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The smile on the Midnight Poet's face had completely disappeared.

He looked at the bishops surrounding him, at the extremely gloomy face of the El-Melloi Saint directly in front of him, and then at Chen Ye, who had a joking look on his face, not a single bit of damage on his body, and sitting in his original position unharmed...

The voice became as weak and tinny as a mosquito:

"I think... all of this... might be a misunderstanding?"

Chen Ye showed a meaningful smile and said:

"The way you chased me in the dream doesn't look like a misunderstanding. Everyone here is a witness."

The Midnight Poet's heart skipped a beat. Through this passage, he confirmed one thing——

I was completely fooled by fellow mind control players!

He failed to control the other party at all. Instead, his consciousness fell into the other party's dream.

He also exposed himself and the bishop’s abilities!

This time...

Things are not looking good!

The Holy Cult of El-Melloi turned his head expressionlessly, looked at the red priest, and said in an indifferent tone:

"You betrayed the Burning Sun Church and called yourself another master?"

The red-robed priest stood there like a dead corpse, without saying a word.

Suddenly, his body suddenly exploded, and several black shadow-like mist spread crazily around him!

The nuns and deacons behind him were startled by the sudden change.

"snort!"

Bishop El-Melloi snorted coldly, and the Holy Light Staff in his hand suddenly hit the ground.

In the next second, the sacred flame burned the black mist into nothingness.

Only a wreckage was left.

"You just burned him. Without a complete body, you can't interrogate the details?"

Chen Ye looked slightly regretful.

After all, it was a bit regretful that I couldn't personally hold a funeral ceremony for the red priest.

At this time, Chen Xi beside him said: "It doesn't matter. Some of the souls of the clergy members of the church are bound to the inscription behind the church."

"Their astral bodies after death will be included in the inscription."

"The inscription of a member of the clergy who has made a major mistake will be thrown into the furnace, and the details of the mistake will be 'washed' out through the soul."

"That's it." Chen Ye nodded.

Indeed, refining this part of memory using the method of smelting the astral body is much more advanced than [Voice of the Dead].

Able to obtain more details.

Of course, the limitations are also very obvious. The clergy members of the church must bind part of the astral body to the inscription according to the rules.

In this way, the soul after death can be attached to the inscription, and part of the memory of life can be completely washed out.

It is a more advanced method, but the entire operation process is more complicated.

It requires preparation in advance and can only be said to be useful to internal clergy members.

But if the body is externally dead, it will have no effect.

The Midnight Poet witnessed the scene happening around him from beginning to end, and couldn't help but take a breath, his feet were getting weak, and cold sweat could not stop breaking out on his forehead.

He forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and hesitantly said:

"I...I can tell you everything...no matter what you want to ask!"

"After you get enough information, can you let me go?"

"You need to swear to the blazing sun..."

The white bishop walked forward coldly and took out a bottle of white reagent from his pocket.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome. I just need to pry open your mouth and drink this stuff. No matter what the question is about, you will speak obediently."

The midnight poet's pupils were suddenly filled with fear, and he shook his head in horror:

"No! It's useless! The Lord has imposed a restraint on me!"

"If you do this forcefully, you won't be able to get any information, and you will only get a cold corpse!"

"But if I were still alive, I would do everything possible to hint you to obtain the Lord's message, within the scope of circumventing the rules of death..."

However, Chen Ye interrupted the midnight poet's urgent words with a smile and comforted:

"You don't have to worry about it. I have the ability to make dead people speak. If you die, the next thing will become more convenient."

"Besides, you're not the first player I've dealt with!"

"So you can rest assured that I have extensive experience in getting dead people to answer questions."

"I have always been very dedicated, and I promise to use the most beautiful music to bury you."

The poet finally realized that he had provoked an existence he could not afford to offend!

That's the devil!

A real devil!

He wished he could swallow a thousand regret pills on the spot, regretting why he didn't have eyes to provoke such a terrifying evil star?

The next second, the Bishop in White pried open the Midnight Poet's mouth without mercy and poured the Veritaserum into it.

The poet's pupils gradually turned from despair to gray.

He was hanging his head, half dead, and his body was still twitching instinctively.

five minutes later……

The "fragments" of the poet, which had turned into pieces of flesh and blood and stained all parts of the church, began to come together again.

Slowly formed a complete poet again.

only……

There were obviously several stitching marks on the other party's body.

