Chapter 122 The Appearance of the Curse's Origin

In the lengthy sewer, Chen Lin walked with trepidation, surrounded by a group of exorcists, who in turn were encircled by a squad of fully-armed soldiers.

Enveloped layer upon layer, he advanced towards the depths of the sewer.

"Father Notting, you're not planning to sacrifice me, are you?" Chen Lin's face was a picture of misery, as he turned to look at the elderly priest beside him whose hair and beard were already frosty with age.

Father Notting was quite old, but he still appeared full of vigor, striding along briskly.

"Sacrifice is what heretics do; we're Catholics, we don't engage in such acts," Father Notting explained with a smile.

"Then, can you let me go? Doesn't Catholicism preach that God is merciful to all?" Chen Lin asked, using a negotiating tone.

"Of course, there's no problem; you can leave right now!" Father Notting gestured invitingly.

A gleam of surprise burst in Chen Lin's eyes. He walked incredulously towards the exit, "So I can really leave?"