Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 187 Washing away the sins
As a doctor, Duan Mingyuan needs to remind all young people not to be obsessed with fox spirits. They will steal your soul, drag you into the abyss, and make your body worse day by day.

This is no joke.

"Mr. Mingyuan, I didn't expect you to like this."

September, who had changed into a nun's uniform, covered her mouth and chuckled. She deliberately imitated the tone of a nun and said, "Father, please wash away my sins!"

Between couples, appropriate role-playing can further enhance their feelings for each other.

Duan Mingyuan was lying on the bed with his hands folded in front of his chest, looking particularly... peaceful.

"I remember you said you were good at singing?"

"When I was in the mountains, the lark was my good friend. It taught me to sing."

Larks are recognized as one of the best singing groups among monsters. Jiu Yue held her face and recalled the beautiful memories of her childhood.

"I just heard a song in the auditorium. Can you sing it?"

"Those weird languages? Let me try..."

Jiu Yue tilted her head in confusion. Things did not develop in the way she had imagined, and the role-playing games mentioned on the Internet did not seem to be played that way.

The encyclopedia mentions many ways to play the game, but none of them involves Mr. Mingyuan, who plays the priest, lying peacefully on the bed while she moves a chair and sits beside him to sing.

This is not exciting at all.

But since it was Mr. Mingyuan's request, she still recalled the songs she had heard in the auditorium.

The lark once said that a master singer does not need to understand every language, nor does he need to understand the meaning of every word of lyrics. Only emotion is the link that connects every singer.

So, what emotions are contained in the choir's singing?

September thought for a moment.

This should start with "hope"...

Accompanied by September's gentle singing, Duan Mingyuan once again found himself among the stars.

But this time, he did not stay where he was, but walked straight towards the sun in the distance. The dazzling light was so close that it seemed that he could reach it if he just took a few more steps forward.

This is a story of "hope".

Duan Mingyuan raised his arm and stretched his hand towards the sun. An unprecedented wonderful feeling flowed through his body. He not only touched the sun, but also felt the scorching heat and extremely destructive energy it contained.

Then, he held the energy in his palm.

At once, countless thoughts flooded into his mind, confirming Duan Mingyuan's guess.

These energies contain messages left behind by a certain civilization.

"Bishop! Lord Bishop!"

Thousands of fragmented whispers finally gathered into a complete sentence, and Duan Mingyuan understood the meaning. Looking up, he seemed to be standing in the sky at this moment. Looking around, the outline of the entire city was in sight.

The architectural style is full of religious colors and colorful decorations.

What he held in his palm was a dazzling red gem, disc-shaped, and burning hot all over, as if he was holding a fireball. The shape of the gem was 90% similar to the pattern on the nun's uniform.

Duan Mingyuan loosened his hand, and the ruby ​​floated in the container on the dome of the tower.

The one who called him Archbishop was a floating eyeball robot, which issued a safety warning to him, "The amount of scorching sun energy you have consumed today has seriously exceeded the limit. Please go to the cooling cabin for treatment immediately."

Archbishop Zalman, the seventh Archbishop of the Church of Embers, holds supreme power on this planet. Duan Mingyuan soon learned about "himself".

Every archbishop is regarded as the messenger of the Sun King, whose mission is to lead the empire to a more glorious peak.

As the seventh archbishop, Zalman is facing an extremely difficult choice.

Due to some unknown influence, the energy of the scorching sun has become increasingly unstable.

Before the cause is found out, the mining and use of this energy should be completely stopped. This is his judgment as a clergyman, but as the archbishop of the Church of Ashes, he cannot announce this news.

This would bring unprecedented panic to the entire planet.

They have gone too far in the use of solar energy. It is no longer a weapon for war, but has been refined to every corner of the planet. If the entire planet is compared to a sophisticated instrument, then solar energy is the only supply for this machine.

Once the ban is issued, more than 90% of the facilities on the planet will be paralyzed, and cold and darkness will once again envelop them.

Under the guidance of the eyeball robot, Zalman came all the way to the cooling chamber. During this time, many clergymen of the church noticed his abnormality, but Zalman evaded the question.

He told no one this terrible secret.

The door of the cooling chamber slowly opened, and Zalman lay down in it. He put his right hand, which was burned by the energy of the scorching sun, into the instrument. He endured the biting cold and the burning pain that still remained on his skin. The pain made him more awake.

The worries of the clergy and the mission of the Archbishop have been tormenting him and have caused his spirit to begin to become alienated. If this continues, his spirit will collapse and he will not be able to keep this terrible secret.

Zalman looked at the closed hatch and made a decision.

He had to give up one of his identities.

His intact left hand stretched out to his temple. He gritted his teeth and made a pinching motion. Then a ray of energy emitting a faint golden glow was drawn out from his temple.

Zalman loosened his hands, allowing the extracted sun energy to return to the world.

He could only choose to believe.

They believed that the empire's technological development would be able to find the root cause of the troubles in the future, and that the Sun King would bless their empire to continue to prosper.

Perhaps in the future someone will find the parts he discarded, and by then, it will be determined whether this decision was correct or not.

……

"Father, are you awake?"

In the endless darkness, September's call brought Duan Mingyuan back to reality.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a little fox that looked like a nun clinging to him. It turned out that the little fox was really sinful. It kept saying that it wanted a priest to help it wash away its sins, but in the end it ended up washing itself onto the priest's bed.

She had her hands around the priest's waist and spoke in a very teasing tone.

This little fox smells delicious.

Every second since he opened his eyes was a test for the priest, which made Duan Mingyuan feel that the choice he faced at the moment was no easier than that of Archbishop Zalman.

"You just fell asleep again. So that song has a hypnotic effect?"

Jiu Yue was very good at using her cute face to pretend to be innocent and ignorant. "Father, what did you see just now?"

"It's more complicated to explain."

Duan Mingyuan thought for a moment and concluded, "To put it simply, it was probably just a decision made, and then a planet was blown up."

(End of this chapter)