t safe, right?

Well then, guess who the lucky person in crisis might be?

"It’s me!"

Herbert’s mouth twitched, his crotch tightened, his legs trembling, wanting to leave first.

"I’m the one who should be most worried!"

Correct, reasonable.

Herbert is the weakest among everyone!

Not very strong, with a noble status, most importantly he looks extremely good... practically the perfect victim choice.

In trouble.

This time it’s definitely targeting me!

Just like the saying goes, until the knife stabs you, you don’t know the pain, watching the excitement never makes things bad enough.

Now that someone is about to stab him hard from behind, Herbert can’t just sit still anymore.

God, there’s a pervert here!

Herbert’s expression turned serious, making a decisive decision—report.

Must report!

"Brother Grass Carp, I didn’t report you before, respecting your hobby, pretending nothing happened."

"But since you’ve reached this point now, don’t blame me for taking ruthless action."

Resolute, Herbert moved swiftly, not caring about anything else, rushing towards the Judgement Hall.

Chief Judge, save me!

However, when Herbert hurriedly reached the Judgement Hall to report the "profane matter" to Thorn Bishop, he surprisingly discovered he was late.

The usually eerily quiet Judgement Hall was now crowded with people, with hundreds of cultivators and nuns gathered in the main hall.

"Hmm?"

Herbert was wondering why he hadn’t met any cultivators on the way, only to realize they were already here. He wanted to talk to them but noticed the situation was somewhat off.

Many people’s expressions were quite unpleasant, and the usually silent cultivators couldn’t help but whisper to each other now.

What happened?

No need for Herbert to ask anyone, as he reached the center of the hall, he saw the answer—a stone coffin placed there.

Someone died!

The deceased’s face was covered with a white cloth, red blood seeping from the mouth, but judging from the exposed limbs, it seemed to be a thirty-year-old young cultivator.

Herbert narrowed his eyes; at this moment, he felt a fierce chill creeping up his spine like maggots gnawing on bones, making his heart suddenly skip a beat.

!!!

He inexplicably developed a strong intuition, feeling this matter might be closely related to Grass Carp Bro.

Did he do it!?

So this guy not only craved flesh but killed!

Perhaps because of the eerily familiar crime scene, Herbert quickly calmed down, analyzing the current case swiftly.

"Did the deceased witness the profane scene and got silenced?"

Gulp.

Herbert quietly swallowed some saliva, feeling somewhat relieved and fearful.

If he had come out a bit earlier today, would he be lying side-by-side with the deceased now?

No.

If he had encountered him directly each time before, wouldn’t he have been silenced long ago?

As Herbert was thinking, someone broke the silence.

"Everyone, we have lost a fellow brother."

Thorn Bishop wasn’t present at the moment; a middle-aged Punishment Nun came forward to moderate the situation.

Her face was sorrowful, her sad voice resonating throughout the Judgement Hall:

"He was a devout cultivator, a warrior willing to dedicate his life to justice and principle."

"We are deeply angered by his unfortunate demise."

With this, the Punishment Nun’s voice rose high, calling out with righteous anger: "But, comrades, mere anger isn’t enough, we also need to find the culprit who killed him!"

"We must avenge him!"

This resounding cry acted like a signal, prompting the hundreds of people to shout out in unison.

"Avenge!!!"

The wrathful roars caused the temperature in the murder-embroiled Judgement Hall to drop sharply, making one involuntarily shiver.

"... Hmm?"

At this moment, Herbert suddenly felt something and looked around, discovering the people nearby had silently distanced themselves from him.

Surrounding him was a strange vacuum zone, with pairs of cold eyes staring quietly at him.

Herbert blinked and realized abruptly that something was wrong.

Oh no, it’s targeting me!!?