After chatting with Lin Zheyuan for a while, Wen Wen discovered that the travel group was truly full of talent.
Perhaps because they were all superhumans, the travel group had people with all sorts of styles. There were unkempt, dirty wanderers, as well as elegantly dressed beauties with ice-blue hair, and broad-shouldered, strong men with refined features.
Traveling with such a group might be very interesting.
Later, Wen Wen saw a familiar face, Sifuer Mo, codenamed 'The Great Detective,' who he had previously cooperated with.
However, Sifuer Mo's attire this time was a bit strange. He wore a small red hat and held a small flag in his hand.
"Hiss... Could this guy be the tour guide?" Wen Wen gasped, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
Lin Zheyuan asked curiously, "Even if the tour guide isn't a beauty, you don't need to be so disappointed, do you?"
"No, this guy is directionally challenged!" Wen Wen pointed at Sifuer Mo, his mouth twitching as he said loudly.
Sifuer Mo heard Wen Wen's words and looked over with displeasure. "Isn't that too impolite? Look, haven't I arrived at the waiting room in advance?"
He walked towards Wen Wen's location. The waiting room had five seats in a row, with an aisle next to the seats. Sifuer Mo only needed to make a turn and walk in a straight line to reach Wen Wen and the others.
However, under the gaze of Wen Wen and the others, Sifuer Mo made seven or eight turns all the way. If Wen Wen hadn't told them he was directionally challenged beforehand, Lin Zheyuan would have thought he was exercising.
"This... this is beyond being directionally challenged." Miao Xinyi's eyes widened slightly. Was it really okay to have someone like this as a tour guide?
Sifuer Mo patted his chest and guaranteed, "Tourists, please rest assured. This is my first time as a tour guide, and I will do my best."
Tao Qingqing rolled her eyes. With such a guarantee, everyone became more flustered.
"You should just go with the flow. I'm afraid if you're too serious, you'll lead us to a secret organization's headquarters," Wen Wen mocked him without restraint.
"Cough cough..."
Sifuer Mo chuckled awkwardly, then surveyed the waiting room. He noticed that all thirty members of the travel group had arrived, so he beckoned everyone to board the plane early.
Although he was directionally challenged, his intelligence was top-notch. After receiving the information, he had memorized the facial features of every person in the travel group with just one glance.
Despite departing early, under Sifuer Mo's guidance, everyone boarded the plane on time.
Although no one spoke, it was clear that they were all somewhat resigned.
A directionally challenged tour guide would definitely be complained out of his job in a normal travel group.
But Sifuer Mo's main occupation was a hunter, and he was only acting as a tour guide this time to experience life. Therefore, they could only resign themselves to it, and perhaps a directionally challenged tour guide could bring them a more enjoyable experience.
At worst, once they reached their destination, they would all go their separate ways and only gather at the designated time...
After the plane took off, Sifuer Mo's gaze swept across everyone, his mind rapidly analyzing their strength, belongings, and any special objectives they might have.
If he, a directionally challenged person, could become a tour guide for a travel group, it was naturally not because of some perverse quirk, but because of his sharp observation and analysis skills, making him very suitable for this mission.
That's right, Sifuer Mo was here on a mission. He had to find something during the month-long journey.
About half a month ago, a containment facility of the Hunter Association had experienced a containment breach due to an accident. All the personnel guarding the facility were annihilated, and several extremely dangerous items had escaped their confinement.
Most of the items were quickly recaptured and re-contained, but one item remained unaccounted for.
This item was a golden cup inlaid with numerous gems, filled with a viscous blood—it was the Blood of God!
Approximately two thousand years ago, when the Church of Glory was not yet as prosperous, a 'Son of God' was born. This Son of God was said to possess the bloodline of the Creator and was a born holy spirit.
This Son of God was put to death by foolish mortals, his body nailed to a cross, and his blood flowed into a golden cup. After the Son of God's death, widespread miracles occurred in the Golden Eagle Region.
It was due to the existence of those miracles that the Church of Glory defeated its competitors and became the largest sect in the Golden Eagle Region.
At that time, the ropes that bound the Son of God, the spear that killed him, the cup filled with his blood, the cross behind him, and even his corpse itself, all became sacred artifacts possessing immense power.
This golden cup of God's Blood was one such sacred artifact, which eventually found its way into the hands of the Hunter Association through various means.
Normally, the cup could subtly distort the minds of nearby lifeforms, causing strange phenomena, and even superhumans could fall prey to it if they weren't careful.
However, its primary ability was to consume the blood within the cup to fulfill one wish within its range. After the God's Blood was completely consumed, it would replenish itself over a hundred years, meaning the cup could grant one wish every century.
As it seemed, this cup of God's Blood was quite powerful, but apart from the 'only correct' wish, all other wishes would be granted in an extremely twisted manner.
For example, if one wished for several villages to remain at peace, the cup's solution would be to kill half the people in the villages first, making the villagers feel pain and thus dare not fight again.
Moreover, if there were any verbal disputes among the villagers in the future, the wish's power would again kill a portion of the villagers.
Therefore, after two experiments, the Hunter Association classified it as a high-risk containment item and sealed it away.
However, unexpectedly, it had gone missing due to an accident.
Since there were no clues to the cup of God's Blood, the Hunter Association's solution was to use a prophecy-type containment item for localization.
After the prophecy, the association could determine that the cup of God's Blood would appear on this route, which was why Sifuer Mo had come.
The reason for not coming to search in a grand manner was that prophecies had uncertainty; doing too much would alter the prophecy's course, causing the cup of God's Blood not to appear here.
Furthermore, if the holder of the cup of God's Blood were startled and made a hasty wish, it would once again trigger a disaster. Sudan Novel Network.
Looking at the travel group's route, one could infer that the final destination of the cup of God's Blood should be the Holy City.
The Church of Glory knew what the "only correct" wish was, and the Hunter Association was unsure of what would happen afterward. Therefore, Sifuer Mo had to find traces of the cup of God's Blood.
However, there was still plenty of time, and no one knew in what manner the cup of God's Blood would appear during this month-long journey.