After breakfast, Yafisol and Curtisino sat back at the round table after clearing away the tableware.
The house of Yafeisol is not big, the entrance is a large space, and there are no other compartments except for a separate bathroom.
A desk, a bookcase, a bed, a dining table, a few chairs, a kitchen, and nothing else.
A crimson blue round vase is placed on the milky white dining table, with bright red roses in full bloom.
There are no extra decorations or gorgeous decorations, but it is warm and bright everywhere.
Cousy looked enviously at this house that he hadn't been in for a long time. How long has it been since he entered Yafisol's house? Since he became a mid-level priest last year, he gradually began to distance himself from Yafesol. Although he still talked with Yafesol on the surface, he gradually looked down on this former friend in his heart.
Lowering his head in shame, Cousy regretted his own attitude of following others at that time.
Yafisol sat down and looked at Cousy, "Cousy, what do you want from me?"
Cousy raised his head suddenly, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment.
Yes, what is he doing here? By the way, come and apologize to Yafisol.
"Yafisol," Cousy said sincerely in a guilty tone, "I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, if it wasn't for my indiscriminate words, because my indiscriminate words almost hurt you."
Yafisol smiled: "It doesn't matter, the fact that I succeeded the next red-clothed archbishop as a low-level priest caused dissatisfaction among the priests. Even if you didn't come forward, other priests would come forward. Thanks too You, let me deter them."
"Yafisol..." Cousy's eyes were red and swollen, and he felt even more ashamed.
"Speaking of which, you swore to the true God yesterday, is your chest still hurting?" Yafisol changed the subject and asked Cousy.
"Ah, it's all right." Cousy blushed slightly, there were some things they all knew but couldn't disclose to the public, "It's strange to say that Olves comforted me with words for a while yesterday. There is no burning pain in my chest, not only that, I don’t even feel any pain at all.”
Yafisol frowned slightly when he heard this, and exchanged glances with Curtisino.
No pain
Can make a person feel no pain, is it a mental attack
That day, Curtisno attacked the blood emperor's body after seeing his soul leaving his body. Once the attached body dies, no matter how powerful the soul is, it will gradually die out because there is no container to carry it.
But from Cousy's words, things seemed to be different from what they imagined. The blood emperor's body was indeed dead, but the blood emperor occupied Olves' body and replaced him.
Curtisino's voice sounded in his mind at the right time, [I also guessed so, I didn't expect that the blood emperor had penetrated the book I left behind to such an extent. ]
Yafisol replied in his mind: [This will go on endlessly, even if Olves is killed, the blood emperor's soul will look for the next container, and if he hides by then, we will look for it again Without him, how can we get rid of the bottom line? ]
[Drawing from the bottom of the pot? ] Curtisno's voice paused in Yafesol's mind, and he replied, [I have a way, if the blood emperor can actively integrate his spirit into my mind, I can lock Hold his spirit and let him have nowhere to escape. ]
Yafisol's expression was slightly startled, [Will you be in danger? ]
[No, my mental strength is far above his, and it is no problem to take him down. But now there is a problem, how to lure the blood emperor to the bait? ]
[Don't worry, the Blood Emperor is not an idiot. The moment Olves fled, he should have known that he was wanted by the entire blood clan. His encroachment on Olves' body was probably premeditated, otherwise he would not have favored Olves all these years. Where did he favor Olves, he was clearly leaving a way out for himself. The Blood Emperor is used to the days of the stars and the moon, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. The Blood Emperor was probably getting tired of being a street rat, he must be thinking about how to find his next target. ]
Curtisno [hmm] in Yafisol's mind, [Baby, you're so smart, I can't get enough of you more and more. ]
Yafisol: ... Hey, can you stop getting into a tantrum when you are talking about business
Squeezing Curtisno's thoughts out of his mind, Yafesol suddenly reached out and grabbed Cousy's arm without warning, and twisted it hard, "Does it hurt?"
The arm was already a little red and swollen, but Cousy shook his head without changing his expression, "No pain, no feeling."
"You can't feel the pain, so how do you know whether you are in reality or a dream?" Yafisol thought for a while, then scratched his palm again, "Does it itch?"
Cousy's face showed a tangled expression, "Itch!"
Yafisol understood, and let go of Cousy's arm, "Cousy, there is something I think you need to know."
"There is an ability in this world called spiritual attack. Only one person in the blood race has this ability, and that is the blood emperor, or the blood emperor killed by Olves. Spiritual attack will corrode your brain and change your mind. Thoughts make you no longer you. At the highest level of spiritual attack, you can even separate your soul and lodge it in another person's body, killing that person's spirit and replacing it without anyone noticing. "
"Besides, I want to tell you another thing. The three of us walked together that day, how did Olves explain my disappearance?"
