"I don't want to leave, Lord Wren, although I am only an unsuccessful saint, my courage in the face of evil is no weaker than that of a demon hunter like you."

Brandon stood still, and pretended to push the closed doors of the church, "Well—these doors are closed tightly, so that no one will run in later—it would be bad if Catherine was accidentally let go." ”

This product, the psychological quality is quite good.

Wren glanced at him with disdain, "Do you have anything to say to me now, Brandon?" ”

"Ahh This is a strange thing that has never been heard of before! ”

Brandon turned to face Wren with an extremely excited expression, "Then again, what are you waiting for!?" The Banshee has appeared, finish her with magic, just as you promised! Or are you counting on me, who can't perform any holy arts, to kill her? ”

"I may or may not do that, anyway, until I figure it out."

Wren pointed to Catherine, who was waiting for death with her eyes closed, and said to Brandon, "If it's true that Catherine was killed by that perverted lover named Eugene and buried in the mountains, as your story tells, then why did she appear in this church when she was at her weakest, against her nature?" I don't need to remind her anymore, it means that her body is here, quietly decomposing in the dirt beneath this church. ”

"My lord, I can't answer your question! My job is to deal with good people, and I'm not good at speculating on the ways of the wicked! ”

Brandon said exasperatedly.

"Oh, that's my area of expertise – of course, I don't have a lot of experience, but it's obvious at the moment."

Wren sneered and turned his head to look at the banshee, "Catherine, open your eyes and take a closer look at the man standing in front of the door, remember what happened to you the night you died, what exactly did he and Eugene do to you?" ”

"In the name of Tinos, I can't believe that such a heinous accusation came from a witcher!"

Brandon shouted as if he had been stung by a scorpion, "You! Do you say I'm Eugene's accomplice? What are you kidding, I have been a staunch believer in the light since I was a child, and every word I know has been learned from the "Divine Codex", and even if I die, I will not do anything wrong! Besides—besides, I have no reason to help Eugene commit a crime, considering that during Catherine's time in captivity, it was me who ran around, and I was the one who advised everyone to work together to get her home! ”

"You seem to be overly excited, Brandon."

Wren frowned and said, "I don't think you're an accomplice to the murder, but the current situation just points to this point - so be quiet, and give the poor woman over there a little time to remember, maybe she can help you prove your innocence." ”

"Innocent, ha, of course I'm innocent."

Brandon took a step back with a miserable laugh while quietly grasping the handle of the church door with one hand behind his back.

"The night I died? I don't quite remember, but someone seems to have given me a little bit of a blow to the back of my head—"

Catherine's expression was sometimes confused, sometimes hideous, "Then again, magician, what does this have to do with you?" I don't remember, and I don't want to remember those things now, I just know that I'm happy here, and the more I eat, the more energy I have, and I can play those living people like rats! But not now, thanks to you, my body is getting more and more empty, and those indescribable energies are leaving me, and it feels bad, like- it's like-"

"As weak as you were when you first died, or like you were when you were 'born,' right?"

Wren kindly reminded.

"yes, that's it,"

Catherine muttered in anguish, "Alas! I'm really hungry, but you're probably not going to allow me to go find something to eat, will you, magician. ”

With that, she glanced at Wren expectantly.

"Look, look! Lord Wren! This soul has gone mad! ”

Brandon frowned, and slightly let go of the hand holding the doorknob, "She is full of thoughts and can only devour, not to mention that she has forgotten those things, and even if she does, she can't believe half a word!" To be honest, she wasn't very normal when she was alive, she was already a greedy and stupid woman at that time, and she would rather give up a good man who loved her so much than go back to sell herself to make dirty money! It's sad! ”

I had forgotten that this was a lost necromancer, Wren thought to himself with some depression, hatred and truth were no longer important to Catherine now, she had completely indulged in the dark and could not extricate herself, and in this case, it was obviously impossible to expect to hear what had happened directly from her mouth.

Just kill her, forget it-

Or, a gamble?

Frankly speaking, Wren didn't care too much about the truth of Catherine's death, no matter how pitiful it was, Catherine, who had become a banshee, only had one ending in the end, and it was best to be able to do complicated things simply. But now everything hinted at the possibility that he had been shot—and he was so upset at the thought that he was fighting to the death while the perpetrator gloated.

Wren made up his mind, and he said the words as he raised his right hand and aimed his ring finger at Catherine's transparent body.

