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Ye Xiang opened his eyes in a daze. At this time, he found that he was sitting on a recliner. The room in front of him was a room that was very strange to him. The room was filled with many paintings, and not far from him, there was a black statue.
Ye wanted to follow the sound, and then he noticed that the sound came from the gate.
Ye Xiang walked over, then walked through a long corridor and opened the door. Standing outside the door was an old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties.
"Count," the old man lowered his head slightly, and said, "Bishop Samuel of the Inquisition is here."
Ye Xiang nodded and said, "I see."
Soon, Ye Xiang got ready to dress up, locked the door, and went outside.
A man in religious attire appeared outside the door. The man looked to be in his thirties. After seeing Ye Xiang, he smiled: "Wallace, my friend! Welcome back! How is the scenery in France?"
"It's not bad, Samuel." Ye Xiang showed a stiff look at this time, and, looking at the cross hanging on the man's chest, he couldn't help feeling a little disgusted.
It's a purely natural feeling.
It's like instinct.
Bishop Samael stepped on the carpet, walked towards Ye Xiang slowly, and said, "However, I heard from your servants that your mental condition is not very good?"
"I'm fine."
"Really? May the Lord bless you, Wallace. Recently, I may not be able to come to you again. The Inquisition has recently arrested a lot of heretics. I have a lot to deal with, so this As soon as you came back the next time, I came to you immediately. So... "
Speaking of this, he stared at Ye Xiang's face, hesitated for a while, looked around, and said, "Old friend, do you want me to stand all the time?"
"You can do whatever you want."
Ye Xiang pointed casually, and then sat down with Bishop Samuel.
"Actually, around the time you were traveling, a monk from the Franciscan order of the Inquisition (the first dervish order of the Holy See Inquisition) came to me to talk about something. This bothers me a bit…”
"Let's get to the point." Ye Xiang said coldly, "Master Bishop, don't you just want to tell me these things when you come to me?"
"Yes... Wallace. But your attitude today is so strange?"
"yes?"
"Well, how should I put it... I always feel that you are weird, and why do you call me 'Master Bishop'? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No. What were you going to say just now?"
"That's right. It's related to the recent arrest of a group of heretics I mentioned just now. This is a small group of black magicians named 'Isaac Sacred Society'. Said, and experimented with the corpses of the dead. The behavior of this group of people has desecrated the Holy See, and the Inquisition will deal with them in the near future. However, the trial of this group seems to be very secret, and not many people in the Holy See know the details. That What the monks told me was that they found this group, and they seemed to communicate with demons in some special way."
When he said the word "devil", his voice was also lowered a lot.
"And then?" Ye Xiang continued to ask without changing his face.
"In fact, the area where this group is active overlaps with the place where you travel. So, when they were arrested, I was still a little worried about you."
The atmosphere suddenly became a little cold.
Ye Xiang caressed his right hand. He was wearing a ring on the middle finger of his right hand. The bronze ring shone with a strange luster.
"You want to ask me, did you encounter anything related to this black magic group during the trip?"
"I'm just asking as a rule. After all, although the group was arrested, some slipped through the cracks."
When he said the words "fish that slipped through the net", he especially emphasized his accent (of course there was no such idiom at the time, it was purely a free translation).
Ye Xiang's expression became playful.
"I'm really sorry for not being able to provide you with information, my lord bishop. I'm not honored to be able to provide you with clues to those 'fish that slipped through the net'. I'm really sorry to let you go for nothing."
He said "I'm sorry", but in Ye Xiang's tone, there was no trace of "I'm sorry". And Samuel stared at Ye Xiang with his long and narrow eyes like a fox, as if he was trying to get some clues from him.
"Really? Wallace, can you recall? Lord, watch us from heaven."
The last sentence sounds inexplicable, but it is almost a showdown.
Samuel's meaning couldn't be more clear.
"My memory has always been very good, so there is no need to add anything. This trip, I just visited the cities of Turin, Marseille and Lyon."
Samael has obviously begun to show displeasure.
