The smile on the poet's face at midnight had completely disappeared.

He looked at the bishops around him, looked at the extremely gloomy face of the Holy Sect of Ermelo in front of him, and then looked at Chen Ye, who was sitting in his place unharmed and unharmed......

The sound became as faint and small as that of a mosquito:

"I want to ...... All this ...... Could it all be a misunderstanding? ”

Chen Ye showed a meaningful smile and said:

"The way you hunt me down in your dream doesn't look like a misunderstanding, everyone here is a witness."

Midnight the poet chuckled in his heart, and through this passage he confirmed one thing—

I was completely put together by a fellow mind control player!

He didn't succeed in controlling the other party at all, but instead his consciousness fell into the other party's dream.

And also exposed his own abilities and the abilities of this bishop!

This ......

It's not going to be good!

The Holy Sect of Ermelo turned his head expressionlessly, looked at the red-clothed priest, and said in an indifferent tone:

"You, betrayed the Church of the Sun and called another Lord?"

The red-clothed priest stood in place like a dead corpse, not saying a word.

Suddenly, his body suddenly burst open, and several black shadow-like mist spread wildly towards all directions!

The nuns and deacons behind him were suddenly startled by the sudden change.

"Humph!"

Bishop Ermelo snorted coldly, and the staff of light in his hand slammed into the ground.

In the next second, the divine flames suddenly burned these black mist into nothingness.

Only a piece of wreckage remains.

"You just burned him, there is no complete body, there is no way to interrogate the details?"

Chen Ye looked a little regretful.

I couldn't personally hold a funeral ceremony for the red-clothed sacrifice, after all, I was a little regretful.

At this time, Chenxi beside him spoke: "It doesn't matter, the clergy members of the church, some of the spirits are bound to the inscription at the back of the church. ”

"After their death, the star spirits will be attributed to the inscription."

"The inscription of a member of the clergy who has committed a major mistake will be thrown into the furnace, and the details of the mistake will be 'washed' out through the soul."

"I see." Chen Ye nodded.

Indeed, refining this part of the memory by smelting the star spirit body is much more advanced than the [Voice of the Dead].

Ability to get more details.

Of course, the limitations are also obvious, and the clergy of the church must bind a part of the astral spirits to the inscription according to the requirements of the rules.

In this way, the soul after death can be attached to the inscription and completely wash out part of the memories before death.

It is a more advanced method, but the whole operation process is more complicated.

It needs to be prepared in advance, and it can only be said that it is useful for the internal clergy.

But if it's an external corpse after death, then it doesn't do much.

The midnight poet witnessed this scene around him from beginning to end, and he couldn't help but gasp, his feet were weak, and cold sweat couldn't stop breaking out on his forehead.

He grinned a smile that was uglier than crying, and said:

"I ...... I can tell you everything...... Whatever you want to ask! ”

"Once you have enough information, can you let me go?"

"You need to swear to the sun......"

The white cardinal stepped forward coldly and took out a bottle of white reagent from his pocket.

"Don't bother, just pry your mouth open, drink this thing, and you'll open your mouth no matter what you ask."

Midnight's poet's pupils were suddenly filled with fear, and he shook his head in horror:

"Nope! It's useless! That Lord has imprisoned me! ”

"If you force this, you won't get any information, only a cold corpse!"

"But if I am alive, I will do everything I can to imply that you have obtained the Lord's message within the limits of circumventing the rules of death......"

However, Chen Ye interrupted the midnight poet's eager words with a smile and comforted:

"You don't have to worry about it, I have the ability to make the dead speak, and if you die, what follows will be much more convenient."

"And you're not the first player I've handled!"

"So you can rest assured that I have a lot of experience in getting dead people to answer questions."

"I've always been very dedicated and promise to use the most beautiful music to give you a funeral."

The poet finally realizes that he has provoked an existence that he cannot be provoked!

That's the devil!

A real demon!

He couldn't wait to swallow a thousand regret pills on the spot, regretting why he didn't have eyes to provoke such a terrifying evil star?

In the next second, the white cardinal mercilessly pried open the Midnight Poet's mouth and poured the truth elixir into it.

The poet's pupils turned gray from despair.

He hung his head, half-dead, his body still twitching instinctively.

Five minutes later......

The "fragments" of the poet who had become pieces of flesh and blood and had filthy all over the church began to reunite.

Slowly composing the complete poet again.

It's just that......

On the other party's body, there were obviously several more traces of stitching.

Chen Ye put down the suona in his hand, and his face showed an intoxicated and satisfied look.

