In the church hall where they gathered, solemnity surged in the darkness.
"You want to regret it?"
Lu Li calmly looked directly at the woman in the upper throne.
"But the first thing you did didn't take much effort, right?" Saint Elena asked.
…
The clouds are moving.
The cold current that has crossed over the deciduous mountains will reach the ruins of Belfast soon. Now is the last time when it is neither too cold nor too hot.
However, in the early morning, you can still feel the chill in the basement.
This coldness gradually dissipates as it gets closer to the bottom of the basement, and turns warmer. The stronger burning smell makes people feel like something is burning in the basement.
An oil lamp, a desk, and books piled in the corner. A silhouette sat in front of the table, wearing loose and lightweight work clothes, with long light gray hair tied into a ponytail.
Everything seemed normal, except for the charred outline itself wrapped in clothes and wig.
"New...candidates..."
A hoarse, weird, low noise like a stick stirring a stove came out of the burnt wraith, and she spoke without raising her head.
"You...are still unwilling...to give up...these books...?"
The charred wraith grabbed the quill and lowered her head to write something seriously. Her consciousness was very logical, but her throat burned by the flames restricted her language function.
"Sit... across from me. I'll... finish it soon..."
The charred resentful spirit let out a sigh, like a strange sound made by blowing through a rugged cave.
Lu Li sat in the chair opposite her and recalled the details of the test.
The Twisted Church once asked for help from the Vine Church and tried to drain the question bank of resentful souls by relying on numbers. But they all failed.
In the former, followers of the Vine Church don't know any more than in the Twisted Church, unless the prophet goes there in person. The latter failed because the Blackened Wraith never repeated the test.
Although they could kill the Blackened Wraith to obtain the books, they did not do so.
She is a rare spirit with human reason. If possible, joining the Twisted Church is a good choice.
According to the experience compiled by the previous losers, the Burnt Wraith will produce some basic knowledge that belongs to human beings. About geography, history, or daily knowledge.
Cultists who have lost their past memories are not good at this.
So just like Saint Elena said, this is a very suitable thing for Lu Li to do.
"I hope... this time when you go back... you can... tell others... not to come again before you are truly... knowledgeable..."
After writing the last paragraph, the charred wraith stopped his quill and put it in the ink bottle, raised his head, and paused.
Her empty eyes stared blankly at Lu Li, as if observing him.
"Will you... marry me...?"
Waves of heat came out from the body of the charred resentful spirit that suddenly released its breath, and its tone became anxious.
"Is this a question?" Lu Li asked.
"no……"
"Won't."
"Yes, the topic..."
"No way."
"Why……"
The test seemed to become strange, but Lu Li continued to answer.
"I have a lover."
The heat emanating from the charred resentful spirit is like a flickering flame: "She... is stronger than me...?"
"She is an evil spirit."
After a brief silence, the charred resentful spirit, focusing on another point, asked hoarsely: "You... don't hate... ghosts?"
"Um."
"The book...is yours."
The charred resentful spirit calmed down the heat and stood up, indicating that Lu Li had passed the test.
"Me too."
So just like Saint Elena said, this is a very suitable thing for Lu Li to do.
…
"That's our business."
Lu Li ignored Saint Elena's sophistry: "As agreed, tell me the information about the girl's shadow."
"After completing the second and last thing, I will tell you."
Saint Elena left her throne and looked down at everyone in the hall with her shocking fluorescent eyes.
No one was frightened, even Pusius raised his neck and stared at the saint in front of the throne.
"I... don't like... people who don't keep their promises... and inhumans."
Hoarse whispers followed the burning smell.
Saint Elena stopped talking, just watched quietly, and suddenly shattered like a bubble.
In front of the throne where Saint Elena disappeared, an illusory figure in a long dress stood there, almost fading away, with a distorted face, inducing fear and disgust in people's hearts.
It was still the familiar outline of Lu Li.
The book elf I once met in a real library.
A thin silhouette wrapped in a black robe walked into the hall and whispered to them softly.
…
"Strange evil spirit, please tell me why you came."
A vague and terrifying figure appeared above the evil candle, fiercely confronting the evil spirit that broke into the church.
The girl's shadow did not answer. She walked outside the church and merged into the shadow of a believer guarding the church.
"experiment."
The shadow of the girl who replaced the believer controlled the body and whispered back...
Everything on the throne was twisted and folded like a broken lens, and the terrifying aura caused the evil candle ghosts to scream and dissipate.
As if the space was shattered, whispers came from around the throne: "You killed...my residents."
The believers who heard the words of the twisted figure had blood oozing from their pupils, and the tentacles under their cloaks swung wildly, retreating in pain, away from the church.
Listening to the whispers of the gods can cause them to twist and go crazy.
"They don't believe in you, but since you don't like it..."
The shadow of the girl left the body of the believer, but the dead believer came back to life.
"How did you do that?"
The anger quietly dissipated, and the broken space around the throne converged inward.
"experiment."
"I should have been angry...but I hope you can help me with this power." The folded and shattered space returned to its original state, leaving only the twisted figure in front of the throne whispering.
"oh?"
"Resurrect...my sister."
"Okay. But I want to possess you, get all your memories, and reshape her in your memory."
"good."
"You believe me?"
The girl's shadow tilted her head slightly.
"I don't believe it, I just want to resurrect my sister."
"...Who would believe in an evil spirit except him." The girl's shadow whispered to herself, walking gracefully towards the throne. "Don't resist. For the sake of not making me feel disgusted here...I will help you."
…
"Please forgive my sister for being unreasonable."
The thin believer conveyed the oracle that replaced the twisted figure that appeared in front of the new throne: "Long time no see, investigator."
Perhaps it is the "familiar person" that the eternal dreamer mentioned.
Lu Li remained silent, waiting for the twisted figure to tell everything.
"The real Saint Elena is trapped in the Whirlpool... I just learned about this news not long ago. This is my request... I hope you can bring my sister back."
The twisted figure thinks that Lu Li can do it. I don't know if he believes in Lu Li or in the Ever Dreamer.
"Who is the saint we saw?" Lu Li asked.
"The substitute that an evil spirit helped me resurrect has some flaws, but it can make up for my longing."
The twisted figure answered softly.
"so."
Lu Li's dark eyes were not lowered, and there was no emotion on his calm face.
