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After Guangtai and others left temporarily.

In this narrow tunnel, only Wu Yong and An Le were left.

Looking at An Le who was wearing a black robe and smiling warmly in front of him.

Wu Yong couldn't help trembling.

Even if there is no reason, Wu Yong always feels... the current An Le is terrible!

What's more, it made him more uneasy and nervous than the undead in his body?

It seemed that this was not just because of the earthquake caused by An Le and the instant killing of the huge ghoul, but because of some deeper factor hidden in the soul.

"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you up."

An Le smiled briskly, no different from usual.

He felt a little funny: 'Wu Yong's mental quality is not very good! '

Seeing that the black shadow was about to continue to expand, An Le knew the urgency of the situation, so she stopped joking and said in a deep voice, "Close your eyes."

"Give you a piece of advice."

"Don't look, don't listen, don't think."

"Imagine that you are sleeping and your consciousness sinks into a deep ocean..."

An Le's voice seemed to have a strange magic power, which made Wu Yong unconsciously follow what he said.

And as the consciousness slowly blurred, the pain from the undead and the chains gradually dissipated.

The soul seems to be soaked in a gentle hot spring, making up for the damage it has suffered.

'There is something, come in...'

Soon, Wu Yong came up with this idea in confusion, as if something foreign had entered his soul.

This feeling is difficult to describe in words.

There was some unspeakable shame and slight discomfort, but after the discomfort passed, he felt a sense of comfort that he couldn't express in words, as if the filth was removed and the soul was purified, which even made him linger.

But inexplicably, Wu Yong felt that this was not the first time he experienced this feeling?

In addition, what was conveyed to Wu Yong's mind was...

Fear and fear?

That was not his own emotion, but from the undead who lived with his soul.

In normal times, Wu Yong would have been amazed by this—he has always loved, hated, and feared the undead. a lot.

But at this time, Wu Yong remembered An Le's advice and stopped thinking about the reasons behind it.

"Um?"

On the other side, An Le also raised her eyebrows in surprise.

He had already thrust his tentacles into the shadows.

'really……'

Generally speaking, the only thing that can make the tentacles so excited is the "divine substance", and there is no increase in filthy sanity on the panel, which proves Anle's previous conjecture.

‘And, the soul is already one? '

In An Le's perception, the undead and Wu Yong's soul are intertwined without distinction.

You have me I have you.

This is undoubtedly a very rare situation. If An Le destroys this undead, he will also kill Wu Yong.

This made Anle slow down the drawing of the tentacles, worrying about the negative impact on Wu Yong.

At first, the black shadow was naturally unconvinced, and wanted to have a touch with An Le.

If you are not arrogant, is it still called undead?

But when An Le entered its body, the undead immediately became honest.

Its consciousness hides in the corner, not daring to speak out, like a bullied little daughter-in-law, it can only grit its teeth, blushing, and passively accept Anle's bullying and demands.

An Le soon discovered that with the extraction of the divine substance, although the black shadow became weaker, it did not harm the origin.

It's as if the divine substance is just a foreign object attached to the surface of its soul and inadvertently contaminated.

‘Then I’m not welcome. '

An Le felt relieved, since it would not hurt Wu Yong, he naturally no longer had any scruples: 'Bring it to you! '

Two or three minutes later.

The divine substance carried by the undead was plundered by Anle, and there was not a single drop left.

Even if she didn't return to the church, An Le knew that some kind of change must have taken place.

[The intimacy between you and the ▇▇ church has increased! 】

A few tentacles emerged from the side, rubbing against An Le's face to show their intimacy.

At this point, An Le could have pulled out his tentacles and stopped there, but he was suddenly curious about the nature of the undead... What is it?

Judging from the knowledge he had acquired, the undead was neither a living creature nor a pure soul.

Rather, it exists between the spiritual and material worlds.

The undead in this world are not only born from dead humans.

It may be the consciousness of a supernatural relic, it may be the remains of a god, or it may be a symbol, a curse, or a story.

Some undead are even born in the legends passed down by people. When people tell about their deeds, fear them, and respect them, they will appear from unknown corners and come in response to people's calls.

‘Which category does this undead belong to? '

Of course, An Le wants to know more than this question——

'Will it work for me? '

An Le stretched his tentacles deeper into the shadow, trying to see its essence, and tried to pull it into the church by the way.

exist? Check out the remaining value!

But this time, compared to before, the resistance was obviously felt.

An Le: 'Be good, let me see! '

The undead are resisting: 'Don't! '

An Le smiled warmly: 'This is beyond your control. '

Like piercing through a fragile film of non-existence and reality, the tentacles can enter an unspeakable space.

But in front of An Le, he saw... all things!

Yes, it is all things.

It seems that there are endless scenes, never-ending pictures, flowing into his brain like an ocean.