"Oh well, looks like I'm going to die again. There's really no way to come back this time, right? ”

Catherine smiled miserably, and a tear like smoke slipped from the corner of her eye, and before she could hit the ground, it dispersed with the wind, "I always feel that there are some things that should not be forgotten, but my stomach is really hungry, alas, there is really no way to think about it." ”

"Yes! Yes! Destroy her, Lord Wren! ”

Brandon on the other side was very excited, although he didn't know what spell Wren was going to cast, but generally speaking, the longer the spell, the stronger the spell, he had been chanting the spell for more than ten seconds now, what kind of magic needed such an obscure and complex spell to take effect? Is it a forbidden spell? What if it gets to the church - ah, that's great, yes, just turn the church into ruins!

Brandon was ready to flee for his life, but the expected loud bang did not happen, and after another two seconds, he noticed an unusually clear breeze bursting from Wren's ring fingertips and then sweeping over Catherine.

"W-What is this doing? Is it a dispersal? ”

Brandon was stunned, a little unsure of what to do. Of course, he didn't know that Wren was not casting an offensive spell, but a kind of mental magic called 'emotional synchronization', so even though the principle of this spell was not complicated and it could not be read by mind, it still required a long preparation process before it could take effect - after all, the three types of magic of mind, space, and prophecy were the three most difficult peaks to climb in the eyes of all spell controllers.

At this time, all the scenes in Wren's field of vision seemed to be covered with a film, except for Catherine's illusory figure still alive and vivid, and the witcher and banshee stared at each other's eyes, but the former was dominant, and the latter was forced.

'Thirst', that was the first emotion Wren sensed in Catherine's mind, and he understood that it was the banshee's hunger, and she was always eager to fill her stomach with the fear and despair of the living.

The second is 'sadness', which is supposed to arise because it is about to be extinguished.

Then there's 'panic', and in the same way, it's the banshee's fear of 'total extinction'......

At this moment, Wren's scalp suddenly throbbed, and he knew that it was time to end this 'synchronization', if he continued to do so, I was afraid that this spell would drain his last trace of spiritual power, and at that time, not only would he not be able to destroy Catherine, but he might even be killed by the other party. In the end, it is mental magic, and it is still too risky to try it rashly in this situation.

Let's end it -

No, I found it!

Finally found it!

Very faint emotions, like a candle flame that will be extinguished at any moment, that flame called 'hatred'!

Hatred, yes, you should hate, how can you forget the hatred that arises from being humiliated, imprisoned, and taken from your life!

Just as when people hear an unforgettable song, they always have a matching scene in their minds, and if they can unravel the deepest hatred in Catherine's heart, maybe she can remember how she died.

Suddenly, Wren realized that something seemed to be slightly wrong.

All emotions disappeared, and the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted and deformed, and then returned to normal. Wren looked around, it was still a dark night, it was still the familiar church—and Catherine and Brandon were gone.

Hell, Mr. Polly didn't say this would happen when he taught me this spell?!

Wren's heart had already risen to his throat, and the subsequent slamming of the door almost made his heart jump out of his mouth.

"My lord, now is not the time to pray, who is outside the door?"

Wren saw that unlike the yellow-skinned Brandon he knew, a slightly fat, white and clean Brandon came from behind in a coarse linen pajamas, he ignored Wren, yawned and came to the door, "If you want to confess, please come back tomorrow morning, I'm very sleepy now, maybe I can't give you a good lecture." ”

"Is it Mr. Pastor, Pastor Brandon?"

A woman's voice came from outside the door, "Please, open the door and let me in, I—I was almost killed!" ”

"Killed?! Our Lord is above......"

Brandon suddenly sobered up, and at the same time he heard the voice of someone outside the door, and even though he was in a hurry, it was still ten times more beautiful than that of the village woman.

As soon as he lifted the door valve, two dilapidated wooden doors were smashed open, and a mud-covered Catherine rushed in and plunged headlong into the arms of a bewildered Brandon.

"Don't panic, don't panic, tell me what's going on first, okay?"

Brandon smelled a strong earthy smell on her, "What's wrong with you?" Who is going to kill you? ”

"Shut the door, close the door, don't let him find me!"

Catherine turned her head to look at the night outside the church, then buried her head deep in Brandon's arms.

"Well, you see, it's closed, and this is a church after all, so no one will mess around."

Brandon gently pushed Catherine away, then closed the door, "Why don't you have a cup of tea, I still have water sitting on the stove - it may be a little cold now, but at least it will give you a spook." ”

Catherine remained silent for a moment, her face full of horror. Brandon was about to go back to the bedroom to make tea when her sleeve was suddenly grabbed by her.

