Lang's funeral, as the family, or rather, as Mr. Fisher had arranged and hoped, was 'tall' and prepared, but there was no scene to match. There are only two rows of seats in the church. All the flowers, all the arrangements, all the decorations to express the regret for the deceased, when there are not enough 'witnesses', are just wasted......

The same cannot be said either. Traditional funerals, for cremation, which has become popular in the new era, probably everything is wasted. Let's not be so realistic, e...... Or, to be more realistic, these decorations, these arrangements, will not be wasted at all, and tomorrow at the funeral of Mr. Donna Sr., they will continue to work.

After Fr. Constantine finished his greeting, he asked the only two rows of guests below, "Does anyone want to give a speech?"

Constantine had a list of guests, and these people were of only three categories, friends and relatives of the Lang family, representatives of the West End Servants' Union, and Mr. Fisher. The priest under the statue of the Son saw the first two categories of people and looked at Mr. Fisher, who was the last to be the only one.

"I'll do it first. Mr. Fisher stepped forward and stood in the position of Constantine's abandonment, and as Constantine had blessed him and left through the back door, Mr. Fisher's speech began, "Lang is a good employee, not just a good employee, he has always been Koudy's brother, like my other ......."

Konstantin, who walked into the work area at the back of the church, was not ready to follow up on the funeral ceremony that followed, "Mike, I'll leave it to you next." He took off the collar that symbolized his priesthood, and gave some tired orders to the demons who came to help.

"No, I won't host. Mike, as if he was very accustomed to living here, took the collar that the priest had taken off and folded it carefully, "And I don't open my eyes and say to a few sad relatives, 'Your son will go to heaven.'" Mike's voice lowered, as if muttering to himself. "And I can't say he's going to hell, I've confirmed for myself that he's not going to hell. It is an outrageous joke for any priest or priest to appear at his funeral. ”

Konstantin pursed his lips and glanced at Mike. Mike is used to life in this church, but Konstantin is not. The strange demon in front of him either has a deep understanding of faith to the extent that even he, a priest, can't reach it. Or, it's just a high-end black. Konstantin sometimes couldn't figure out whether he should look up or down.

Konstantin shook his head, "Then let Mason go." ”

"Oh. Mike answered, and the two continued to the priest's office.

"How's Sloane?" asked Konstantin.

"Still practicing with Blizz in the future. Mike raised an eyebrow, as if to say something of interest, "It seems to be very skillful." Can you feel it? Blitz's presence shifts between necromancy, high-level demons, and non-existence. Mike suddenly pursed the corners of his lips, "It's just that Blitz doesn't seem to be happy right now, he hasn't had anything to do since he crossed the ranks, and now he's been assigned to do this kind of thing." ”

Konstantin frowned. "Mike, you have to keep an eye on Blitz and don't let him go near the prison or his former family, you know. ”

What is this talking about? Don't worry, this guy named Blitz didn't come out of nowhere.

"Yes. Mike nodded, and as Konstantin turned, apparently to see how Sloan was doing.

The afternoon sun was shining. At the rear of the church, the courtyard separates the work and living areas. Sloan is here, blue translucent Sloane.

Sloane didn't look at the approaching priest and demon, and stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the body of the high-ranking demon Blitz, who shouldn't have any sense of substance—a vague human form that seeped through the black mist.

The blue finger is embedded in the black mist. Sloane's face was a little serious, and he slowly retreated as if holding his right hand for something, and the black mist surging around the humanoid began to retract, gathering his right hand that pulled back towards Sloane. until complete detachment. As Sloane held the inky black and bright red sphere in his blue hand, there was only a transparent, ice-sculpture object in front of him.

While the ice sculpture has not yet melted, look at his face, although the transparency makes this face unrecognizable, but the distinctive nose is still very recognizable. It's the nose of that neurotic woman in the South Side, Brill. Starting from this clue that there is too much brother and sister statue, let's dig up the memory.

Blitz, the first prison job for Madison, the guy who was obviously murdered, but was handled by the prison at will, and provoked the displeasure of Brill and her fiancé Cyris, and finally, Zack was the one who buried the urn in North Park. This guy is a high-level demon (the birth that Mo once felt in the North Park of the Necropolis, it was him, the result of Constantine's natural demon), oh no, now, he is melting.

The transparent 'ice sculpture' began to melt, and Sloane, who was holding the black and red thing, looked irritated at this time, and then looked at Konstantin, "This doesn't work! Every time I take out all the soul marks, the remaining 'things' begin to disappear unconsciously like a wandering spirit!"

Sloan pushed back his right hand, and the black-and-red mottled orb spread rapidly after being stuffed into the dissolved 'ice sculpture', pushing the shrunken body back to its original form.

"I don't know what you mean by useless. Konstantin smiled slightly, "It seems to me that you have accomplished what I have only achieved in half my life." Do you know how long it took me to find and master the method of stripping and implanting soul seals? Konstantin looked at Sloan sincerely, "You said that all you needed was, so easy, to pull out and push back." ”

Sloan tugged at the corners of his mouth, looked at the fully recovered Blitz, and shook his head, "But I'm not a researcher like you, I'm just going to use your research, and it doesn't work!" From a social point of view, Sloane's words are not appropriate, just like a person who uses a phone and says to someone who has spent their lives developing a phone, 'Your research is useless, my number is not answered'.

Konstantin kept smiling, "Please be clear. ”

"I'm going to save my friend. Sloan kept his agitation alive, "He's being hunted by something else I don't know what. When Zach told me to look for you, I thought you'd have a way for me to save my friend without alerting the other pursuers!"

