It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

When the others saw Lu Yuan appear, they couldn't help but feel the same fear as before.

Thinking of his cold murderous intent and almost out-of-control state, she no longer wanted to stay a moment longer.

He who knows the times is a hero, and everyone tactfully left the church one after another.

Chen Wangya took a deep breath, endured the pain in her leg, stood up with the help of the bench, and moved out of the church with a bit of haste and caution.

After a while, Lu Yuanshi and Xiao Huai were the only ones left in the huge church.

In the shadows, Lu Yuanshi looked at him quietly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"If you don't leave, are you waiting to die?"

Xiao Huai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, glanced at Lu Yuanshi nonchalantly, and replied lightly: "How could that be? I just think it's interesting to be with you."

The tone was joking and light, making it hard to understand.

Lu Yuanshi raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't quite understand.

However, Xiao Huai quickly added, "Since the rule is to leave before ten o'clock, and it's only a little after nine, why should I leave so early?"

His eyes wandered around the church, casually, yet with a bit of scrutiny of the environment.

A trace of inquiry flashed across Lu Yuanshi's eyes, and he whispered, "I've always been here, aren't you afraid of me?"

Xiao Huai paced casually in the church, his expression calm, and answered nonchalantly: "You hate corpses so much, you probably won't do it casually."

The church was silent. After a moment, Xiao Huai faintly heard a very light laugh coming from Lu Yuanshi's direction. It sounded like a smile of helplessness and a little surprise.

Lu Yuanshi shook his head and sighed, "You novelists are all weird, especially you."

The simple conversation was like a tacit confrontation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Huai turned his head and looked at Lu Yuanshi for a moment, his eyes deep and indifferent.

Lu Yuanshi's words caught his attention.

You novelists

The meaning of this title is not simple, but Xiao Huai did not ask directly. He just looked at Lu Yuanshi with a smile.

But he didn't look for long and continued to do his business. He looked around the church. Dust was filled in the air and it was as quiet as an abandoned ancient monument. It didn't seem like a place where anyone would come.

What is the meaning of the priest's existence in such a place?

Suddenly, Xiao Huai asked, "Where do you live?"

Lu Yuanshi was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting him to ask such a question.

Normal people would probably ask him about things in the church, but few would ask about his private life.

He stood there without saying a word, seemingly unwilling to answer.

But Xiao Huai didn't care, and added lightly: "Don't worry, even if I knew where you lived, I wouldn't be so tactless as to disturb you."

Xiao Huai's words carried a hint of provocation, like an unintentional provocation. Lu Yuanshi finally said calmly, "Inside."

After he finished speaking, Xiao Huai lowered his eyes, hiding the smile in his eyes.

As the time was approaching ten o'clock, he stopped and thought about something. It would be more appropriate to continue the exploration tomorrow.

Just as he was about to leave, Lu Yuanshi's voice was heard in the silence of the church.

"Don't come over if you have nothing to do. Stay away from here."

Xiao Huai's back paused slightly, and he chuckled, "I'm quite interested. I want to see what other secrets this church holds."

As if he suddenly thought of something, he turned around and added while looking at Lu Yuan:

"However, the priest's secret may be even more interesting."

After Xiao Huai finished speaking, he turned around and left without any reluctance, his steps steady, as if he didn't care what would happen behind him, nor did he care that Lu Yuan was staring at him.

His back gradually walked away and disappeared in the dim light and shadow.

Lu Yuanshi watched him leave, his hand raised involuntarily, staring at the palm of his hand, as if inadvertently revealing a hint of expectation.

For a moment he might have wished that this person could stay a little longer, just a moment longer.

However, when the ten o'clock bell rang coldly, the atmosphere in the church suddenly changed.

Bursts of shrill screams were heard from the darkness, and the heart-wrenching sounds echoed all around, like the regret and despair that had been suppressed for a long time by countless wandering souls.

"I was wrong...I was wrong..."

Lu Yuanshi stood there, watching everything indifferently. The cries of the wronged souls did not cause any disturbance in his ears, just like routine whispers.

And his gaze was still on the direction where Xiao Huai left.

Following the figure that has disappeared.

----

As the clock struck ten, the system's prompt echoed coldly in every corner of the hall.

"The main quest is being announced: Starting tomorrow, every player must go to the church and confess daily. Please note that the content of your confession must be true and accurate. If you confess a sin that is not your fault, you will be severely punished."

They both knew in their hearts that this was no ordinary task.

If it has to be their own sin, it means they have to find their own sin first.

The system then added:

"Please rest well, everyone. The rooms on the second floor have been prepared for you. If you wish, you may dine in the hall."

Before he finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but look at the dinner placed in the center of the hall.

Still the dishes were rotten and infested with maggots.

No one wanted to touch these so-called foods.

Xiao Huai walked up to the second floor and felt an invisible sense of oppression. There was a wooden nameplate hanging on every door in the corridor, with the identity label of each player written on it.

Qi Can pushed open the door of his room, and the moment he looked inside, the smile on his lips froze slightly.

In the middle of the room lay a charred corpse, emitting a burning smell.

He pinched his nose and said with a smile, "It's okay." He seemed unaffected and remained nonchalant.

At the same time, Zheng Wenshan pushed open the door and was shocked by the scene before him.

In the middle of the room stood a huge treasure chest, half-open, filled with jewels and gold and silver ornaments. However, beneath the jewels lay a pale skeleton, covered in jewels that glowed with a cold light.

He stared at the scene in front of him, frowned slightly, and then closed the door coldly.

Zhao Yihe's room was filled with the smell of formaldehyde. Various organs were soaked in glass bottles and hung around the room, as if watching everyone who entered at any time.

The air was filled with a foul smell. He snorted lightly, showing no reaction to it and instead looking indifferent.

The moment Chen Wangya pushed open the door, she was choked by the smell of corruption that hit her in the face.

The walls of the room were scratched and covered with chaotic words and symbols.

She frowned and looked around, her intuition guiding her to the back of the room. At that moment, a pain in her leg made her half-bend to the ground. She raised her head slightly and saw...