Daring! She cheated in the thriller game

"Yes." Long Shiqing nodded and said, "After using the formation, a huge formation eye will appear in the sky. It looks like a real eye... That eye will absorb the power in the copy. The scene is really too terrifying. I don't want this kind of power!"

Long Shiqing's description was exactly the same as what Yu Lan saw in Cezanne's manor. She was full of thoughts, and after thinking for a long time, she asked, "Is your president's last name Huang?"

Long Shiqing looked at Yu Lan in surprise and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, Huang Zhiming, although he looks very young, but I don't know why I always see a strange sense of disharmony in him, as if..."

"The age doesn't match, the appearance doesn't match, and the identity doesn't match." Yu Lan paused and asked, "Is it this kind of incoordination?"

"Yes!" Long Shiqing also reacted at this time: "Xiao Yu, is there something wrong with our president?"

"It's a big problem." Yu Lan smiled and didn't continue the topic. She touched Long Shiqing's head and comforted her: "Thank you for the message you brought me. You came to see me specially, right? Thank you for your concern."

A simple thank you dissipated Long Shiqing's long-standing guilt and uneasiness. She vaguely realized that something was wrong with the guild. She wanted to leave but didn't know where to go. After all, the guild was a great shelter for newcomers like her. Without the shelter, it would be difficult for her to survive in the game world.

These pressures forced her to obey the guild's orders, which made Long Shiqing more and more silent and confused.

Fortunately, she saw Yu Lan at this time, and her presence soothed her heart very well.

Long Shiqing calmed down a little, she raised her head and looked at Yu Lan seriously: "Xiao Yu, do you want to know the information about this copy? I can tell you everything. I can do anything for you."

Yu Lan felt a little warm in her heart. She smiled and patted Long Shiqing's head: "You don't need to do anything for me, you just need to do something for yourself."

Although Long Shiqing did not explain what happened to her after they separated, Yu Lan could sense her inner uneasiness. Yu Lan held Long Shiqing until she calmed down a little, then she turned on the flashlight again to check the things on the table.

As Yu Lan looked at it, she asked Long Shiqing, "Is this my old dress? Did the person who asked you to deliver it tell you anything?"

Long Shiqing nodded and whispered, "The bishop asked me to watch you put on the goddess's clothes, that's all. But before I went in, I heard the conversation between the archbishop and the bishop. They said they would lock you up here for several days and wait until you have a mental breakdown before taking action."

Yu Lan's fingers gently stroked the chasuble sent by the archbishop. It was a piece of top-quality material, dyed bright red, with some patterns embroidered with gold thread on it, which looked like the sun, stars and the moon. Yu Lan shook the garment open and found that it was a long robe with an inverted five-pointed star embroidered on the back of the cloak, and eyes densely packed in the middle.

Yu Lan looked at the inverted five-pointed star thoughtfully. She remembered that the pattern of the new god was also an eye. Was there any connection between the two?

Long Shiqing looked at the pattern on the cloak and looked at Yu Lan worriedly: "Xiao Yu, this dress..."

"It's nothing, just a piece of clothing." Yu Lan shrugged indifferently, put the cloak aside and started to change clothes.

Under the cloak was a pure white dress. Yu Lan changed into the white dress and then put on the cloak. When she put on the hood, the pattern on the back of the cloak appeared in full view of Long Shiqing. The moment she saw the pattern, she was a little dazed, and it seemed that she heard the miserable roars of many people in her ears.

Yu Lan also heard some voices, but she only heard one person's voice. The owner of the voice seemed to be a child, and he called out someone's name in a sad and low voice.

"Philos..."

"What?" Long Shiqing asked in confusion, and then told about the auditory hallucination she had just heard.

"No, nothing." Yu Lan shook her head, then tilted her head and asked, "Whose scream did you hear?"

Long Shiqing thought for a moment and said, "There were many people, both men and women, adults and children... and they didn't shout at the same time, but one after another, just like..."

"The scream before death, the scream before death after killing one after another?"

Although she didn't want to admit it, Long Shiqing did have this feeling. Her face didn't look good, so she asked: "Xiao Yu, do you know what this is?"

"Ha." Yu Lan laughed, but her expression was very cold: "Religion, sacrifice, screaming, I think you should have the answer in your heart."

Human sacrifice.

Long Shiqing's face turned pale instantly. This was the news she least wanted to know.

"Take it easy. This is a game world. The minimum requirement here is that you are not the one who dies." Yu Lan adjusted her clothes, holding a magnolia hairpin in her hand.

She patted Long Shiqing on the shoulder and said softly: "Okay, you have completed your 'mission', and now I need you..."

Yu Lan possessed Long Shiqing and whispered a few words in her ear. After listening, Long Shiqing nodded firmly: "Don't worry, I will complete the task!"

Yu Lan curled up the corners of her mouth. Her mature face after the disguise made her smile look more reassuring: "I believe you. Be careful. Goodbye."

After receiving Yu Lan's encouragement, Long Shiqing left the room. The heavy iron door was slowly closed and the room returned to darkness.

Yu Lan pulled her hair up loosely, then took out the boxes of holy relics that she had been eager to use since she put on the vestments. She placed the boxes on the bed, holding her chin, hesitating whether to open them.

Black fog that is invisible to ordinary people continuously pours out from the cracks in the box, which means that the seal on the box is about to be broken, and if this continues, the things inside will come out sooner or later.

After thinking for a while, Yu Lan decided to open the box.

At this moment, an almost transparent hand suddenly appeared and pressed on the box, preventing Yu Lan from opening the box.

Yu Lan wanted to look up to see who it was, and then she felt some weight on her head, and another hand pressed on her head.