Giving a funeral to a player with your own hands, the feeling and experience are completely different.

It seems that through artistic music, it is possible to communicate the dissipation of "self-consciousness" and the imminent fragment of the soul that is about to pass away.

From it, you can feel the complex feelings of the dying person, as if you have gone through the other person's life.

By absorbing this "emotion", it is a kind of baptism for one's own soul, which becomes more transparent, and the spiritual power is strengthened from it.

The scarlet phone also popped up a prompt -

[You held a funeral concert for the player 'Song Poem'!] 】

[Strange value +1000!] 】

…………

After the performance, the surrounding audience suddenly came to their senses and obediently handed over the performance fee.

However, this time, Chenxi and Bai Chen learned smartly, and prepared special earplugs to block the sound of playing.

"You have ...... What...... Problem ......"

The midnight poet tilted his head and said in a long, human-like voice.

At this time, Chen Ye saw a gray mist suspended above the poet's head.

No surprises......

This is supposed to be the 'notary' from the spiritual realm.

It will help Chen Ye complete this questioning that crosses two worlds, as the cost of holding a funeral performance.

"Demons! This is simply a demonic trick! ”

Next to the church, a monk saw this scene, and his eyes fell on Chen Ye's body, full of fear.

Putting the cracked corpses back together and answering questions......

Is this a messenger sent by Satan?

"Thank you for the compliment." Chen Ye smiled slightly.

Such "praise" is an honor for the true [Demon].

Followed by.

Chen Ye's gaze fell on the dead body of the midnight poet, and he pondered for a moment, and then asked the first question:

"Do you know Northrend and have any dealings with each other?"

It's the same sentence, with two questions.

The corners of the midnight poet's mouth twitched, and he slowly spoke:

"Northrend...... Clown...... Idiot! ”

He ...... Failed ...... Host! ”

"Waste...... Die...... Deserve. ”

You're pretty much the same...... Chen Ye became a midnight poet who also ended up, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The answer is already obvious.

The Midnight Poet and Northrend not only knew each other, but were allies.

Serve one "Lord" together!

But the true identity of this "Lord", I don't know who it really is?

Chen Ye raised the second question:

"In what ways do you and Northrend serve together, who is that Lord?"

The question of this complex structure made the midnight poet visibly stunned for a moment.

More precisely......

The gray mist mass above couldn't help but spin around a few times, as if thinking about the question of this structure, how should it be expressed?

After a few moments, the poet at midnight replied:

"Lord...... Honorable Name...... Unworthy! ”

"Serve...... Mediator...... Feng. Lucius ......"

"Release...... Task...... Reward! ”

After answering this question, Midnight Poet's body suddenly twitched violently a few times, as if it was about to burst at any moment.

A foul smell permeated the air.

The surrounding clergy covered their noses and looked disgusted, feeling that this thing existed here, and it was all defiling the church!

Suddenly, they suddenly realized something, and their faces gradually replaced with a look of shock.

Feng. Lucius!

That bishop actually collaborated with this poet?

And, inferring from this, it seems that it is still an intermediary?

Chen Ye's brows furrowed slightly, and he secretly judged in his heart:

"Wait, the Midnight Poet uses an intermediary ...... when he mentions Lucius."

"It should be an identity introduction."

"In other words, the Lord they serve is not Lucius."

"Lucius is just the middleman?"

If you think about it, it must have to do with the authority of the gods.

But in this way, wouldn't he be able to directly sit on an equal footing with the Lord of the Sun?

Lucius was no more than a former bishop.

From this, it can be inferred that he most likely received some kind of gift of power from another "Lord".

Maybe......

It's also about the secret of resurrection from the dead!

But does this "Lord" have anything to do with some god in the city?

If it comes to such a level, it will be terrifying!

You must know that mastering the complete "Divine Authority" can almost directly lead to the ending of the "Strange Era" week.

If such a level of existence is involved, it definitely involves a deeper secret!

Chen Ye looked at Lucius and slowly asked the last question:

"Who are your allies, especially the players, who are the allies you work with?"

He focused on the players.

Because the player has the ID.

If it is an aborigine, it may be said directly, not knowing the specific name and identity.

However, the player can be identified by the Scarlet Phone's network.

The midnight poet paused for a moment, and replied with difficulty:

"Alliance...... Name...... I don't know ......."

"Codename ......"

"Joker!"

Bang!

When the last word was spoken, the poet's corpse finally burst open like fireworks.

However, the blood mist spread in mid-air, gradually forming a portrait of a clown.

(End of chapter)