"Don't let myself be here, don't! I—I'll go with you! ”

"How's that going to work? I'm a clergyman, and you're—oh, you're the kind of profession you and I both know, and my lord won't forgive me for taking you into your bedroom. ”

"Then if I don't go, you don't go either, okay? Please help me, Pastor Brandon, I can't find anyone to trust but you! ”

"Okay,"

Brandon patted the bench gently, "Sit down and talk, don't be afraid, it's safe here." What's going on? How did you get to where you are? ”

"It's Eugene."

Catherine didn't sit down, she walked back and forth a few steps, and said the name with difficulty, and then her words became much more fluent, "Eugene had a drink tonight, and he said something nasty to me, hoping that I would take off my clothes and serve him—it can't be, there is nothing in the world that makes me sick more than Eugene's face, and to be honest, I'd rather not have money to sleep with a black potter with willow disease than have Eugene touch half a finger on my finger." ”

Brandon, a priest, apparently unable to understand a prostitute's thoughts, coughed awkwardly and motioned for Catherine to continue.

"So I resisted as before, and even though it was useless, I still resisted, and I knew that in the end he would still be able to break my legs, or he would be able to shoehorn that ridiculous little worm in—but I was wrong, Eugene didn't continue to use force this time, he just beat me hard with the strength of his wine, and finally, finally hit me on the head with a top stick."

The two of them talked and listened, and neither of them noticed Wren's presence during this time, so he understood that magic had changed in a certain moment, because of certain variables, outside of its normal effect, which caused him to not only perceive Catherine's hatred, but also directly see the memory associated with it.

'Emotional synchrony' is a spell used on the living, whose soul is imprisoned in the body. Wren didn't know if any other spell controller had tried to apply this spell directly to the necromancy before, or if there had been a situation like his current one—I guess not, otherwise with Mr. Poli's rigor, he would have repeatedly warned himself "never to do it".

But I've done that, Wren thought to tears, praying that there would be no other unexpected situation that could not be understood by the half-manipulator.

"I didn't expect Eugene to be such a vicious person, although his previous practice of locking you up at home was disgraceful enough, but I still have a little naïve fantasy, and I imagine that maybe it's because he loves you too much."

Brandon sighed and asked with some uneasiness, "So how did you escape?" Did Eugene chase him? ”

"Run? I don't have a chance to escape, I can't beat a drunken bastard! ”

Catherine let out a terrible dry laugh, "I thought I was going to die, maybe I was dead for a little while—anyway, when I came to consciousness again, I found myself lying in a dirt pit, and Eugene was holding a shovel, crying and pouring dirt on me, muttering things like 'I'm sorry, I didn't want to kill you, I'm sorry.'" I swore that the round thing around my neck had never been so bright, and I held back my fear and did not make a sound, and allowed Eugene to bury me in the pit, after which he hurried away. Fortunately, he didn't bury it deep enough, so I could crawl out before I suffocated to death, and I could pick up a life! ”

"My lord, this is really—really—just hearing about this process is terrifying!"

Brandon's face was full of shock, and it took a long time before he said sluggishly, "Poor man, how do you want me to help you now?" ”

"Let me rest with you, and then help me find a carriage—or a donkey cart—to take me back to the Green City, okay?"

Catherine stared at Brandon with tears in her eyes, "There's no way a woman like me can walk home on her legs, Mr. Reverend, it's too far, and I have a terrible pain in my body, and that bastard beats people hard!" Can you help me, although I don't have any money right now, I can repay you in a better way! ”

"A better, better way?"

Catherine bit her lip and stepped forward and spread her legs slightly apart, which startled Brandon, "No, no, no, I don't want your return, Catherine, every clergyman will do their best to provide the necessary relief to the victims, so you don't have to." It's okay to let you rest here, although you can't get into the bedroom, but you can sleep in the storeroom first, and as for the car, I'm sure if I ask to borrow it, then I can always borrow it. ”

"Thank you so much, thank you so much, Mr. Pastor, you are such a wonderful person!"

"You're welcome, I think this is a good lesson for you and Eugene, isn't it?"

"Lessons? What lessons? ”

"And God said, Whoever doeth the covetous thing shall be far from the light."

Brandon said solemnly, "You came here for money, Eugene imprisoned you because of his so-called love, and all this is unjustified greed. I hope you'll come home and repent often, Catherine, you'd better find another job, what you're doing now—well, it's better to change jobs anyway. As for Eugene, he thought he had killed you by mistake, and now he must be both terrified and miserable, so let him stay that way, for his actions this punishment is appropriate, and when I am sure that he is remorseful, I will find an opportunity to tell him the truth. ”

"This punishment? That's the only punishment for that guy?! You must be kidding! ”

Catherine said angrily, "I'm not going to stop like this, wait and see, I'm going to make Eugene pay!" And the shitty hillbillies in the village, who let Eugene leash me like a dog at home, ha, they don't want to be happy! ”

"Calm down, it's a blessing to be able to go home, but what else can you do?"

