Chapter 1495 Ghost Hand

Bernlang was silent for a moment and shook his head: "You don't need to know so much. It's getting late. I'll go over to perform the funeral ceremony later. You should go back and recite the divine scriptures."

After saying this, Berlanlang was ready to stand up and leave.

Alex said: "I want to know the truth."

"There is no truth." Berlanlang turned his back and did not look directly at Alex.

"Since there is no truth, why did you stop those people from leaving Gust Town in the morning and use the wolves as an excuse? Is it because you are afraid that they will find out the truth?" Alex finally said out his doubts.

Bernlang froze, his limbs trembling slightly, and he turned around after a while: "You know?"

Alex nodded calmly.

Bernlang's expression changed instantly: "Tell me, did you hide Mrs. Connie?"

Alex remained silent, but in Berlanlang's eyes, Alex's performance had already explained everything.

Angel, who was hiding on the side, noticed an interesting detail. After confirming that Mrs. Connie's hiding was related to Alex, Berlanlang's chest began to rise and fall, and he gasped rapidly. Disappointment and despair flashed in his eyes, and there was also a trace of undetectable regret.

A few minutes later, Berlanlang finally calmed down the stuffiness in his chest. He pointed at Alex and said hoarsely: "You have caused a big disaster! Now, go and release Mrs. Connie immediately! Otherwise, everything is over!"

Alex did not move, but just looked at Berlanlang quietly with a cold expression: "I'm waiting for the priest's explanation."

Berlanlang was trembling with anger at Alex's attitude: "Didn't you find out? What happened to Gust Town after Mrs. Connie was hidden?"

"Martin is dead, Anthony is dead... Now, even the viscount's relatives are dead! Do you want to see more people die? Do you want Gust Town to become a ghost den?!" Father Berlanlang cursed angrily.

"Does this have anything to do with Mrs. Connie? Just because Mrs. Connie has come into contact with the truth?" Alex remained unmoved.

"I've always thought, Alex, that you are a smart person who keeps to yourself." There was a flash of disappointment in Berlanlang's eyes: "Why do you insist on caring about these things that have nothing to do with you? This is not your character."

"I really didn't want to care, but there were some opportunities that made me curious about this world, so I suddenly wanted to know the truth." Alex said it calmly, just like choosing to walk left or right when going out for a walk, which did not cause any waves for him.

"Curious about this world? What do you know?" Berlanlang suddenly calmed down, and his voice gradually changed from high to low.

"I don't know much, but I guess that Gust Town is a confined area, or... a cage?" Alex looked at Berlanlang closely. He was sure that when he said the word "cage", Berlanlang's eyes moved.

Berlan Lang: "It seems that you know a lot. Obviously, you didn't touch the wall of time and space?"

"The wall of time and space? Do you mean the barrier of this cage?"

Berlan Lang did not answer, but asked: "How did you know, or have you recovered your memory?"

Alex remained silent.

Berlan Lang's eyes flashed with understanding: "You didn't recover your memory. I think you guessed it through other methods. It's really worthy of..."

Berlan Lang's voice suddenly paused, and he didn't say the last word.

"What is worthy of?" Alex asked. From the conversation with Berlan Lang, Berlan Lang knew a lot, even knowing what happened before he lost his memory?

At this time, there was a rustling sound behind him.

Berlan Lang turned around and saw the butler of the Viscount's mansion. He didn't know when he appeared outside the garden and was curiously looking inside.

When he saw Berlan Lang looking over, the butler smiled a little embarrassedly and retreated again.

Judging from the distance, the butler should not have heard anything.

However, just in case, Buranlang said: "If you want to know, get closer. These things cannot be heard by others. If they are spread out, it will harm them."

Alex walked directly to Buranlang's side and was about to listen to Buranlang's explanation, but at this time, a metal friction sound came into Alex's ears.

Alex turned around subconsciously.

With the sound of cloth tearing, Alex felt a chill on his waist.

Looking up, he saw that Father Buranlang had pulled out a dagger from somewhere. The dagger exuded a strong chill, and even under the sun, he could feel the sharp coldness.

At this time, there was a big hole in the waist of Alex's robe. Fortunately, Alex reacted quickly, otherwise the dagger would have been inserted into his waist and abdomen.

"Father Buranlang, what are you going to do?" Alex shouted.

Buranlang ignored him and waved the dagger at Alex. However, Alex was still a young man after all, and his reaction speed was much faster than that of the elderly Berlan Lang.

