I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

Shadow Moon Pavilion dungeon.

Song Hong leaned against the cold stone wall with his blood all over his body. His limbs were pierced by the magic arrows and his supernatural powers were destroyed.

Even if he survived by chance, he would only be a cripple for the rest of his life.

"Old bastard! If you have the ability, come in and kill me with a knife. If I give in, I will be your grandson!"

"Old bastard! Come in! What are you hiding! What are you afraid of?"

Dirty words kept coming out of Song Hong's mouth. Because of his excessive emotions, the wounds on his body were affected, and the piercing pain came again, which made him shut his mouth.

Song Hong stared fiercely at the one-way glass in front of him. He knew that Sun Wencheng must be sitting opposite at this moment.

That bastard must be watching his joke...

"Bastard! Come in!"

Separated by a wall.

"After the renovation, the soundproofing is much better. The shouting was too loud before. Every time I came here, I felt noisy and my mood became worse." Sun Wencheng nodded with satisfaction, no longer looking at Song Hong in the cell, and slowly walked to the tea table.

Hua Quan respectfully poured a cup of hot tea for Sun Wencheng, and asked with some fear, "Deacon Sun, I still think you are taking too much risk this time. How do you know that Lu Changsheng will help?"

"Why don't you let us send someone to follow him? If he doesn't want to, you may be the one cursing now."

Sun Wencheng picked up the teacup and corrected seriously, "The one who helped me this time was [Ghost Snake]. What does it have to do with Lu Changsheng?"

"Lu Changsheng is just a white-collar worker. He doesn't know how to kill demons."

Hua Quan was born in the Dark Moon Pavilion after all. Although he was a shadow guard responsible for military force, he was not a reckless man who only knew how to use a knife.

He immediately understood what Sun Wencheng meant, and no longer bothered about Lu Changsheng's identity.

After thinking for a moment, Hua Quan still said with some concern, "Deacon Sun, how do you know that [Ghost Snake] is willing to help?"

"We didn't have any intersection with him before, and we don't know what kind of person he is."

"It's too dangerous to blindly contact the Ghost Zhai agent before we understand the position..."

"Deacon Sun, have you already made plans?"

"No." Sun Wencheng put down the teacup and spoke lightly.

Hua Quan was startled, and his hand that was pouring tea froze. The boiling hot tea flowed along the wall of the cup, stirring up clouds of mist on the coffee table.

Sun Wencheng raised two fingers lightly, steadying the teapot in the air, and continued, "【Venerable】 is irreversible..."

"Planning carefully, acting after careful consideration, all of this cannot be applied to the Venerable."

"In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are just jokes."

"The reason why I dare to fight with my life is nothing more than taking a gamble with this life."

"Fortunately, I won the bet."

Hua Quan sighed helplessly and refilled the tea for Sun Wencheng.

Only the Venerable can truly influence this world...

He has broken through the sixth level for many years, but he has never been able to cross that natural chasm.

The Venerable and the Walker are like people from two worlds who, due to some coincidence, landed on the same land.

It is clearly in front of us, and it seems to be within reach, but we can never move forward, and we can never experience that kind of power.

Every time Hua Quan thinks of this, he will fall into a deep sense of powerlessness.

No matter how hard he tries, he can't get close. That feeling is too desperate.

"By the way, how is the Creation Bureau doing? Is there any progress?" Sun Wencheng asked anxiously.

Hua Quan shook his head solemnly, "The villagers of Niujia Village are no different from the monsters. No matter how the Creation Bureau tests, it cannot accurately distinguish them from the monsters."

"We can only rely on the few words they occasionally say when they wake up to confirm everyone's identity."

"What the Creation Bureau can do now is to try to stabilize their consciousness when they are awake and prevent them from being swallowed by the instincts of the monsters."

"But... the effect is very small..."

"If you want to completely turn them back to humans, you must know how Song Hong and others turned people into monsters."

Although Sun Wencheng had expected this situation, his heart still sank.

"Should we continue to interrogate? I think Song Hong has almost recovered and he cursed loudly." With that, Hua Quan planned to open the door of the dungeon.

"Don't worry, that guy's mouth is very hard, and he's a sixth-level walker. Ordinary means may not be able to pry his mouth open."

"I found a professional, who should be... here soon. She's very punctual."

Sun Wencheng smiled slyly, picked up the teacup, and drank it all.

Hua Quan turned around and looked at Sun Wencheng with some doubt.

But he found that a woman had stood beside Sun Wencheng...

The woman was tall and wore a flowing black dress. Her fair and delicate skin was faintly visible between the carved patterns.

It's a pity that Hua Quan was in no mood to appreciate the beauty now...

Because the woman was wearing a strange red and black mask on her face, and in the corner of the mask, there was a Q version of a ghost rabbit...

Swish——

Hua Quan didn't have time to think about why the [Ghost Rabbit] appeared here, and reflexively drew the sword at his waist.

He looked like he was facing a great enemy.

"The people in Shadow Moon Pavilion are becoming more and more brainless now." Guitu's voice came through the mask, extremely cold.

"Young man, give him more opportunities, he will grow up." Sun Wencheng raised the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, and made a "please sit down" gesture to Guitu.

Guitu sat down gracefully, but did not drink the tea. Instead, he went straight to the point and said, "The person who needs my help to 'examine his conscience' is the one in the dungeon?"

"Yes, I have written a list of specific questions, and you can ask them one by one." Sun Wencheng handed a note to Guitu and made a look at Huaquan, asking him to open the door of the dungeon.

Huaquan's head was buzzing, and he did it subconsciously before he figured out the situation in front of him.

Why did the agent of Guizhai appear in Shadow Moon Pavilion?

Why did he seem to be very familiar with Deacon Sun?

Is she the "professional" that Deacon Sun mentioned?

Hua Quan had questions one after another, but he knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so he stood obediently beside Sun Wencheng and looked into the dungeon.

The originally unruly Song Hong, when he saw the ghost rabbit, became obedient like a mouse seeing a cat.

His eyes were clear and his expression was innocent, just like a kindergarten kid who saw the auntie bringing him delicious snacks.

He was as obedient as he could be.

Hua Quan swallowed his saliva, and cold sweat slid down his forehead. The means of the Venerable... were simply unbelievable.