The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 89: The Remnant of the Heart Image (Fourth update, reached times a day, please subscribe first!)

According to the areas previously divided on the map, there should also be an otherworldly world in the area where the small pier is located.

While collecting mail, Wu Chang also observed the surroundings of the small pier, looking for anything suspicious.

Compared to the port of Briver on the other end of the island, the small pier was much quieter.

This used to be where the islanders went out to sea to fish. According to the restaurant owner, there used to be a special kind of yellow croaker living near the small pier. It had delicious meat and was loved by the locals.

But with the arrival of steamships, yellow croakers, which were afraid of noise, migrated en masse and moved far away from Brewer Island.

There are reefs all around the small pier, and only experienced fishermen can steer small wooden boats around the pier, so access is far less convenient than that of the Port of Bever.

After the only specialty, yellow croaker, was gone, it almost lost its use value and gradually became abandoned.

Today, the small pier has become a fishing ground for a retired old man.

Older townspeople who like quietness occasionally come to the small pier with fishing rods, trying to catch one or two lost yellow croakers, looking for the taste of childhood.

However, most of the time I would come up empty-handed. I would often sit in front of the fishing rod for most of the day without even catching a common sea fish. In the end I could only pick up some oysters and conchs along the dock and throw them into a bucket, consoling myself that I had gained something.

How did Wu Chang know about this when he had only been in the dungeon for two or three days?
Oh, that’s how the oysters and conches in small town restaurants come from.

Wu Chang walked along the coastline for a while and didn't find anything suspicious on the way.

Not to mention the iconic statues of the other world, even decent and complete buildings are hard to see.

He didn't find any special existence, but he did see a special person.

Just as he was about to return and ask the old people in the town for help, he saw a melancholy artistic man painting facing the sea on a reef not far away.

This guy is not dead after all.

When they first entered the dungeon, everyone's attention was focused on the Iron Armored Group trio and Jian Xing, except for the melancholy literary man who didn't pay attention to them, but kept pestering Wu Chang's true self.

The melancholy literary man is just like Wu Chang's true self. He disappeared after the copy started, and Wu Chang and others have never seen him in the town.

Not only them, but even the townspeople rarely mentioned him.

Linghu and others guessed that he, like Hanshi, disappeared in some corner of the copy, but Wu Chang always felt that he was not that simple.

And indeed it is.

Even Jian Xing had a hard time trying to clear the dungeon, and was even taken to police station for collecting intelligence.

On the other hand, the melancholy artistic man not only does not look embarrassed, but also has the leisure and elegance to paint facing the sea, which shows that he is indeed extraordinary.

Wu Chang came to the rock where the literary man was sitting and observed his paintings from behind.

The artistic man lived up to his temperament. The ocean he painted almost perfectly reproduced the sea surface in front of him on paper, but the details and colors were more dreamy and bold.

It's like turning on a beauty filter for nature, turning an ordinary and desolate coast into a popular check-in destination for internet celebrities.

The melancholic artistic man asked as he added the final touches to his painting: "What do you think?"

"It's very strong. If you open an account on PipaPippa, you can have at least 50,000 followers." Wu Chang praised.

The artistic man shook his head and said, "I've tried it, but the barrage teachers and comment teachers are too strict. My level is at best 'still needs practice'."

Wu Chang smiled. He didn't expect that the artistic guy could be so humorous.

The artistic man painted the last stroke of the blue sky, and Wu Chang thought the painting was finished. However, the artistic man turned around and mixed a darker tone.

He dipped the brush in paint and made a few rough strokes on the canvas.

In the blink of an eye, the clear sea surface suddenly became gloomy and eerie.

The difference between the before and after pictures is so great that it seems like two completely different paintings.

"Isn't this more appropriate?"

Wu Chang shook his head, "I prefer your previous style."

The artistic man said noncommittally: "Everything has two sides, there is sunshine and there is shadow. As an artist, you have to see all sides of the model at the same time, and show all its conflicts on a piece of paper, and then add a little bit of your own creation on it."

Wu Chang curled his lips and did not respond.

The artistic man put down his paintbrush and asked pointedly, "Senator Sean, do you have another side?"

Wu Chang said calmly, "I have always been consistent in what I say and what I do."

The artistic man smiled and said, "I have one side, and more than one side, just like the sea, sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny, but all of me is for the pursuit of the most dazzling art."

"This town is a great place. Please work harder. I want to see more exciting scenes."

