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The priest's eyes lost their light, his lower body merged with the tentacles, and his upper body seemed to grow on the tentacles, like a disgusting monster in mythology.

Then the priest uttered a strange whisper.

Old yet young, deep yet clear, rough yet sharp... The contradictory voice that seemed to integrate countless sounds made Chen's eardrums hurt.

"There are thirty believers here. Every five seconds, one will become a part of me. You have two and a half minutes to kill the owner of this body."

"Now, let's begin."

Chen was stunned for only a second as he looked at the priest who had turned into a demon.

The next second, a torrent of rage swept across the girl's blade. She ran wildly, roaring and slashing at the demon in front of her.

Dozens of pitch-black tentacles that emerged from the mural again lashed out and were instantly cut in half by Chen. The huge tentacle at the beginning seemed to be the strongest. Now Chen only needed three cuts to deal with each tentacle, but... she only had two and a half minutes.

Five seconds flies by.

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang in Chen's ears, and the hand holding Chi Xiao trembled suddenly.

bang——

A tentacle lashed Chen's abdomen fiercely, and an extremely unpleasant whisper sounded:

"First."

The furious Chen roared, and the red blade light surged again. With one blow, he cut all the tentacles in front of him into pieces. Temporarily losing his resistance, Chen rushed towards the demon, holding the blade high.

"the second."

The whisper arrived precisely at that moment, accompanied by the equally clear sound of bones cracking.

The demon quickly retreated and avoided Chen's knife.

He gazed at Chen, without any emotion:

"If you had just killed this body, none of this would have happened."

"Shut up!"

"You've lost your mind, making you more vulnerable and harder to kill this body."

"I told you to shut up!"

"The third."

Snap, bang—

One bone after another was broken, and one lifeless body after another fell to the ground.

sixth.

After half a minute, Chen still hadn't killed the demon, but the demon was punctually harvesting lives one after another.

"Isn't this your fault? They shouldn't have died."

The whispers that had originally only rang in Chen's ears had now echoed in her mind without her knowing.

"I'm going to... kill you..."

The anger burning in Chen's eyes was half bright and half dark. She raised the knife and pointed it forward, but she didn't know... she was pointing the knife at the believer who was tied up by tentacles.

The demon whispered in her ear.

"You should have saved them, but you didn't, kid."

"You killed them."

From the very beginning, this monster, or rather... the twisted will that resided in the priest's consciousness was not intended to kidnap hostages to threaten Chen.

The essence of this consciousness is not human. It never thinks in a human way. It talks to Chen in order to break through Chen's psychological defenses in another way - this carrier is too weak, and it cannot infect Chen's consciousness in a more powerful way.

In that case, let’s downgrade and use the “human” approach.

The terrifying and great will from the boundless deep sea looked at this young, energetic and powerful body, and thought of a question about the tram.

If the priest himself is the kind of martyr who would stand on the tracks before the tram arrives and sacrifice himself for the safety of everyone; then this little girl is an idealist who would try her best to stop the tram instead of watching it run over anyone.

But incompetent idealists always have to pay the price for their incompetence.

"This is the price, child. You paid for your ideals with the lives of others."

The last bullet was loaded.

Chen's anger becomes the trigger, and under his instigation and drive, he slashes a fatal blow at an innocent believer. After the believer dies, he will remove the instigation and let Chen see what he has done.

Then the bullet went out and killed himself.

At this moment, the vitality of this body has been completely drained, and the terrifying will from the deep sea will take in another originally brilliant but fallen soul at its curtain call. It is a perfect script.

The premise is... no outsider destroys the stage.

"That's enough."

Contemptuous, disgusted, and cold voices rang out in the church.

The black-haired woman stood on a high window, looking down at the scene below. Her dark red eyes reflected the image of a girl holding a long knife, about to kill innocent believers.

"Why would the master fall for a loser like you?"

She murmured to herself in confusion.

The cold moonlight shone on her and the long sword at her waist. She just flicked a stone lightly and shook away Chen's Chi Xiao who was about to swing it.

The demon stared at the woman: "Your soul..."

The upper body growing on the tentacles had shriveled beyond recognition. The terrifying skeleton covered with a layer of skin glanced at Chen. It seemed that He was unable to accept this soul at this time, but it didn't matter - for that grand will, the so-called joy was so insignificant.

Moreover, He had already gained something unexpected.

"tell her."

He said calmly, "I will come to her soon."

Then, all the tentacles weathered away in an instant, leaving only black and dark blue paint all over the ground. Only a little paint remained on the huge mural in the center of the church, like an unfinished and crude graffiti.

Chen's will recovered from the haze, and she looked tremblingly at the unconscious believers on the ground, then turned to look at the skeleton on the ground with only a layer of skin left.

"This is a good thing you did. He is not wrong about this."

The woman standing on the high window sneered at Chen.

