I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Looking back, he saw that Patrick also looked dazed, so he quickly grabbed his arm and shouted, "Hey, don't be hallucinated."

He shook his body and said, "Ah, cousin, I seemed to have seen Miss Edith just now. She looks so much like Miss Edith. Shouldn't we treat her like this?" Patrick seemed a little reluctant.

"You focus your divine power on your eyes."

"Oh." Although he didn't know what his cousin meant, he still did it, but he saw that the woman in front of him changed instantly, "Ah, how could this happen?"

"These are the tricks that the Dream Cult only knows how to play." Ernest snorted coldly.

Morey seemed unaffected. "Mass hallucination? Don't worry about it."

"Oh, it seems that these people have nothing to love in their hearts. Naturally, they don't understand the taste of love. How can they understand the true meaning of books?" The corners of the woman's mouth curled up slightly, and she struggled again, but the green vines were still as strong as before.

Morey frowned, "What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing. I've already told you that I just can't stand them. Just kill me and their illusion will naturally disappear." The woman said nonchalantly and winked at Morey.

"What conspiracy does the Dream Cult have?"

"No, I did it all by myself. Do you think that if the cult were to attack you, they would send someone as incompetent as me?" The woman looked tired of being tied up like this. "Hurry up and do it. I'm anxious to return to the embrace of the goddess of dreams."

Morey snorted coldly and retracted his spear. "Although I don't know what you are planning, I will never let you get what you want."

"Oh? So you're just going to watch those beautiful young ladies from the God's Kingdom die in their dreams?" The woman showed a provocative smile, "If you stay in the dream for three days, you will never wake up again."

Phil Gray thought that Miss Sheila had been in a coma for two days. If this woman was not lying, she might not wake up soon. Thinking of this, he looked at Morey worriedly.

Morey's hand holding the spear was shaking a little. It was not that he didn't dare to kill this woman, but if there was someone else behind the scenes after killing her, then the clue would be cut off.

"What's the matter? I don't mind letting those ladies explore the way for me before I die. The road leading to the abyss of the dead is very dark." The woman raised her chin and looked at Morey proudly.

"Eye of Destiny——"

Phil Gray looked at the woman. He wanted to try whether the Eye of Destiny could get any useful information.

The long river of destiny began to flow slowly.

A younger version of the woman appeared before his eyes. She was dressed very gorgeously and had a white gauze hat on her head. She seemed to be a noble lady. He saw the woman resting her head on the shoulder of a young man with a very happy look on her face.

Looking at the young man again, he looked almost the same as Peter in the book she wrote.

Could it be that the stories in the book come from her own experience?

Then he saw the woman marrying another man, a man with a blurry face. This man must not be very important in her memory, so he could not see clearly.

Then she ran to a wooden house in tears in her white wedding dress. She pushed open the door and saw the young man lying on the ground with his body already rotted.

Phil Gray was shocked. The corpse looked so hideous. It must have died in agony.

Then there was a scene of a woman crying in despair. Phil Gray frowned, and then he saw a man in a black cloak standing behind the woman and extending his hand to her.

Unfortunately, the scene ended here, so he was unable to see who the man in the black cloak was and what he did to the woman, but it is certain that he should also be a member of the Dream Cult.

There's no useful information here, Phil Gray sighed.

Morey and the woman were still confronting each other. He was extremely hesitant and raised and put down his spear.

"Every second you delay, a young lady may die. The young ladies who bought my books were not just the ones you found out about. There were even earlier ones."

These words finally made Morey react. His spear went straight through the woman's white neck. Blood gushed out and seeped through her red dress, bright and dazzling.

The woman's lips moved slightly, as if she was saying something, her eyes were very focused, looking somewhere, there was a smile on her face, and her words "Peter, your Anna finally came to see you..." dissipated in the air.

Eli frowned, with a puzzled expression on his face, because he actually saw the Peter he saw yesterday in the direction of the woman's sight. Peter was also looking at the woman, with nostalgia and love filling his eyes.

Is it a ghost or an illusion?

Because no one else seemed to see it.

The woman's body fell to the ground. Peter, in the illusion, reached out his hand towards the woman, but his body turned into countless bubbles again.

"I'm going to see if those ladies have woken up. Please help me deal with her body." Morey said to them and left in a hurry.

"Okay." Phil Gray and others nodded.

After Morey's figure disappeared, Ernest put away his sword and walked towards the body. "Let me drag her away. Where do you think about burying her?"

"and many more!"

Phil Gray suddenly thought of something. "Well, I think dragging her out like this will definitely scare ordinary people, so I'll just put her in my space first. As for her whereabouts, after all, she's dead, and everything in the past has disappeared. Let's bury her in the cemetery in Baiju District."

"That's right." Ernest nodded.

Her body was covered in blood. Phil Gray turned his eyes away and put her into the space stone with fear.

"You two should go back and help Captain Morey first. Eli and I will go to the cemetery."

"Okay." Ernest hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Patrick said, "Cousin, then you have to protect yourself."

"it is good."

Eli gave a strange smile.

Got on the carriage to Baiju District Cemetery.

A silver dagger appeared in Eli's palm, with lines engraved on it, forming a complex pattern that was extremely delicate.

"Here, I guess you need this now?" Eli handed over the dagger.

"What?" Phil Gray decided to pretend he didn't understand.

"Didn't you need the right hand of a deceased person before?" Eli blinked. "This woman's hand is so white and tender, doesn't it meet your requirements?"

"Well, would it be a bad idea to cut off her hand?" Phil Gray was actually hesitant. Although he had already planned this and asked Eli to come along just because of this matter, he had been on Earth for so long after all. It was still hard for him to accept cutting off the hand of someone who had just been alive. He didn't expect Eli to see through his intention at a glance.