This is all the memory, most of which are chaotic impacts.
The amount of useful information...is really too little.
Gu Shen glanced at the unconscious man.
"Trident silver foil..."
He searched the man, flipping out a silver foil pinned on the inside of his collar without directly touching it... If it truly was an emblem of the church, it was very likely that something akin to spiritual power was harbored within this silver foil.
Otherwise, how could such a common Believer be allowed out alone?
With the Truth Ruler, Gu Shen pinched the silver foil out of thin air.
He scrutinized it but couldn't discern any clues, then turned his gaze toward the scattered bag... It seemed to have been waterproofed, filled with liquid yet without any leakage, and it was still warm with a faint mist rising from the opening, suggesting from its bulging contour that it was filled with round spherical objects.
Women, elderly, and even more tender...