After the artistic man finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving the painting on the easel and the brushes and paints scattered on the floor.

Wu Chang frowned slightly and took a deep breath. "Is it impossible to kill all the Riddlers? Just pretend with me now. I will make you fly when I have the chance."

After returning to the town, he took the opportunity of delivering the mail to check the status of the players.

Another person is missing.

When he went to the restaurant for lunch, he learned from the restaurant owner that the facilitator from Dongyang City had died.

According to the restaurant owner, the man died of natural causes, the cause of death was an upset stomach and gastric perforation leading to excessive bleeding.

It was the first time he had heard of such a death caused by excessive bleeding due to gastric perforation.

However, with the examples of the former postman and the former reporter, the scene of the natural death caused by gastric perforation on Buffle Island would definitely not be a good one.

It seems that he was the unlucky guy who entered the other world last night.

He only observed a brief second of silence for the helpers in Dongyang City, and then focused on the prayer that was about to begin.

Linghu had said before that the evening prayers in the cathedral would be presided over by the bishop himself.

The bishop is an ascetic monk who increases his spiritual practice by abandoning his own desires and closing off his own feelings, and uses this to communicate with God.

The bishop sewed his eyes shut with wire in order to abandon his physical eyes and observe God with his mind's eyes.

The bishop had little desire for material things and stayed at home most of the time. Even on the Divine Day when the golden flying fish appeared, he would not leave the cathedral.

Prayers are only held when major events occur to bless the townspeople.

During the time they entered the town of Briver, Linghu was the only player who had seen the bishop from afar.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Chang planned to test the bishop's background and see if he, like Marty, was also possessed by the messenger of God.

At 6:30 in the afternoon, Wu Chang controlled his true self, transformed the superhero's tights into a cape, and entered the cathedral among the crowd.

The true self inherited the good and evil values ​​of Wu Chang's original body. The surrounding townspeople felt very natural about his presence and did not think there was anything unusual about the sudden appearance of a strange man in black robe in the crowd.

In the prayer hall of the cathedral, facing the crowd, is a huge glazed mural.

The Madonna in the mural opens her arms like a loving mother, embracing her children returning home.

The light of dusk shines through the glazed murals, and the heavy light and shadow make the kind and gentle Virgin Mary look a little sad.

I don’t know whether she was sad for herself or for the mortals under her feet.

As the sun completely set, oil lamps and torches were lit in the church, and the bishop in white robes slowly emerged.

The bishop was thin, and his control over his appetite made his body fat percentage extremely low. The little muscle hanging on his broad frame made his body look even thinner.

He should be only forty-seven years old this year, but his wrinkled face and almost completely white hair make him look seventy-four.

Black iron wires like thorns pierced through his upper and lower eyelids, completely sewing his eyes shut. He could only walk around the church with the help of a nun who supported and guided him.

The bishop stood before the crowd and began the evening's prayer.

His voice is old, heavy, and full of narrative, with proper rhythm and breath distribution, making it easy to immerse yourself in it.

An hour and a half of prayer passed in a flash. When the prayer was over, the townspeople seemed to have received forgiveness from God and reconciled with their inner anxiety. They left the cathedral with peaceful faces.

Except Wu Chang.

He transformed into a spirit form and followed the bishop all the way to the room where the bishop was resting.

He could feel that during the confession portion of the prayer, the bishop's repentance was stronger than that of all the townspeople.

That feeling is not fake. Only when one has done something terribly wrong can one repent so sincerely.

He wanted to know what the bishop was confessing.

Therefore, he planned to give the bishop some spiritual strength, just like he did to Professor Ebbett, so that the bishop could reflect on himself.

His spirit pointed at the archbishop, and the evil spirit began to unleash.

"The sum of the target's inspiration and will attributes is less than 20% of the sum of the user's two attributes, triggering effects: "spreading plague", "inviting disaster", "subduing evil spirits""

"Because the sum of the target's inspiration and will attributes is too low, a special state is triggered, the reverberation of the mind image."

As the prompt sounded, the bishop's whole body twitched. His face was terrified, as if he had sensed a huge danger and wanted to open his eyes to see clearly what was in front of him.

He ignored the iron wire that sewed his eyelids shut and even tore them apart, trying his best to open his eyes, revealing two empty eye sockets filled with blood and tears.

The two eye sockets were like two bottomless whirlpools. Wu Chang's spirit was sucked into them after just a look.

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