Chen Ye put down the suona in his hand, with an intoxicated and satisfied look on his face.

The feeling and experience of mourning a player with your own hands is completely different.

It seems that through artistic music, one can communicate with the dissipating "self-awareness" and the fragments of the soul that are about to pass away.

From it, you can feel the complex emotions of the dying person, as if they have completed the other person's life.

By absorbing this "emotion", it is a kind of baptism for one's own soul, which makes it more transparent and strengthens spiritual power.

A reminder popped up on the bloody phone——

[You held a funeral concert for the player ‘Song Shi’! 】

[Strange value +1000! 】

…………

After the performance, the surrounding audience suddenly woke up and obediently paid the performance fee.

However, this time Chen Xi and Bai Chen were smarter and prepared special earplugs to block out the sound of the performance.

"What...problem...do you have...?"

The Midnight Poet tilted his head and said in a long, inhuman voice.

At this time, Chen Ye saw a gray mist floating above the poet's head.

Not surprisingly……

This should be the ‘notary’ from the spiritual world.

It will help Chen Ye complete this cross-border question and serve as the cost of the funeral performance.

"Devil! This is simply the method of the devil!"

Beside the church, a monk saw this scene and his eyes fell on Chen Ye, full of fear.

Let the exploded corpse be put back together again, and you can still answer questions...

Is this a messenger sent by Satan?

"Thank you for the compliment." Chen Ye smiled slightly.

Such "praise" is an honor to the real [Devil].

Immediately afterwards.

Chen Ye's eyes fell on the dead body of the midnight poet, he pondered for a moment, and then asked his first question:

"Do you know or cooperate with Northrend?"

It’s the same sentence, two questions connected.

The corners of the Midnight Poet's mouth twitched and he slowly said:

"Northrend... clown... idiot!"

"He...failed...the Lord!"

"Trash...deserves to die..."

You're almost the same... Chen Ye fell into the same fate as the midnight poet, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The answer is already obvious.

The Midnight Poet not only knows Northrend, but is also an ally.

Let’s serve one “Lord” together!

But who is the true identity of this “lord”?

Chen Ye raised the second question:

"In what way do you and Northrend serve the Lord together?"

The Midnight Poet was obviously stunned by this complexly structured question.

more specifically……

The gray mist air mass above couldn't help but spin a few times, as if thinking about how to express the problem of this structure?

After a while, the Midnight Poet answered:

"The Lord...the name...is not worthy!"

"Serving... intermediary... Von Lucius..."

"Release... mission... reward!"

After answering this question, the Midnight Poet's body suddenly twitched violently several times, as if it was about to explode at any time.

A foul smell filled the air.

The surrounding clergy members covered their noses with disgust on their faces, feeling that the existence of this thing here was a defilement of the church!

Suddenly, they suddenly realized something, and their faces were gradually replaced by looks of shock.

Von Lucius!

That bishop actually collaborated with this poet?

And, extrapolating from this, it seems that it is still an intermediary?

Chen Ye frowned slightly and secretly judged in his heart:

"Wait a minute, when the Midnight Poet mentioned Lucius, he used an intermediary..."

"It should be an identity introduction."

"That is to say, the Lord they serve is not Lucius."

"Lucius is just a middleman?"

If you think about it carefully, calling yourself Lord must have something to do with the authority of God.

But in this case, wouldn't it mean that he could be directly on an equal footing with the Lord of the Fierce Sun?

Lucius' identity is nothing more than a former bishop.

From this, it can be inferred that he most likely received some kind of gift of power from another "lord".

perhaps……

It’s also related to the secret of resurrection from the dead!

But does this "lord" have something to do with a certain god in this city?

If it involves this level, it would be terrifying!

You know, mastering the complete "God's Authority" can almost directly lead to the ending of the "Weird Era" weekly game.

If it involves existence at this level, it definitely involves a deeper secret!

Chen Ye looked at Lucius and slowly asked the last question:

"Who are the allies, especially the players, who are working with you?"

He focused on players.

Because the player has an ID.

If you are an aboriginal person, you may say it directly without knowing the specific name and identity.

But players can identify it through the network of the bloody phone.

The Midnight Poet paused for a moment and answered with difficulty:

"Alliance...name...I don't know..."

"Code name..."

"clown!"

boom!

After saying the last word, the poet's body finally exploded like fireworks.

However, the blood mist spread in mid-air and gradually formed a portrait of a clown.