Chapter 1881: Eyes Playing Tricks?

He even suspected, had his eyes played tricks on him just now?

Just as he was in doubt, a shrill cry came from his side, and immediately after, a black mist formed in mid-air, transforming into a huge figure that lunged fiercely toward Fatty Cheng's chest.

Fatty Cheng screamed in terror; his whole body turned cold, his hands and feet stiffened, and he could barely move, able only to watch helplessly as that thing swept rapidly toward him.

At this critical moment, Chen Yu extended his right hand, a streak of Sword Qi formed, and he slashed at the black shadow with one strike.

*Pfft*, something like the alien from the movies was split in two by the Lichen in Chen Yu's hand.

Its blood was a sickly green, and with two *thump* sounds, the creature's body fell to both sides.

Although this thing had been cut in two, it was still struggling violently, attempting to piece its body back together.

Standing to the side, Chen Yu naturally would not allow such an outrageous thing to exist in this world; he stepped forward and pointed a finger.

*Whoosh*, a burst of True Fire engulfed the monster, and immediately after, the raging flames roared with a *boom*, burning its body until nothing remained.

"Alright, you won't have to live in fear anymore. This was the mastermind; the ones that were desperately looking for hosts before were all its underlings." Chen Yu put away the Lichen.

"Mr. Chen, am, am I really safe now?" Fatty Cheng was so scared he nearly wet his pants; he never imagined this thing would be so persistent, pouncing on him the moment he came out.

And why did it pounce on him specifically, instead of the many other people at the scene? What was the meaning of this?

"You're safe. Letting you walk out just now was to use you as bait to lure this thing out, because it excels at hiding." Chen Yu smiled and said, "So I had to let you come out to lure it; otherwise, it wouldn't have appeared."

Fatty Cheng felt ashamed; he felt he had been played by someone, but thinking that without Chen Yu, this thing wouldn't have been eliminated so quickly, he had no choice but to swallow his pride.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. This is a check for ten million US dollars; consider it cash for your help." Fatty Cheng did not hesitate and directly brought out ten million as cash.

"That won't be necessary. Just donate it to the Chinese Association." Chen Yu didn't even glance at it. Ten million—an ordinary person couldn't earn that much in a lifetime, but this amount of money really wasn't worth looking at in Chen Yu's eyes.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Chen." Fatty Cheng was stunned for a moment, then he realized that with Chen Yu's status, he wouldn't care about this bit of money at all, so he felt relieved after thinking it over.

"You said you go to a church every week?" Chen Yu asked.

"Yes, Mr. Chen, I go every week. The priest in that church also seems to hold me in high regard." Fatty Cheng nodded.

"He holds you in high regard because you have a special aura about you. This aura weakens your constitution, and once a person's constitution is weakened, they become prone to attracting unclean things."

Chen Yu glanced at him and said, "Do you know now why you can see ghosts even when walking down the street at night? That is the reason."

"This..." Fatty Cheng felt a headache coming on. He was indeed prone to seeing ghosts, but he had never thought it was because his constitution was weak.

"Take this; it's an Amulet. If you keep it on your person year-round, you will attract fewer of those filthy things." Chen Yu took out an Amulet and gave it to him.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen." Fatty Cheng was overjoyed and hurriedly took the Amulet with great care.

Chen Yu did not stay here long; he had to go see what exactly was in the church.

"Mr. Chen..." Qingfeng's tone had also become respectful.

"I'm not quite used to you calling me that." Chen Yu looked up at Qingfeng and couldn't help but smile.

For this guy to be willing to lower his head and call him Mr. Chen, it meant he had already acknowledged his strength.

"Our Heavenly Dao Sect admits defeat. We consider ourselves no match for Mr. Chen." Qingfeng shook his head, feeling quite emotional as he said this.

The Heavenly Dao Sect had been established overseas for over fifty years, but it had never been truly recognized. It had finally managed to make a name for itself over these years, only to be completely suppressed by Chen Yu.

With Chen Yu's strength, even if his master came, he would likely only be on the receiving end of a beating, so he was helpless and had no choice but to concede.

"Whether it is martial arts or Dao Technique, both are people-oriented. If you develop a competitive and aggressive heart, then your state of mind has already fallen into the inferior category." Chen Yu said indifferently, "Go back and tell your master: never forget your Initial Embrace, for that is the foundation. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand Mr. Chen's meaning. I will return to the Heavenly Dao Sect now. If Mr. Chen has time, you are welcome to visit our sect." Qingfeng nodded.

"Alright, go." Chen Yu waved his hand.

After Qingfeng left, Chen Yu told Tang Yi to go home on his own; he wanted to go to that church to see what kind of tricks were going on inside.

Judging by Fatty Cheng's behavior, that place was definitely not a simple church, but what secrets lay within, Chen Yu would have to go and investigate for himself.

Judging by Hells' behavior, the Pope was currently laying out a grand chess game. As for what exactly they were planning, Chen Yu did not know.

And this church incident might just be a good breakthrough point; perhaps Chen Yu could find the reason why the Pope frequently contacted Dark Creatures from here.

As the church bell rang, the daily morning assembly began once more.

The church priest was named Ottoff, a man over seventy years old. He was reading the Bible and singing hymns to the Lord.

There were many believers here; they piously closed their eyes and prayed silently.

Chen Yu sat in a corner, sitting quietly. He discovered that the people who came here were all members of the upper class dressed in expensive clothing.

These people had vast social resources and first-class earning power, but a large portion of their income was "gray income."

Moreover, their hands were more or less stained with blood. The reason they chose to pray here was because their hearts were filled with panic.

That was why they were here, attempting to have God cleanse the sins upon them.

Unfortunately, God is also greedy. The moment they wanted God to help them, they had already taken a wrong step—and a disastrously wrong one at that.

Chen Yu had not spoken the entire time. He sat quietly until the end. When everyone else had left, Ottoff, who was holding a broom to sweep the floor, spoke up.

"My poor friend, you must have encountered some incredibly difficult problem; otherwise, you wouldn't have sat there alone in silence from beginning to end."

Ottoff stopped what he was doing, looked up, narrowed his eyes, and gazed toward where Chen Yu was.

"Yes, you are right; I have indeed encountered a difficulty." Chen Yu nodded, stood up, and looked at Ottoff.