"Such an ability, let's conduct an experiment first... Please wait a moment," the elderly Pope said in a hoarse voice, waving his hand at the people around him as they analyzed the data passed on by the Black-clothed Guard.
The current location, St. Peter's Cathedral, was immune to the invasion of many supernatural powers.
"Funeral Parlor..."
He read through the document in his hands, pondering for a moment.
Turning his head, he commanded his subordinates, "Inform the experimenters that this funeral parlor was converted from the Qingtian Hospital. A total of 26 locations should conduct the experiment separately; do not provide any more extraneous information."
"Understood."
His subordinate didn't question any further.
However, about five minutes later, no information had come through.
The old man's face darkened, and he made a phone call, "Have you finished what I instructed you to do?"