"You... who are you?!"

Chen bit his lips hard, forcing himself to break away from the endless sense of guilt and shame, and face another mysterious man who appeared.

The woman just looked down at her expressionlessly. "I never kill useless people. You are safe."

"I originally thought that as someone chosen by the Master, you would be able to do something that would open my eyes, but... this is all."

She lowered her eyes. "Even though she's just my junior sister, I have to acknowledge her abilities. No one who practices the Killing Style can escape the shadow of their master, but she's taken a completely different path."

"You are nothing like her except that you are also a righteous idiot."

"Both their will and strength are weak...disgusting."

The woman had originally intended to try out what was different about this lucky guy chosen by her master, but after tonight's drama, she had completely lost interest.

The figure of the mysterious man disappeared through the window, and the moonlight shone again, illuminating Chen and the corpses on the ground.

They shouldn't have lost.

Chen didn't understand some of the mysterious man's words, but he could feel the pure contempt and disgust even without words.

The young dragon in the moonlight, among the dead.

Two sentences echoed in her ears.

"You paid the price for your ideals with the lives of others."

"Both their will and strength are weak...disgusting."

The girl holding the knife lowered her head and stood there. No one knew what she was thinking.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

Chen suddenly raised his head and stared at the skinny, lifeless body that made the coughing sound.

"God, Father?"

She trembled and immediately ran to the priest, knelt down and held his hand: "It's okay, it's... it's over! I'll call an ambulance right away, please hold on for a while, hold on a little longer--" As she spoke, she frantically groped for a walkie-talkie.

"Listen, listen to me, child."

The priest's dry lips moved, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"I'm listening, I'm listening!"

Chen nodded vigorously: "So you just hold on for a little while longer. Just a little while longer!"

"No need..." The old man shook his head with difficulty and tried his best to force a smile. Such a smile was so scary on his face that looked like a skeleton, but also so... sad.

"You have to remember this, child."

The priest held Chen's hand tightly. He should have no strength at all now, but Chen could feel such obvious strength from the palm of his hand which was only made of bones.

"You are not wrong. Wanting to save everyone is never... wrong."

"The one who made the mistake... was me. I was... bewitched. It was me... who killed them."

"You have a heart...of gold, kid."

The old woman's voice became weaker and weaker, so weak that Chen had to put his ear close to her to hear clearly.

The girl, kneeling on the ground, clasped the old man's leather-wrapped hands tightly with both hands, her body trembling.

"So please don't... blame yourself. This is my... last..."

"……ask."

Father Meng Lin, sixty-three years old, came from a wealthy family, but his family fell into poverty when he was sixteen, and he began to travel around the country of Yan to work hard.

Ten years later, he led the Meng family to rise again, but felt deeply the suffering of the world, so he sold all his shares, left home with his younger sister, the only one in the family who was not contaminated by the world, and devoted himself to charity.

After Longmen was founded, he settled in Longmen and built this nameless church. While doing his best to help others, he also cared more about enlightening and saving those who had lost hope in life.

He just accidentally received a mysterious ordinary person half a month ago and was eroded by the will from the deep sea. But even so, he was fighting against the unknown horror with his mortal will.

At the end of his life, he was still trying to save a brilliant soul.

……

On the top floor of the luxury hotel, Guan Yueli sat cross-legged on a chair, gazing at the horizon where a ray of light was about to appear, and took a sip of tea with relish.

"So, that's what it is, what do you think?"

"What do I think?"

The emperor rolled his eyes, "I think you suck, Guanyue."

"How dare you?" Guan Yueli said with disdain, "How dare you, a fellow who should be hanged from a streetlight, call me rotten?"

"I never play with little girls."

"I didn't play tricks on her."

The emperor, lying on the recliner, pulled down his sunglasses and said, "I think you are going to ruin her."

"First of all, I didn't do anything." Guan Yueli raised a finger to emphasize.

"Secondly," she held up her second finger, "if I hadn't asked Xiaolou to watch her, she would have really broken down... Well, probably, it shouldn't have happened. It just takes longer to recover."

"Or do you want to say something like 'Wow, you could have saved everyone, why didn't you?'"

"I don't care, as long as you don't use your tricks on my girls."

The emperor, who was wearing sunglasses, squinted at the horizon and said, "Also, this incident won't implicate them, right?"

The emperor specially called Guan Yueli to confirm this matter.

"You really dote on them...it's rare." Guan Yueli was a little surprised. As a ruthless capitalist, although the emperor was a little unique, he was still a capitalist. It was quite rare for him to care about his employees to this extent.

"Hurry up and tell me! I don't want my employees to get involved with that guy."

The emperor tutted his words and said, "I get goosebumps just thinking about Him."

"Don't worry, he is not that boring. He has said it many times that he is here to find me, and he must be here only to find me." Guan Yueli answered confidently.