There are too many suspects.

Ye Mingyu knocked on the table and looked at the twenty-four suspects on the paper, falling into deep thought.

Who is the most likely?

If nothing else, of course it is the saint herself.

If the nineteenth generation of saints were the seventh generation of undead monarchs, many things could be explained.

Why did she suddenly learn and why did she conspire with the undead?

And think of that cemetery...

Ye Mingyu always suspected that this cemetery was an important foreshadowing!

As the sacred place of the Blue Empire, the bodies of saints of all generations are buried?

Even if you think throwing it into the crematorium will pollute the air, you can throw the ashes into the sea.

It is obvious that the nineteenth generation wanted to use their bodies to do something shameful.

But how to further determine?

Ye Mingyu decided to log in to the Weak Mutual Aid Post again.

After skillfully preparing the picture, he did not send a private message to the boss "Drowned Three Thousands", but chose to open a post to the town building:

"If you don't understand, just ask the series. I have a friend who recently encountered a little trouble. He suspected that his boss was not a human being. How should he test it?"

The astringent picture prepared this time has a very powerful effect.

Perhaps it also has something to do with the time period.

Soon a group of veteran drivers gathered under the post.

Unfortunately, it is not a meaningful answer.

"You little chicken, you are so hot, you're so hot that you're at level 15. You're still a face that calls yourself a newbie, and you're so hot!"

"This question is very valuable. I think it can not only arouse broad thinking from the society, but also inspire the ignorant era. Experience plus three, say goodbye."

“Experience plus three.”

"Add three."

"The picture is great, I'm so excited, I've thanked."

The post was pushed up on the homepage. After about ten minutes, a big guy was finally @ed in.

Another little bar owner!

The ID is very domineering, and it is not an ordinary person at first glance. It is called "the leader of the Apocalypse Church".

"I probably already understand this. How could such a problem occur in reality? Xiaocaiji is sticking again, and I will ban you next time." said the leader.

This is slander!

What does it mean? As a good young man, how could he agree with the flood?

Ye Mingyu dared not neglect and quickly argued:

"I didn't have a water sticker this time, and there was a real problem. My friend is very anxious now and is crying in a hurry."

"Isn't this friend yourself?" Someone asked a question.

"No, it's really not me. I've said that I'm a friend. Please help me think about it. What should I do at this time?"

"Are you guessing what race the boss is?" the leader replied on the tenth floor.

"The Undead Clan." Ye Mingyu replied.

"Well, if it were me, I would use divination techniques or something. After all, I am a fortune teller, but if it was a little chicken, this method would definitely not work. Can I get some item or body parts of the boss?" said the leader.

"And what? If so, what can I do?"

"You know the Apocalypse Church. I am the one in it. I have learned this kind of spell and can determine races from a distance. Just leave the rest to me."

Ah this?

The sudden surprise drowns Ye Mingyu.

Is this the spirit of the boss?

Even if you are thousands of miles away and can only communicate through the Internet, you must use this domineering vocal cord to shout out in that invisible land: "Leave it to me!"

"Then please take care of me."

Ye Mingyu posted a spoof picture of PY transactions and turned off the host.

Sleep with peace of mind.

When I woke up, it was already nine o'clock the next day, and there was only the sound of Lu Xiaoxi wiping the floor with a vacuum cleaner in the room.

She was wearing a maid outfit and was both dedicated to her. She also controlled the washing machine at the same time. The drum was turned "lululu" and then the dirty clothes were thrown dry.

Lu Xiaoxi saw Ye Mingyu open his eyes, leaning the vacuum cleaner against the wall, and bowed slightly:

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Ye Mingyu yawned, suddenly remembered what the boss said last night and asked:

"Xiaoxi, does your Apocalypse Church have a spell that can determine other people's race?"

"Yes, but you have to be face-to-face to test it successfully," Lu Xiaoxi nodded, "Do you want me to help with the test?"

"This is not necessary. I just asked, by the way, you said you can only test it in person. Is there any exception?"

"Exception, I heard... the teacher can do divination tests, and there are also several powerful senior brothers who can do it, but I can't."

He is really the boss of the Apocalypse Church!

Ye Mingyu suddenly felt that the lowly name of the "Eternal Holy Lord" sounded much more friendly.

It seems that it is also a good god to cultivate a bunch of useful believers.

If you are lucky enough to meet in the future, you will have a few meals to enhance your relationship.

"Is there any problem, master?" Lu Xiaoxi picked up the vacuum cleaner.

"It's gone."

"Then I'll ask something," Lu Xiaoxi pointed to the washing machine, "Your underwear, I'll help you..."

"No need! I can do it myself!"

Ye Mingyu's idea of ​​stopping Lu Xiaoxi from danger.

Although in various senses, in addition to the clumsy factors, Lu Xiaoxi is a qualified maid.

But she is too qualified.

"I'll go out later, you clean it slowly,"

Ye Mingyu hurriedly put on his coat and walked out of the room quickly, as if he had forgotten something. He then looked out from behind the door frame to remind him, and said in a terrifying tone:

"Don't touch the locked cabinet and USB flash drive, don't touch it, there is a yellow demon sealed inside!"

"Yellow Demon?"

Lu Xiaoxi was so scared that he threw away the vacuum cleaner, retreated to the corner, staring at the cabinets and USB flash drives vigilantly.

Ye Mingyu continued to use a scary tone and said slowly:

"Yes, everything inside can destroy thousands of lives with a piece of paper towel, but don't be afraid, the yellow demon has been sealed, as long as you don't touch it, there's no problem."

"I know...I know." Lu Xiaoxi replied nervously.

"Well, clean it slowly, I'm out."

After Ye Mingyu finished washing up, he ate a few slices of bread, stole a box of Ye Yezi's milk, put on his shoes and left.

It is probably difficult to get the hair or nails from the saint.

Let's set a small goal first:

Get the Saint's personal belongings.

For the Saint, there is nothing more close to the body than underwear.

As long as you get the underwear of the 19th generation of Saints, all problems will be solved!

Perhaps the above behavior sounds a bit perverted, but perverted is just an appearance!

A true warrior always hides flames in his heart. Even if he is misunderstood, he must move forward bravely!

"Is Lord Ye here?"

As soon as he left the residence outside the temple, a team of fully armed court wizards surrounded Ye Mingyu.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Mingyu secretly took out his staff.
To be continued...