The sudden change made several people nervous.

"Now that you're here, report to your desk, Regulators..."

There was a faint hint of banter in the voice of a sixty-year-old man when he was strong and dry bark.

I don't know if this is the style of the voice owner, or if it's just mocking a few people.

The ghost-faced fox took a deep breath, glanced at the other people, and said in a low voice, "Let's go." ”

Now that the spiritual realm has just begun, there are still too many unclear places, according to the mission objectives and background introduction, at least their current identities are still safe, no matter what, they have to go through the plot before thinking about anything else.

The four of them walked out of this cramped stone room one after another and came to the cloister.

The background of this spiritual realm seems to be a bit old, and the corridors are lit by dim oil lamps, just to the point where you can see the road.

At this time, a few people can see what the person who is speaking is like.

It's hard to describe what she looks like.

Not tall, more than one meter and six, with the face of a young human woman, but this face is embedded in a black bird's head, the fine feathers emit a deep obsidian-like luster, her body is hidden under a gray cloak dragged to the ground, the linen cloth is empty, you can see that she must have a slender body, two pairs of wings stand up and down behind her, and even on the dome of the cloister, which is estimated to be more than two meters.

"Gurgle... Scared? Regulators. The human-faced bird grinned in her distinctive voice.

The faces of several people were not very good-looking.

Except for Jiang Yu.

He was curious like a child: "Can I touch your wings?" ”

The strange laughter came to an abrupt end.

The faces of the heavy artillery and the willow knife changed.

The ghost-faced fox quietly tugged at the corner of Jiang Lu's clothes and signaled him not to mess around.

The voice of the human-faced bird was so sharp that it seemed to be pinched in its throat: "What a bold child... Call me the messenger, come with me, and collect your garments. ”

With that, she turned and walked into the darkness, not paying attention to the two long blood streaks on the dome of her wings.

Following her, Jiang Lu's eyes straightened: "This is a ruthless person." ”

The heavy artillery had a calm face, and he was apprehensive about what had just happened, and warned in a low voice: "You are the ruthless person, right?" This is an S-level spiritual realm, you give me a little serious! It doesn't matter if you die, don't kill us all here! ”

"Oh." Jiang Lu felt aggrieved, but he didn't say it, and chose to bear it silently.

The ghost-faced fox and the heavy artillery should have the same idea, but considering Jiang Lu's feelings, he didn't answer, but just patted him lightly on the shoulder to show comfort.

After an unknown number of turns and stairs, the group finally came to a double-opening wooden door that was more than three meters high.

"It's here—" The messenger pushed the door open.

With a rotten creak, a palatial hall appeared in front of several people.

Luxury, splendour, and resplendent in gold, in stark contrast to the road just traveled and the original stone chamber.

But the hall was empty, a pin drop could be heard, and the silence was eerily eeri.

The Courier said, "This is where the last group of Overseers lived, and now that they're gone, you can live here." ”

As she spoke, she pulled out a wooden box.

At this time, everyone noticed that she had no hands, and her walking feet were also a pair of bird's feet.

It's not so much about moving, it's better for her to clip it.

At the signal of the messenger, several people opened the box and took out four sets of black robes.

The moment they put the robes on their bodies, all the information about this prison flooded into their minds like a tidal wave.

Now, they finally know why they are called regulators.

Looking at the four people who were shocked to stay in place because they had received a large amount of information, the messenger nodded with satisfaction:

"Now that you have a complete map of the Black Tower, you can keep an eye on any corner of the lower floor of the Black Tower, where lost souls are held, if you wish."

"Where are we now—" Ghostface looked at the map in his mind and determined the location of the hall, "the middle of the Black Tower, the east side?" ”

"You're up to speed." The messenger complimented, but her tone, even when she said the words of praise, seemed to be yin and yang.

Jiang Lu studied the map and found that the entire Black Tower was divided into three areas, with the lower layer being the thickest and the upper layer being very slender.

Other than that, only the middle and lower layers of the map can be seen, and the upper layer is pitch black, as if covered in fog.

The heavy artillery cautiously probed: "The upper level is..."

"The upper floor, of course, is where the owner of the Black Tower lives." The Courier warned, "Do not attempt to observe the Upper Levels, even if the Overseers attempt to step into the Upper Levels, they will be cursed." ”

"What curse?" Jiang Lu asked.

"It doesn't matter what the curse is, the end will be worse than the prisoners here." The Messenger has said nothing more.

Ghostface Fox lifted his glasses: "I want to know, what is the work we need to do?" ”

"We serve the God of salvation."

The messenger's expression suddenly became serious:

"So, of course, our job is to help those souls who have sinned to be redeemed, to help them be redeemed and to be able to enter heaven, which is what you have to do."

"Salvation?" The ghost-faced fox frowned slightly: "To put it simply, let them realize their sins and repent, right?" ”

"That's right." The messenger nodded, paused, and said, "Each of you must have a redemptive performance every week, and if the time limit is reached and you do not complete the redemption, then you will also be regarded as sinful and thrown into the lower level of the Black Tower." ”

The faces of several people became solemn.

People who have been imprisoned for several years in the real world may not necessarily be rehabilitated after being released from prison, and here are extremely evil people, and they have to complete redemption once a week, is it a bit whimsical?

"Of course, the conditions are harsh, and I know it, not only I know, but the God of Salvation also knows it."

The Messenger's smile became a little wicked:

"Therefore, there is no limit to the way of your salvation, as the overseer, you have the same power as the gods in the lower levels of the Black Tower, whether it is to force transformation, to create illusions, you can implement all the ways you can think of, God of Redemption... All we want is your performance. ”

"Anything?" Jiang Lu confirmed again.

"Anything goes." The messenger replied in the affirmative.

The other three looked different and thoughtful.

"By the way, this is for you."

The messenger took out four bracelets and handed them to them.

The bracelet is engraved with four different numbers.

Jiang Lu is 87, Ghost Face Fox is 68, Heavy Artillery is 60, and Liu Dao is 63.

Ghostface looked at the numbers suspiciously, looked at the four rooms on either side of the hall, and asked puzzledly, "Is this... What is our room number? ”

"Nope." The messenger shook his head, "This is my opinion of you. ”