When Anderson awoke, he found himself being held in mid-air by a man in a black robe.

"The lackeys of the temple!" Tania sensed the familiar aura on Anderson and said, "It's still from the Harvest Temple, are you looking for death?"

"Filthy Blood, let me go!" Anderson roared as he looked into the ruby eyes of the man in front of him, Tania snorted coldly, and slammed Anderson to the ground with a wave of his hand.

Anderson was bruised to a broken bone, blood streaming down the corners of his mouth, and then Tania stomped on Anderson's chest to prevent him from getting up. Anderson only felt as if he had weighed down a whole mountain.

"Idiot, what the hell is going on here?" said Tania as she crushed Anderson's body.

"What's the matter?" Anderson coughed, "I dealt with your men, do I need to explain such a simple matter to you?"

"You? ”

"But you're from the temple, and if you really use divine magic, I won't be able to find out. Tania sneered and said, "Say, who did it, if you are willing to say it, I can give you a more comfortable way to die!"

"That's what I did, to deal with you lowly bloods, I don't need to use the magic of the temple. Anderson said, Tania stomping on his chest and making his breath difficult, but he still glared at the woman on his body.

"Lowly?" Tania suddenly sneered, as if she had heard something interesting: "The lackeys of the new gods who have been hunted down to the edge of the sky by wizards are still qualified to say that we are low? Even your gods are just a group of juniors in front of our eyes." ”

"Humph!" Anderson snorted, as if he didn't believe what the man who stepped on him said.

"Since you like to be hard-mouthed, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Tania said with a fierce look in her eyes, only to see her nails turn into black mist rising from her hands, and Tania stretched out her hand to Anderson's head.

"Zi~"

The sound sounded like boiling water melting snow, and in the depths of Anderson's soul, a milky white holy light appeared, forcibly melting the black mist in Tania's hands.

"Damn, the power of that beast of the Holy Light, obviously the belief in a good harvest, why does it have the power of the Holy Light on his body? Is it so difficult that it is the conspiracy of the Holy Light? He has already done this kind of thing to us, and he still refuses to let us go?" Tania said angrily: "Don't get too carried away with the Holy Light, even if you are what, aren't you the same as that guy who was chased into the kingdom of God and didn't dare to show your head?"

After saying that, Tania continued to reach out to Anderson's soul, but it was still resisted by the white light, and Anderson's nose and eyes had begun to bleed at this time. Tania glanced at the blood on Anderson's body rather fearfully, then withdrew her hand and threw Anderson to the ground.

Tania searched the hall for a moment, and as she searched, the expression on her face became more and more solemn. Although the traces are already very faint, I still feel it, the strong smell of blood.

The soul wails were not yet heard out throughout the hall, the screams of despair that could only come from the tormented death. And the strange ashes in the field can't tell what it is, some of them have a faint smell of blood, and the other part has never been seen.

But what is certain is that no matter who that part of the ashes belongs to, it is an extremely evil and terrifying existence, and she even feels the world's rejection of that puddle of ashes, that guy is the real murderer who killed everyone in the entire banquet, and he will definitely not go wrong.

The stupid priest of that temple was being taken advantage of, but he must have known who had done all this.

Tania looked at Anderson, who was unconscious on the ground, and snorted coldly. It just so happened that a fool from the temple had a lot to ask him, such as why he was obviously a believer in the goddess of harvest, but he had the divine power of the god of light.

At this moment, Tania suddenly raised her head, looked at the hole in the air and frowned.

Tania flew into the air, and sure enough, there was a thin blood stain in the crack of the broken ceiling, Tania gently reached out to touch the bloodshot in front of her, but when her hand was about to touch the bloodshot, the bloodshot suddenly burst out, and a small tentacle bit her finger.

Tania retreated, exposing her tentacles to sunlight, then let out a miserable scream and burned to the ground.

Tania watched as the tentacles turned to ashes and slowly fell to the ground.

"This is a creature created specifically to hunt the Bloodline, and it has a natural desire to kill for the Bloodline. Tanya was shocked and said, "Has the Holy Light reached this level, can it create such a powerful creature?"

"It's hard that he has become the main god of light, impossible, the master didn't complete the great work back then, how can a guy like the Holy Light do it?" Tania shook his head and said, then glanced at Anderson on the ground with a complicated expression.

Anderson woke up slowly, his head aching as if he had been hammered with a bell, accompanied by intense dizziness and nausea.

"I ask you, who did all this?" asked Tania, standing in mid-air as she looked at Anderson.

"Myself, of course, I've said it many times. Anderson said, his eyes full of hatred.

"You?" Tania glanced at Anderson and said, "So do you remember what you did?"

"No, no, no, I'm not asking you about the steps, I'm talking about the details. Tania interrupted Anderson, who was about to say something, and said, "How many details do you remember?"

"How did the blood splatter, how did you break the ceiling, are you sure the destruction matches your memory?" Tania said, "Are you really sure you did it?"

"The feeling of being drowned in blood, surrounded by the bodies of the dead, the souls of the dead crying, cursing. And your soul stands aside and watches your body go on a killing spree, but it can't interfere in the slightest. This is what the Shura Field feels like, do you really have it?" Tania said into Anderson's ear, "Recall your story carefully, remember carefully, and see what happened." ”

"What is hidden by your subjective cognition, what is the truth, think clearly and answer. Tania said, with a hint of seductiveness in her words, a hypnotic technique that complements the use of mental power.

Anderson, on the other hand, seemed to have lost his soul, and said softly, "At first, I went to the Chamber of Commerce, and they told me that they were going to come here to deliver something, and I could hide it in their box. ”

Then I came out and killed everyone. Anderson said.

"Are you sure? What did you hear in the box? What did you see through the cracks in the box, where was the box, what did the first person you kill look like?"

"There is a shortcoming in the delicate memory control, that is, people's subjective emotions, hypnosis can shape memories, but you can't shape emotions. Emotions during hypnosis cannot be added. Tania looked at Anderson and said, "You've been hypnotized, Anderson, who is it?"

"Ahh

Tania frowned and thought: Since he was brought in by the Chamber of Commerce, then it must be related to that Chamber of Commerce, take him back, and then go and see what is going on with that Chamber of Commerce.