Brandon shook his head pathetically.

"Oh, lovely Mr. Priest, you can't imagine what I can do!"

Catherine said excitedly: "The old lady has accompanied countless men, is it only coins that can be earned?" Of course not, I've also gained something else, the shady city's shady things, insider tricks, frame-ups, officials and mistresses, merchants and judges—haha, I know a lot, I'll ask for all help, do everything I can to make this broken village unlucky, it's an illegal imprisonment, it's a felony! I'm going to make the most of it, and it's not impossible to send them all to jail, haha! ”

"My lord is above, don't be impulsive!"

Brandon panicked and persuaded, "What's in it for you?" You're out, Catherine, and it's been a tortuous process, but at least no one can continue to embarrass you for now, and I've promised to borrow a car to take you home—there's no need to make any more noise, right? ”

"Strange, what are you worried about?"

Catherine looked at him puzzled, "You are a good man, Mr. Reverend, and I have not forgotten that you are the only one in the whole village who has spoken for me, and this matter will not implicate you." ”

"How could it not—oh, Tinos, appease this woman's resentment."

Brandon's tone gradually became irritable, "Maybe you don't know, I used to be the senior priest of Dongyang City, where both dignitaries and dignitaries respected me. But now? Because of a small mistake in my work, I was forced to choose Quanshi Village to preach, and my lord, even if I don't mention the harsh circumstances, just to say that the villagers, half of whom are illiterate, and the other half can at most write their own names, it is a great achievement that I can now have them memorize a few Sacred Texts, and perhaps the results of my work will soon be seen from above—Catherine, do you understand? ”

"I don't understand, I'm completely confused by you."

Catherine said confusedly.

"Okay, okay, I'll keep it simple."

Brandon sighed deeply, "I've been preaching in this poor village for years, and I'm not complaining about it or anything—after all, the scenery here is not bad, but I do hope to get back to my job as soon as possible, and if I'm not mistaken, this matter is already in sight." If there is a big scandal in my diocese at this time, then the senior leaders will definitely give me a red badge of 'dereliction of duty' during the evaluation, just like they did before! In this way, I will never be able to return to the glorious Chengyang Church in Dongyang City! ”

"Oh, I see, I get it now."

Catherine was silent for a while and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pastor, you are a good man, but it is impossible for me to expose my sins in such a plain way. ”

"What the hell do you want?!"

Brandon asked with a frown, and Catherine turned her gaze away for a long time, so he pleaded again, "Just let this matter pass, do you want money?" I'll give it to you, you can take all my savings with you, and I don't need you to provide me with any services, as long as this matter can be revealed, okay? ”

"It's-"

Catherine hesitated, but not for long.

"I'm sorry,"

She apologized again, "That's right, I've been doing things with money all my life, as long as I have enough money, I can play whatever tricks I want." But this time is different, you have not experienced the fear of being imprisoned, beaten, or even buried alive, Mr. Pastor, you will not understand my feelings at this time, this time I am determined to live for myself. ”

"Oh, that's enough, you idiot!"

Brandon felt like he was about to collapse, "Isn't it okay to give you money?" Aren't you willing to fall into bed with a man just for money?! ”

"yes, but at least that little hole grows between my legs, and I think I'm at least qualified to decide who can go in and who can't."

The prostitute deliberately accentuated the word 'my', and there was an inexplicable dignity in her voice, which undoubtedly irritated Brandon's nerves even more.

"Good! Then get out of here! This is the church I'm in charge of, and I'm equally qualified to decide who can come in and who can't! ”

Brandon said hysterically, "Cheap women, walk back to the Green City on your legs, I hope you haven't forgotten that their original function is to walk!" ”

"I will."

Catherine glanced at him with contempt, wrapped her mud-covered robe, and walked to the church door.

Her last look was like a sharp knife, easily severing Brandon's shaky sanity.

'Bang'!

Catherine heard a muffled sound burst from the back of her head, followed by a sharp pain.

She turned her head and looked at Brandon in disbelief as he raised the top stick in his hand again.

"Well, Eugene is using this thing against you! Don't worry, my strength is much greater than his, and you won't have a chance to open your eyes again this time! ”