It also seems that An Le is in a library that is too grand to be described in words. Rows and rows of bookshelves that reach the dome stand neatly in it, displaying countless books. Couldn't read a billionth of it.

If the total amount of knowledge in the underground library is compared to a drop of water, then this library is the sum of the water on all the planets in the entire galaxy.

Human beings can no longer think at the moment they witness such a picture.

All I could feel was fear.

It's like being alone in the vast galaxy and the bottomless darkness. In the vastness, darkness and loneliness that surpasses all human imagination, the fear of knowledge, the universe, and the insignificance of human beings arises. .

Human beings' weak brains simply cannot accommodate so much knowledge.

To know everything is to know nothing at the same time.

However, as far as An Le was concerned, in his mind, there was a heat that seemed to boil his brain, like a volcanic eruption and a magma flowing indiscriminately.

Then, as if blowing a fuse.

An Le's eyes darkened, and he temporarily lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had forgotten everything he had seen.

'Just now, what happened? '

An Le was slightly lost in thought, and his tentacles returned to the surface of the shadow.

But he clearly remembered that he wanted to check the core of the undead to see if it was developing normally and how much residual value it had.

why now...

He faintly noticed that he was instinctively refusing to do so, and his intuition kept sending warnings.

An Le glanced at the panel first.

[Filthy sanity +523! 】

"……Uh-huh!?"

It is impossible for An Le to be unimpressed by such a large amount of filthy and rational income.

Based on these only clues, he quickly deduced.

‘So many filthy minds are mostly sacrificial taboo knowledge. '

'And it's huge. '

'Judging from the time, the tentacles are still rubbing against my face, which means it hasn't been long. '

'Such a short time, such a large amount...'

An Le guessed the truth of the matter: "There is a huge amount of knowledge in the core of this undead, which poured into my brain very quickly, because the human brain's ability to bear is limited. When accepting this knowledge, it will be unable to think, or Crazy, fortunately, after I sacrificed knowledge, I would forget them, so I escaped a catastrophe. '

Thinking of this, An Le was startled: 'There is such a method? '

An Le suddenly remembered a cartoon he had read on Earth before. The content was probably a story about a boy with yellow hair, a dog with a chainsaw on its head, and a bad woman. He was deeply impressed by the fried pork with ginger at the end of the story. .

One of the characters can only shout "Halloween". It is said that it is a demon from the universe. Its ability is to allow people to accept endless knowledge, and then they can only think about "Halloween" until death.

This is somewhat similar to Wu Yong's symptoms.

Perhaps, he could only say "Have you eaten?" It was also because the language nerves in his brain were hijacked by this indescribable undead.

After a brief surprise, An Le thought about it: 'This matter is indeed very dangerous, but... the benefits are also very high! '

500 points of filthy sanity is not a small sum for An Le now.

Moreover, this is still only a gain of less than a second.

If there is a 10% profit, the capital will be guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is a 20% profit, the capital will be active; if there is a 50% profit, the capital will take risks; for 100% profit, the capital will dare to trample on everything in the world Law; with a profit of more than 300%, capital dares to commit any crime, even risking hanging.

At this moment, it is a net gain of 500 points without cost.

It was hard for him not to be moved.

An Le thought to herself: 'But you can't act recklessly, you have to take your time. '

He glanced around him, and the dense eyeballs reappeared, "Can you see? Can't you?" The murmur echoed, and the lively little white people were waving...

This time there were rows of towering bookshelves, and every book on it seemed to be staring at An Le coldly, like a hawk watching its prey.

As more and more knowledge about the taboos of An Le Sacrifice, the types of hallucinations produced by this side effect are also becoming more and more abundant. Maybe someday you can have a party.

At this time, Wu Yong frowned: "Well..."

Seeing that he has a tendency to wake up.

An Le simply retracted the tentacles.

It's a bit subtle, when the tentacles are withdrawn from the body, there is always a sense of déjà vu of doctors, patients, and hypnotic plots in some small movies, which feels weird.

Putting away the weird mood, An Le said softly, "You're awake."

Wu Yong murmured blankly: "Have you eaten?"

He looked around, looking slightly uneasy and nervous.

‘Why does it seem that there is a bookshelf next to it? And a lot of eyeballs...'

An Le noticed Wu Yong's gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly. Has his hallucinations affected others?

This is presumably a side effect of sacrificing too much forbidden knowledge at once.

He comforted softly: "My method is quite special, don't be afraid, what you see is just an illusion."

Wu Yong nodded hesitantly.

Perhaps because of certain things that happened when he was unconscious, he felt a little inexplicable awe of An Le in front of him, and subconsciously believed what An Le said.

Soon, the two joined Kota and the others.

After checking Wu Yong's status, even the psychic was surprised.

The undead in Wu Yong's body shrank and hid in his body as if he had suffered some kind of miserable treatment.