In two or three moves, Berlan Lang was captured, and the dagger was also slapped to the ground.

"Father, are you going to kill me?" Alex pressed Berlan Lang to the ground, and asked softly, as if he was talking to a lover, "Why?"

Berlan Lang spat out a mouthful of blood, and smiled desperately: "Sure enough, saving you was the most wrong decision I ever made. Otherwise, why would it be like this!"

"You..." Alex wanted to ask something, but suddenly, a chill came from behind again.

Alex immediately let go of Burrenlang and looked back, only to see a dark ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the void. This ghost hand stretched out from thin air held a sharp long knife and slashed at Alex fiercely.

The speed of the slash was extremely fast. Even if Alex could catch the trajectory, it would be difficult to escape.

Alex felt as if he was in an endless sea of ​​knives. Suddenly, a series of memories flashed through his mind. These memories seemed to be combat experience... If Alex could digest these experiences, it might greatly improve his combat ability, but at this time he was already in a dead end. He had no time to digest the combat experience and could only watch the blade fall.

At this critical moment, a pulling force came from behind.

After the rumbling sound, Alex was unharmed. He turned around with some palpitations, but saw Angel standing behind him.

Obviously, it was Angel who saved him just now.

"Thank you..." Alex said with a dry throat. This was the second time Angel had saved him.

Angel did not reply, but looked to the other side.

Alex seemed to realize something. He turned his head suddenly and saw the ghost hand holding the knife slowly disappearing into the void. What remained was a corpse with a sharp knife piercing its chest.

The identity of the corpse, Berlan Lang!

Alex's chest was choked. The ghost hand might not want to kill him at all, or if killing him was just a by-product, the other party's purpose was to kill Berlan Lang!

Alex walked over with a dazed look in his eyes and walked to Berlan Lang's body.

Although Berlan Lang wanted to kill him just now, Alex never thought of Berlan Lang's death.

No matter what, Berlan Lang saved him and adopted him. Even if Alex was cold-hearted, he never forgot the feeling of saving his life.

For this reason, even though he knew that Burenlang was going to brainwash him with the divine code, Alex still spent a lot of time every day reading and reciting the meaningless divine code rules.

This was Alex's way of repaying Burenlang's kindness.

Alex thought that one day he would disguise himself as the brainwashed self that Burenlang wanted to see, and that would be considered repaying Burenlang's kindness.

Unexpectedly, Burenlang had died before that day.

Alex looked at Burenlang's body with complicated eyes and was silent for a long time.

Finally, in the bright sunshine at noon, Alex half-knelt on the ground, slowly closed Burenlang's wide eyes, and whispered the dead ritual chapter of the divine code.

It seemed that he wanted to send Burenlang off in this familiar way.

Angel watched from afar, and every detail of the white-haired boy's movements was elegant and holy, as if he had a layer of light.

Anyone who saw Alex's current appearance would not doubt his identity as a priest.

However, as Alex himself said: the clergy is just a superficial profession, and the inner core is all kinds of people.

He was actually referring to Buren Lang at the time, but in fact, this sentence can also be applied to himself.

A person who exudes a sacred breath from the inside to the outside. But his inner core may actually be a dark desert.

However, Angel can be sure that Alex's pious prayer at this time should be from the heart.

This is Alex's emotional expression to Buren Lang.

After Alex finished reading the funeral ceremony of the divine code, he stood up and walked to Angel's side: "It seems that I messed up this conversation."

Alex's white hair, perhaps blown by the wind, or it may have its own consciousness, collapsed. It looks both aggrieved and funny.

A pair of hands rubbed Alex's white hair.

Alex was stunned. Although Angel looked older than him, he was not much older. This kind of action of an elder touching a younger person was obviously inappropriate.

Alex frowned and was about to resist.

But when he looked up, his eyes suddenly froze. The person standing in front of him was not Angel at all, but Father Burenlang with a complicated expression.

Alex turned his head in confusion and looked at the corpse where he had chanted the funeral rites before.

Still lying there, the blood from the wound was still gurgling.

But why, there was another Father Burenlang in front of him?

He hesitated for a moment and looked at Angel floating in the air. The latter raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "I said, as long as it can help me determine the location information, I will help you."

Father Burenlang obviously knew something.

Since Angel could save Alex, it would not be difficult to save Father Burenlang.

Alex looked at the corpse on the ground again, and then at Father Burenlang in front of him, and finally realized it.

The corpse was an illusion created by Angel, and the person in front of him was real.

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