A nearly silent sigh came from above her head. Yu Lan frowned and asked in confusion, "Are you... the spirit that resides in the little paper man?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Lan felt the hand on her head flick her head, and the owner of the hand sighed again: "No, I am the spirit living in you."

On me? Now it was Yu Lan's turn to be confused. She wanted to look up at the owner of the hand, but the hand above her head pressed her down.

"Don't look at it. Everyone has two eyes and one nose." The owner of the hand patted Yu Lan's head, then drew a vague pattern on the top of the box with his other hand, and asked, "Can you follow me?"

Yu Lan perked up. Why couldn't she do this? If she couldn't do this, wouldn't she be unworthy of the title of the first person in the metaphysical world? She also knew the intention of the hand owner at this time, and said excitedly: "Come on!"

The owner of the hand snapped his fingers, smiled and said "good boy", then drew strange patterns one after another in the air. Yu Lan took a closer look and found that these were all sealing formations, but some of the strokes were slightly changed, making these formations a little out of place.

With doubts, Yu Lan tried to draw it and used the magic power of the old god. As a result, the seal was successful. The box that was constantly emitting black mist became safe and stable, as if nothing had happened.

Yu Lan couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise. "Oh my god, what a genius! I thought that changing the strokes of the formation would affect the sealing effect, but I didn't expect that this was changed to adapt to the magic power of the old gods. If the strokes were not changed, the formation would definitely fail... It's really a genius!"

"Hehe~" The owner of the hand snorted complacently, and she pointed at the other boxes: "The rest are left to you. It's not that I don't allow you to open them, but now is not the time."

"Really?" Yu Lan asked doubtfully while drawing a sealing formation.

“Yes.” The owner of the hand paused and said, “It’s okay if you want to open it, as long as you can withstand the wrath of the evil god. But if I tell you, you will definitely die without leaving any trace.”

The owner of the hand spoke in a light tone, but Yu Lan got goose bumps when she heard it. She shrugged, her curiosity instantly gone: "Then I won't open it."

"Hehe~" The owner of the hand hummed with a smile: "Good boy."

Yu Lan was concentrating on sealing the holy relic. After she finished drawing the formation, she looked up subconsciously, only to find that there was no one in front of her.

No one knew where the spirit had gone, and neither had the paper figure.

Yu Lan shrugged and said, forget it, just focus on doing your own thing first.

The white-haired woman who was brought back to the Red Church was locked in a silent, dark room for three days.

During these three days, Lucius and his companions who had infiltrated the Red Church did not forget their mission.

Although Lucius is a player, completing the S-level copy mission and leaving here is very important, but what is more important is the task assigned to them by their guild president. This is very important. The president of the Red Guild even promised him that if this task is completed, he will give him the position of vice president.

This is the vice president! A position above everyone else! Lucius was excited when he thought about the scene of him being able to call the shots after becoming the vice president.

He cleared his throat, interrupting his fantasy, then stood up and walked over to a nearby believer to talk to him.

In his hand, he was holding the wine he bought in the Red Shadow City. The Red Robe Cultists who had lived under the rocky forest for a long time had no chance to drink the wine, not to mention that this was good and very expensive wine.

The red-robed cultist took the good wine brought by Lucius with a smile, called a few brothers, and found a place where there was no patrol to drink.

After three rounds of drinks, everyone started talking more.

"Brother, aren't you a believer of the new god? Why are you here?" One of the red-robed believers burped and narrowed his eyes, still showing distrust towards Lucius.

Lucius smiled bitterly and couldn't help cursing his teammates in his heart.

Their team was suspected by the NPCs because of their betrayal of the new god. No one dared to assign important tasks to them. Except for Long Shiqing who was taken away by the bishop because of her talent, all the others were reduced to doing odd jobs. How could Lucius swallow this?

He sighed and shook his head helplessly: "Stop talking, I really can't stand it. You don't know how cruel the new gods are. They have to do penance every day. It's okay for us little guys, but those believers who joined earlier than us are miserable. They have to work with thorns on their backs every day, kowtow around the city, and be whipped... They call it atonement, but I think it's more like torture."

They had also heard about what the New God's followers had done. After hearing this, the Red Cultist couldn't help but patted Lucius on the shoulder with sympathy: "Then you have come to the right place. Now you know what the situation is... The Archbishop said that we don't have to do it like before. We just need to hand in sacrifices every month."

"Sacrifice? What sacrifice?" Lucius asked curiously.

The red-robed cultist sitting opposite him was drunk and spoke with a lisp, but Lucius could still hear him clearly: "As for the sacrifice, it must be people, of course. People with black hair, the more the better!"

"Black hair..." Lucius widened his eyes in surprise and couldn't help but touch the wide hat on his head. The clothes of the red robe believers were similar, and the hat on their heads could cover most of their heads, without revealing any hair.

He was now very afraid that his hood was not wrapped tightly enough. After all, most Chinese people had black hair. If he was exposed now, would he be captured as a sacrifice by these red-robed believers in front of him?

This thought made him shudder. He didn't dare to think about it any further, but he had to stay here.

Another red-robed believer took a big sip of wine, then couldn't help but sighed, "Oh, it's difficult. There are not many people with black hair to begin with, let alone in recent years."

Lucius covered his lower face, thinking. He looked at the people in front of him and made sure they were drunk before asking, "Do you know why they arrested the black-haired man?"

A red-robed cultist smiled. He squinted at Lucius but said nothing. Just when Lucius thought he was about to be exposed, the other party spoke up: "You are not from the city, are you?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Lucius nodded quickly and said, "I'm from the outer city. I don't know what's going on in the main city."

As he spoke, he took out another pot of wine and filled it for the red robed believers. Smelling the aroma of the wine in the cup, the red robed believers smiled with satisfaction, and their smiles also carried a hint of contempt for the people from outside the city.