"Well, it seems that you are not going to let me go. I can grant your 'rude' request, but I want to say in advance that a group of people like this, who have apparently died unexpectedly, is probably not a very good person to deal with. ”

Father Ann eventually relented, and it was no wonder that he had no other choice.

"There's no need to worry too much. I'm not ignorant of spirits, and I've seen resentful beings more than once. Honestly, but that's it. ”

Wan Jiatang glanced at his father disapprovingly and said.

"Since you've said so, I'll just get started."

Father Ann nodded knowingly, and did not make any more excuses.

"Are you worried that they are resentful, Father?"

After seeing that the priest finally relented, Yu Siqi asked tentatively. He wasn't sure if it was a good time to talk to Father Ann at this time, but judging from the other party's reaction, it should be okay.

"The death is so miserable, most of them just want to let go, and it's hard."

Father Ann took the large book he had with him from his bosom, flipped it to the back pages, and buried his head in search of something. Out of curiosity, Yu Siqi couldn't help but look up, and found that on the yellowed pages, not only did they draw many terrifying diagrams, but also annotated words in different handwritings.

One of the things that caught Yu Siqi's attention the most was that someone actually wrote a poem on the illustration where the head was cut in half and smoke-shaped smoke floated out of the middle incision.

Because it was written in Lameni language, Yu Siqi subconsciously read it

"Love is so cruel,

Love is so blind,

Love is so striking,

Love is so lonely.

What I have longed for,

When will it appear?

What I look forward to,

When will it be possible?

What I desire,

In the end, can it be reproduced? ”

"Sounds like a 'love poem.'"

Wan Jiatang on the side gave his own evaluation.

"Thirty-seven poems by Dess. As the most notorious figure in the church, Desi's talent was completely overshadowed by his ridiculous behavior.

For example, during his tenure as librarian, he wrote 37 different poems in each of the 37 most valuable books.

The one he had just read was one of them.

But I'll keep these inconsequential things and share them with you later. Ah, Liang Qiu's method of returning to the soul has been found. ”

Father Ann flipped a few more pages forward, then tapped his fingers on it a few times before closing the book.

His hand speed was so fast that it could only make Yu Siqi vaguely write down a single word or two.

'Rejuvenating vigilance'

These words alone obviously couldn't give Yu Siqi enough information, but while he was still puzzled, Father An made a request to everyone: "Wait, no matter what you see, I hope you can stay calm, okay?" ”

"It's easy to do."

After Wan Jiatang said lightly, he got two chairs and motioned for Yu Siqi to sit down.

Just as Yu Siqi's ass sat down on a chair made of ice crystals, Father An intervened.

He once again descended from the sky and summoned the scepter, which had appeared several times, held it in his hand, and then walked over to the frozen 'worm' and struck the thick ice hard.

However, what Yu Siqi didn't expect was that no matter how hard he tried, those ice surfaces were not moving at all, and they were unusually strong.

"Do you need me to make a special opening for you?"

Wan Jiatang looked at Father An, who had been busy there, with a hint of banter on his face.

"I don't think I need it yet!"

Father An, who had gathered his strength, grabbed his weapon with both hands and smashed it downwards with the posture of Tarzan pressing the top.

Finally, thanks to the priest's efforts, he finally managed to make a big gap in the ice.

Then the priest was seen plunging his scepter into the gap.

As the scepter deepened a little bit, this 'big bug', which was already lifeless, actually twisted its body again.

Although the amplitude of the movement was not too obvious, it caused cracks to appear in the entire interior of the large ice cube to varying degrees.

"The vitality is quite tenacious."

Seeing this, Wan Jiatang unhurriedly touched the umbrella bone in her hand, and the cracks that had finally appeared in the ice cubes before gradually disappeared with her small action.

At the same time, there was a new development on Father An's side.

With bursts of melodious chanting, a huge amount of light radiated from the tip of the scepter, which directly lit up the inside of the ice cube.

Under this light, some of the spirit-like beings in the 'insect body' squeezed out of the gap one by one along the scepter.

They were not the same as the Williams Yu Siqi had seen, most of them did not have a full torso, nor did they have a decent appearance. Occasionally, a few individuals with a slight human form float out, but because of their disfigurement, it is impossible to distinguish whether they are male or female.

The spirits, still associated with the 'insect body', eventually converged into another sarcoma-like creature that floated aimlessly above the ice.

'Nausea' is the first impression it can bring to Yu Siqi, and it is also the cause of Yu Siqi's vague physical discomfort. He never imagined that after these people were subjected to such inhuman treatment, even if they became spirits, they would not be able to become human again.

"The Decree—Speech."

Father Ann glanced at the 'sarcoma' above his head with pity, and reluctantly recited the incantation.

As the spell began to take effect, the aimless 'sarcoma' spirit above suddenly changed from a silent state to a noisy and disorderly state.

Cries, cries, curses, and many other sounds that are not even human language are mixed together to form a strange sound that resembles a 'music from hell'.

In the face of such a 'ghost crying wolf howl', Yu Siqi, who had already blocked his two ears, was still a little disturbed by this thing.

"Quiet!"

Father Ann's throat roared in a voice that was distinctly not his own, a loud and heavy warning that forcibly stopped the noisy ghost thing above.

After making sure that it would not be as noisy as before, Yu Siqi let go of the fingers that were blocking his ears. At this time, he happened to hear a relatively normal voice from above, "The Third Armored Division, the First Mechanized Infantry Brigade, the Second Sergeant Major of the Infantry Battalion Wei Chengwu." Who are you and why can you influence me? ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I might be able to give you relief."

When Father An heard that the other party was a soldier, he subconsciously owed a debt, and then raised his head and said.

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