Chapter 157 Funeral for the Players (Update 1)

The smile on the Midnight Poet's face had completely disappeared.

He looked at the bishops surrounding him, at the extremely gloomy face of the Holy Church of El-Melloi in front of him, and then at Chen Ye, who was sitting in his original position with a playful face and no injuries on his body...

The voice became as weak and small as a mosquito:

"I think... all this... may be a misunderstanding?"

Chen Ye showed a meaningful smile and said:

"The way you chased me in your dream doesn't look like a misunderstanding. Everyone here is a witness."

The Midnight Poet's heart skipped a beat. Through this passage, he confirmed one thing-

He was completely tricked by a player who was also a mind control player!

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

He also exposed his own and the bishop's abilities!

This time...

The situation is not good!

The El-Melloi Bishop turned his head expressionlessly and looked at the red priest, saying indifferently:

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

The red priest stood there like a dead body, without saying a word.

Suddenly, his body suddenly exploded, and several black shadow-like mists spread wildly around!

The nuns and deacons behind him were immediately shocked by the sudden change.

"Humph!"

The Bishop El-Melloi snorted coldly, and the holy light staff in his hand suddenly hit the ground.

The next second, the sacred fire instantly burned the black mist into nothingness.

Only a piece of wreckage was left.

"You just burned him like this, without a complete body, there is no way to interrogate the details?"

Chen Ye looked a little regretful.

It was a pity that he could not personally hold a funeral ceremony for the red priest.

At this time, Chen Xi beside him said: "It doesn't matter. The clergy members of the church have part of their souls bound to the inscriptions at the back of the church."

"Their astral bodies after death will be included in the inscriptions."

"For clergy members who have committed serious mistakes, their inscriptions will be thrown into the furnace, and the details of the mistakes will be "washed" out through the soul."

"I see." Chen Ye nodded.

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

It can obtain more details.

Of course, the limitations are also obvious. The clergy members of the church must bind part of their astral bodies to the inscriptions according to the rules.

In this way, the soul after death can be attached to the inscriptions and a part of the memory before death can be completely washed out.

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 to be useful for internal clergy members.

But if it is an external corpse, it will be useless.

The Midnight Poet witnessed the scene happening around him from beginning to end. He couldn't help but take a breath, his legs were weak, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

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

"I... I can tell you everything... no matter what you want to ask!"

"After getting enough information, can you let me go?"

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

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

"No need to go through so much trouble. Just pry open your mouth and drink this stuff. You will speak up no matter what I ask you."

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

"No! It's useless! The Lord has imprisoned me!"

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

"But if I'm still alive, I will try every possible way to hint you to get the Lord's information within the scope of circumventing the rules of death..."

However, Chen Ye smiled and interrupted the Midnight Poet's anxious words, comforting him:

"You don't have to worry about this. I have the ability to make the dead speak. If you die, the next thing will be more convenient."

"Besides, you are not the first player I have handled!"

"So you can rest assured. I have rich experience in making the dead speak and answer questions."

"I have always been very dedicated. I guarantee to use the most beautiful and beautiful music to bury you."

The poet finally realized that he had provoked an untouchable existence!

That's a demon!

The real demon!

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

The next second, the cardinal in white mercilessly pried open the mouth of the midnight poet and poured the truth serum into him.

The poet's pupils gradually turned gray from despair.

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

Five minutes later...

The "fragments" of the poet who turned into pieces of flesh and blood and made the church filthy began to reassemble.

Slowly formed a complete poet again.

But...

There were obvious traces of sutures on the other party's body.

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

The feeling and experience of personally burying a player is completely different.

It seems that through artistic music, one can communicate with the fragments of the soul that is about to die as the "self-consciousness" is constantly dissipating.

From it, one can feel the complex emotions of the dying person, as if walking through the other person's life.

By absorbing this "emotion", it is a baptism for one's own soul, becoming more transparent, and strengthening spiritual power.

The bloody phone also popped up a reminder-

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

[Strangeness value +1000! ]

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After the performance, the audience around suddenly woke up and paid the performance fee obediently.

However, this time Chenxi and Baichen learned to be smart. They had prepared special earplugs long ago to block the sound of the performance.

"What... problem do you have..."

The midnight poet tilted his head and said in a long voice that was completely unlike a human voice.

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

Not surprisingly...

This should be the 'notary' from the spiritual world.

It will help Chen Ye complete this cross-world questioning, as the cost of holding the funeral performance.

"Devil! This is simply the devil's method!"

Beside the church, a monk saw this scene, his eyes fell on Chen Ye, full of fear.

Let the exploded corpse pieced together again, and can still answer questions...

Is this the messenger sent by Satan?

"Thank you for your compliments." Chen Ye smiled slightly.

Such "praise" is an honor for the real [Devil].

Then.

Chen Ye's eyes fell on the dead body of the Midnight Poet, pondered for a moment, and then asked the first question:

"Do you know anyone who has cooperation with Northrend?"

The same sentence, with two questions in one sentence.

The corner of the Midnight Poet's mouth twitched, and he slowly said:

"Northrend... clown... idiot!"

"He... failed... the Lord!"

"Waste... die... deserved it."

You are almost the same... Chen Ye fell into the same fate as the Midnight Poet, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

This answer is already very obvious.

The Midnight Poet and Northrend not only know each other, but are also allies.

They serve a "Lord" together!

But who is the true identity of this "Lord"?

Chen Ye asked the second question:

"How do you and Northrend serve that Lord together?"

The Midnight Poet was obviously stunned by this complex question.

To be more precise...

The gray mist above spun around a few times, as if thinking about how to express this structural problem?

After a while, the Midnight Poet answered:

"Lord... the honorable name... is not worthy!"

"Serve... the intermediary... von Lucius..."

"Issuing... the task... the reward!"

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

A foul smell filled the air.

The clergy around him covered their noses one after another, looking disgusted, thinking that the existence of this thing here was a defilement of the church!

Suddenly, they suddenly realized something, and their faces were gradually replaced by shock.

Von Lucius!

That bishop actually also cooperated with this poet?

And, judging from this, it seems that he is also an intermediary?

Chen Ye frowned slightly, and secretly judged in his heart:

"Wait, when the midnight poet mentioned Lucius, he used the word "intermediary" before..."

"It should be an introduction of an identity."

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

"Lucius is just the equivalent of a middleman?"

If you think about it carefully, it must be related to the authority of God to be called the Lord.

But in this way, wouldn't it be possible to be on an equal footing with the Lord of the Sun?

Lucius's identity is just the former bishop.

From this, it can be inferred that he is very likely to have received some kind of power from another "Lord".

Perhaps...

It is also related to the secret of resurrection from the dead!

But this "Lord", is it related to a god in this city?

If it involves this level, it would be terrifying!

You know, mastering the complete "authority of God" can almost directly lead to the end of the game of "Weird Era".

If it involves this level of existence, it must involve deeper secrets!

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

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

He mentioned the players in particular.

Because players have IDs.

If they are natives, they may just say it directly, and don't know the specific name and identity.

But players can identify it through the network of the bloody mobile phone.

The midnight poet paused for a moment and answered with difficulty:

"Alliance...name...unknown..."

"Code name..."

"Clown!"

Bang!

When the last word was said, the poet's body finally exploded like fireworks.

However, the blood mist spread in the air and gradually formed a picture of the clown.