Even if those textured chains were loosened, it didn't want to leave.

Undead: 'The outside world...is scary! '

According to Wu Yong, the lines on his body were written by a mysterious person who sealed the undead in his body.

As for the purpose and means of the other party, I don't know at all.

But Wu Yong said that the lines will automatically recover, so there is no need to worry.

Seeing that Wu Yong's troubles were also solved by An Le, the eyes of everyone looking at An Le became more and more complicated... Needless to say, the strength he showed before can even solve this intractable disease?

What else can't you do?

The image of An Le in their eyes became more and more unfathomable.

Chen Ye secretly said: 'Become stronger! I want to become stronger! '

In his body, the soul of a worker is burning.

Fumino Asuka looked at An Le timidly, and thought: 'Fortunately, you have changed back. '

That tyrant-like image really left such a deep impression on her that she dare not mention it now.

Fumino Asuka is still very confused... Which one is the real appearance of An Le?

Only the veiled psychic had a different expression from the others.

She was thinking, did the happiness that frequently appeared in divination bring about destruction or an opportunity for salvation?

In any case, the greater the comfort in this case, the more secure they are.

The group exchanged information with each other.

The most critical thing is why this huge dream was born and how to leave it.

As it happens, An Le already has some speculations about these two points.

"You mean... a certain extraordinary person used some fragments of extraordinary relics to transfer this dream to the boundary of Yuesong City with mysterious rituals?"

Kota chewed on the information An Le gave, and dared not believe it.

"This, how is this possible?"

Xia Bingxin, Fuyuno Asuka and the others were also shocked by this news.

What kind of courage and means are needed to transfer the entire city of ghouls? What will be the ultimate goal of that person?

Just thinking about it, they felt chills in their hearts.

After pondering for a moment, the psychic said, "This kind of thing is not really impossible."

Her tone was quite calm, after all, this was something she had expected.

"The geographical location in the dream is not as insurmountable as reality."

"If some of the rules are mastered flexibly, and supplemented with special extraordinary relics, it is indeed possible to move the entire dreamland to Yuesong City."

An Le nodded: "That's right."

"And the key to breaking the dream is the fragments of those extraordinary relics."

"They act as anchor points to connect dreams and reality."

"Destroy them all, and this dream should dissipate."

This information was extracted by An Le from the mind of the ghoul in the lair where the woman was, and it was of considerable value.

Hearing this, Guangtai and others naturally did not doubt Anle's source.

Kota murmured, "But how to find them?"

This is also the question An Le wanted to ask.

At this time, the psychic took the initiative to say, "I have a solution."

*****

at the same time.

Yue Chung City in reality.

Ren Ye suddenly woke up from his dream.

It was pitch black and silent.

Everything is the same as usual.

But Ren Ye was awake for a moment, his pupils shrunk, his body tensed up, and he immediately entered a state of alert.

Intuition was warning him.

The killing intent diffused with the night.

Who would want to assassinate a B-rank transcendent?

As the gold medal killer of the Gray Blood Organization, he was being targeted by someone today?

This may sound like a ridiculous joke in normal times.

Today, however, Ren Ye only felt a biting chill.

The person who made him feel this way before the battle was at least B-rank, and... not just one!

'one two three……'

'There are actually three people, this really thinks highly of me...'

Ren Ye was surprised, but not flustered. As a man who rose from the dust and walked all the way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his life has always been accompanied by danger.

He has long been used to this kind of life.

Ren Ye sneered: "This kind of process..."

boom! ! ! !

A beam of light, as bright as daylight, flooded the small building where Ren Ye was.

All the citizens who hadn't fallen asleep witnessed this splendid scene.

*****

The luxurious appearance is actually in a mansion full of flesh and blood.

Edward sat on the roof of the roof, with an elegant smile on his face, watching the beam of light not far away, as if admiring a ball of fireworks in full bloom.

He slowly raised the teacup in his hand, as if clinking with some existence, then lowered his head and took a sip.

"call--"

Edward sighed in comfort, and called out his daughter's name: "Charles."

The blond girl who was as proud as a white swan, with empty eyes and an indifferent expression, was like an exquisite puppet that could only be manipulated by others.

Xia Lisi lowered her head slightly, turned around to install the record on a simple record player, and pressed the switch.

The melodious and beautiful melody flutters on this rooftop, blowing with the night wind.

In the mansion.

In the rooms of the maids and servants, the floors and walls made of flesh and blood finally revealed their ferocious side.

The meat blanket covered their bodies silently, and the movements were as gentle as a lover's caress, wrapping people in their warm and fiery bodies.

Even up to this time, people knew nothing, but thought they were in sweet dreams.

Elegant chewing sound hidden in classical music.

The faint smell of blood, like a delicate fragrance, drifts with the wind.

Everything is so beautiful and elegant.

It's like the curtain gradually opening on a gorgeous stage.