As the bishop of the Inquisition, he holds too much power over life and death, how many heretics will the Inquisition burn to death in a year? In this era when the power of the Holy See is at its peak, his position is definitely equivalent to a high-ranking official at the decision-making level in the capital of today's dynasty. In one sentence, how many people can be killed without a place to bury them. What's more, people like this who rely on religion regard themselves as the spokesperson of God, and use their own standards to define whether a person is completely sinful or not.
Obviously, when he thought about it, he hoped to see Wallace's panicked and horrified expression, and then he immediately knelt on the ground and said everything that should be said, and finally he said "magnanimously" and said "the Lord will forgive you." Of course, the disposition given to him was to return him to the embrace of the Lord.
"Wallace, my friend." Samuel went on to say, "Among the group arrested this time was a pregnant female pagan. The flesh and blood in her belly will also be buried in the fire. Of course, they are not worthy of sympathy, we can only hope that the Lord can give them a good new life."
Ye Xiang remained unmoved.
"Her name is Livina. Have you heard of that name, Wallace?"
"I have no reason to know a heathen, do I?"
Bishop Samael was silent for a long time, and then said: "Wallace, you and I have known each other for many years. Your parents have been the most loyal believers of the Holy See for many years and have always provided a lot of funds for the Holy See. You have also been It’s all the same. I have always regarded you as a friend, so I hope you can think about it.”
"Master Bishop. I don't quite understand what you mean. On the contrary, I think I don't understand more about what you said today."
Samuel stood up, looked at Ye Xiang, and sighed heavily.
"I express great regret."
"Are you leaving, my lord bishop?"
"Well. By the way, Wallace, recently, because of this heretic group, the Pope has ordered a complete blockade of the city of Rome, and even martial law at night. So, you'd better not go out at night."
"Thank you for your advice, my lord bishop."
Samuel showed a reconciled look, glanced at him, and then left. It was just that Ye Xiang was left alone to stand where he was.
Then, Ye Xiang returned to his original room and locked the door.
Today is his first day back.
He looked at a box in the corner with fanatical eyes.
"Got to speed up..."
If Wallace was just an ordinary civilian, his home must have been searched by now. However, it is different now. After more than an hour, enough food for about a week, as well as some daily necessities, were prepared in the room.
Ye Xiang walked to the box and opened it.
"Then, let's begin."
Ye Xiang had already guessed that there would be a corpse inside the box.
However, when he really saw it, Ye Xiang almost stopped breathing in shock.
This corpse... was horrible!
Ye Xiang almost didn't dare to look any further. He couldn't describe the corpse in any language at all.
This is great horror!
However, while fearing, he discovered that in his heart, he also had this kind of joy for darkness and blood. For demon hunters, everything related to demons is their prey, just like a beast seeing a weak antelope.
He began to feel that his will and thoughts as a human being were gradually being replaced. The two opposing wills of humans and demons are mixing, and at the same time, eroding his soul.
In the next few days, even if Ye Xiang didn't want to see this corpse, he had no choice. He had to see himself with his own eyes, how to dispose of this corpse, cut the corpse open, take out the internal organs and wash them clean, and then peel off the skeleton...
However, the strange thing is that gradually, he lost that disgusting feeling, and even began to feel a sense of blending into it.
He seems to be starting to like seeing blood and corpses...
His will as a human being is beginning to be at a disadvantage!
"No... No... It's not like this..." Ye Xiang suddenly realized this, and immediately roared in his heart: "No! I am me, I don't want to be a real devil! Never!"
Ye Xiang's will crazily dispersed the picture in front of him. He didn't know how long it had passed. Suddenly, he noticed Earl Wallace in the mirror in front of him. His expression was completely different from his!
"Stop, Wallace..." Ye Xiang yelled at him in his heart: "I'm not you! I don't want to be controlled by you! Yihang, Wenyin and the others... I want to save them..."
But it didn't work.
Nothing works.
Ye wanted to feel that Wallace had completely merged with him. And Ye Xiang could also read all of Wallace's memories, as well as... his soul!