Cousy was stunned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but he still said calmly: "He said he didn't know where you went, and he couldn't see you when he opened his eyes."
"Oh, the fact is just the opposite." Yafisol sneered, "I woke up by accident that night and found that Olves was sucking your blood. I yelled at you a few times in an attempt to wake you up, but Ole Weiss' ability is too strong, you seem to have fallen into an unusual deep sleep. Not only that, he also used alchemy to summon evil spirits who wanted to tear me apart and eat me. Seeing that the situation was not right, I went to the deep forest At this moment, I was rescued by Curtisno. As you can see, Curtisno is indeed a blood race, six generations of blood race."
Yafei paused for a moment, and said seriously, "Cussy, this is related to Curtisino's safety in the human world. I hope you can keep this secret and don't tell anyone, is that okay?"
Cousy glanced between Yafesol and Curtisno, and asked: "Well, okay, I got it! But I still have an opinion that I don't understand. At that time, in the realm of the blood race, how did you hide it from the blood race? Become the seventh generation of blood? Could it be that you too... "
"No, I'm not." Yafisol glanced at Curtisno and smiled, "Thanks to Curtisno, he got me some blood from the seven generations of blood, and I smeared the blood on my body , it covered the breath of human beings, so it was able to hide it from the blood race."
Cousy nodded, suddenly realized, "I see."
Cousy's soul is now wandering between light and darkness. He grew up in the church since he was a child, and his soul was originally pure.
But it is because it is too pure that it is easier to be assimilated by darkness.
His current soul was gradually eroded by the blood emperor who had invaded Olves' body, his personality changed, and he was no longer Cousy.
But Cousy was not completely blackened, and he still retained his belief in light and worship of the true God deep in his heart.
Looking down at the table, the expression in Cousy's eyes was unpredictable.
Olves, Blood Emperor, Blood Emperor, Olves.
"What a good obedient boy, come on, let me give you a reward, so that it won't hurt."
"You don't feel pain, you don't feel any pain when there are wounds on your body."
The words of "Olves" came to mind like bewitching, kid? Olves never called himself "the kid," he just called himself "Cousy."
Huge uneasiness hit his heart, who was that man who was with him day and night
Although Alves was a vampire and possessed the ability of an alchemist, he never showed signs of mental attack before escaping from the vampire realm.
Cousy suddenly remembered the scene when he got along with Olves yesterday, and he doubted it yesterday too, didn't he
He suspected that Olves was not Olves, but before yesterday, he didn't know about mental attacks.
No, he knew it. In the church, there are introductions about the abilities of the blood emperor and prince of the blood clan, and the introduction of the blood emperor is a mental attack.
But why didn't he think about that? Thinking of his unusual behavior and temper prone to rage these days, Cousy became more and more panicked.
Could it be that I have been corrupted by mental attacks without knowing it
Swallowing his saliva, Cousy looked up at Yafesol and asked for help, "What do you want to express by saying these things?"
Yafisol sighed, "I just want to tell you that Alves is not your lover, not in the past, not now, and not in the future. You are pure in mind, but he is cunning and insidious. You are kind, but he is not good at killing people." Blink. Even if you are together, you will only be out of place, either he will be assimilated by you, or you will be assimilated by him. Do you have the confidence to assimilate him? No, before that, you are still sure that Olves is still Olves ?"
Cousy trembled all over, and Yafisol's warning was exactly what he was afraid of happening in his mind just now.
Is Olves Olves, or the Blood Emperor
The answer was ready to come out, Cousy thought of the frantic and desperate sex they had in the cave a few days ago, and when he thought of "Olves" penetrating him time and time again, he felt even more terrified in his heart.
He covered his mouth with tears in his eyes, and said in a panic: "Yafisol, I am no longer pure. I lied to the true God, and I even defiled my body. God, Yafesol, I What did you do?"
Yafisol glanced at Curtisno, who nodded, and quietly injected some mental power into Cousy's mind to calm him down.
Yafisol stood up and came behind Cousy, gently untied his scarf, and put his hands on his chest from behind, "Cousy, believe me, the body is just a container, as long as your heart remains unchanged, Then you are still the purest believer. The true God is tolerant, and instead of blaming you, he will comfort you. The body is not important, what matters is your words, deeds and actions. Thousands of years later, when we All the souls return to their hometown, and the body turns into a pile of loess. History will only record our deeds, our bodies in the past. Cousy, remember what I said today."