Don't alarm the other pursuers? That's what Zach envisioned. If you can 'take out' the soul mark and leave an empty shell of the dream demon in the dream, just take back the soul mark that represents Lipu's existence, and then everything will be fine. The retrieval soul mark was completely stuffed into a geist, and Lip was replaced. The empty shell left in the dream, no matter what it does, it will be chased by someone, it's just an empty shell.

(The empty shell here refers to what Konstantin said when he first explained his research to Zach that the soul sigil was placed in the fresh 'baby' soul in order for the demon to be judged a second time.) The desire to regain the state of the earthbound spirits leads to the judgment of faith. Zach asked where the 'baby' soul came from, and Konstantin replied.)

"Looks like you've just done it. Konstantin glanced at Blitz and nodded his gratitude for his help, "You've been able to peel off the soul mark without harm, then take it away, and then place it in a new soul body. Hehe, your friend should not feel anything, and he has been rescued by you out of danger. ”

Sloan was still frowning, suspecting that this Konstantin didn't understand what he meant. "Didn't you see that the rest of the soul mark was taken out, and like the geist, it would dissolve and disappear! I think Zach has made it very clear, my friend is a dream demon, and I want to rescue him in the dream world! In the dream world, Zack is a vampire who can't even imagine a dream. But if even one dream demon needs to escape in the dream realm, I will not be able to fight in the dream realm! All I need is to rescue my friend. And then I don't leave my friend rescued! You know? I need this thing stripped of its soul mark to stay in my dreams, to be beaten and killed by other pursuers! I need to make them think my friend is gone!"

"Of course I do. Konstantin was puzzled, "Zach had already explained it clearly when he spoke. "Mind wandering, but our vampires don't get distracted until they've said what they're supposed to do, good man. "He wants to help you, but the nature of the vampire makes him useless except to be a bystander, and the only thing he can do, well, his exact words are to have the body cremated at the mill after being rescued. Completely cut off any chance for the other party to continue tracking Sloan and Grande'. ”

Sloan was stunned, he hadn't thought of it yet. Hehe, it's nothing, Zack's idea, few people keep up.

But Sloan immediately shook his head, "Hmph, is it useful to talk about this now, I don't even see the possibility of rescuing people now." The spice given by Alpha certainly strengthens the tie with my friend, and while it increases my chances of finding my friend, it also increases his chances of being exposed to other pursuers! After all, we don't even know who is chasing him or how to catch up with a dream demon!"

Sloan seemed to get more and more irritated the more he spoke, "If I can successfully find my friend, the time left for me is very short, and there is a good chance that I will be discovered by the other party immediately." So, I need your side to be useful, to leave an empty shell that can distract the other side and hold them off, rather than immediately finding out that it's just a shell that will melt and catch up!"

"yes, there's something wrong. Konstantin is also getting more and more confused, this is the same as what Zack said before he was distracted, and Zack's statement is clearer, "You have mastered it very well, whether the soul body left behind will 'melt away' is completely under your control......"

"Huh?" Sloane glared at Constantine, "what did you say?"

Konstantin raised his eyebrows, "I said, after you take out the soul mark, whether the things left behind will dissolve is in your own control." ”

"Is it there?" Sloane's face became gloomy, what had just happened, was the other party blind, if he had plugged Blitz's soul mark back later, Blitz would have no place to recover, only a pile of 'proof of existence' that Sloane held in his hand.

"Isn't it here?" Konstantin began to realize the problem, and smiled again, "You can already peel off and master the complete soul mark of a soul, it should be easier to peel off only part of the soul mark, hehe, don't deny it, I have already felt that you made Blitz return to the state of necromancy, that is, you only stripped the mark that belongs to the high-level demon." Konstantin seemed to admire, "Do you know how long it took me to hide these sigils, no, carefully arrange them into his original sigils, in order to make this created innate demon more innate demon, and you found and stripped them so easily, I envy it." ”

Sloane's blue transparent face began to darken, because he also realized what the other party meant, and in the same way, he ignored the laws of social interaction and skipped Konstantin's appreciation, "What do you mean? Are you asking me to only strip off a part of the soul mark that represents his existence when I save my friend, and then keep a part of it, so that the rest of the soul is still a dream demon!"

"yes. ”

No one spoke.

Half a minute.

"How can you think like that!!" Sloane was actually angry, "Part of it??I'm going to save my friend!Not one, part of my friend!What about the other part?!That's still my friend...... Some of my friends!, he, they ......" probably confused by logic, "Are they still my friends!!"

Konstantin shook his head, but with a smile on his lips, just as kind as the priest comforted others. What does this portend, it signifies that the priest is going to be reasonable.

"Sloane, let me ask you a question, the soul imprint corresponds to a person's memory, when a vampire's succubus pupil obscures, erases, and alters a person's memory, can you say that the person is missing a part?"

"It's not ......"

"It's really no different, I personally put the soul mark that didn't belong to Blitz into his body, does this mean that Blitz has more of it?"

"Of course, he's just a necromancy, and now he's really a high-level evil ......"

"Humans eat, soul aliens continue to eat other people's desires, sense of existence, and even devour soul marks, can you say that they are all part more?"

"How can you make a ...... of their way of living to this one?"

"Human beings, emotionally or physically, sometimes have to give up a part of their body, or forget part of their memory. The soul alien race constantly uses the desires and existence that it has absorbed into its own power. In the midst of these constant increases, disappearances, and repetitions, can it be that these alien races, in the continuous increase and lessness, have completely become something else? ”

Sloane glared at the priest and stopped talking.

Konstantin kept smiling, "This, you can say." More and less, repeatedly, it does change, life, is constantly changing, more part, less part, don't care too much. ”

Sure enough, what the priest can say is like the message of faith at a funeral now, a bowl of hot soup that is useless. (To be continued.) )