The Villain Saint is my secondary account

In the corner of the cell, several guards were holding down a girl and punching and kicking her, while another guard, his face flushed, was fiercely choking her slender neck.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Tu Chou was furious and led his men to rush forward, kicking the crazed guards aside.

Are these guards out of their minds?!

"Doctor, quickly check on that woman's condition! Please don't let her die!"

Tu Chou broke out in a cold sweat. He saw the glaring bruises on the girl's fair skin and her gradually unfocused pupils, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

"She has no pulse... President." The doctor gripped the girl's wrist and swallowed.

"Are you all crazy? Who gave you permission to hit her?!"

Tu Chou roared, but the guards who were being held down only looked on in fear, muttering to themselves as if possessed, "Kill her...kill her!!!"

"Damn it..." Tu Chou noticed that something seemed off about these guys. "Tie them up."

Although the guards were acting erratically, they did not put up any resistance when the players under Tu Chou tied them up.

He just stared tremblingly at the girl's lifeless body on the ground, repeatedly saying, "Kill her."

"What exactly happened?" Tu Chou slapped the several obsessed guards a few times, but it was to no avail. In the quiet dungeon, their mutterings echoed incessantly, making people feel quite uncomfortable.

The deed is done. If Dong Muge uses this as an excuse to accuse him of murdering the divine messenger, all his previous efforts will have been in vain.

He needs to think of a way...

"Damn it...you guys, find a sack, put this in, and find a place outside the city to bury it."

This woman can die anywhere, but she absolutely cannot die in his camp.

"Get rid of these crazy guards as well."

"Um...should we ask the red-named ones to handle it?" the deputy asked, puzzled.

"Are you stupid? How many more people do you want to know about this?" Tu Chou slapped his deputy on the back of the head. "Who among us knows about this woman in our dungeon?"

"Um... because of your request, boss, I took my brothers to pick up Wendao and the others last night. They were all our own people. The only other ones were Wendao and Miss."

"Alright." Tu Chou nodded. "That literary sword is...?"

"Oh, a red name, Wei Ming's deputy."

"So he also knows about the Sprout of Life?"

"Ah."

"Then let's deal with that guy too."

"clear."

Tu Chou narrowed his eyes, thinking that Dong Muge shouldn't even dream of using this trick to bring him down.

Chapter 120 Intimidation

After arranging everything, Tu Chou suddenly noticed a message popping up on his system panel.

[The die is cast: Boss, that woman who claims to be the messenger of life is here again, right at the door.]

"Damn, Dong Muge's arrival at this time is too coincidental, isn't it?"

No, that woman must have chosen this moment to come.

Tu Chou frowned. He couldn't let this guy go into the dungeon and find Yu Xue's body.

He hurriedly urged his men to act quickly, and they would quietly leave through the back door of the guild's headquarters later, while he himself took his second-in-command and left the dungeon first.

The remaining few had no choice but to stay in the dark dungeon, where they stuffed Yu Xue into a sack and began cleaning the bloodstains from the ground.

Several crazed guards, bound hand and foot, sat against the wall, muttering incessantly. After a while, even the normal players began to feel uneasy.

"I'm saying these guards... should we... deal with them first?"

“Indeed…” Several players put down the rags in their hands and drew their longswords from their waists.

But looking at the guards who were muttering to themselves with terrified expressions, they ultimately couldn't bring themselves to do it.

“Damn it… I can’t do this…” one player put down his sword. “They’re not even enemies. I can’t accept killing a few unarmed people like this.”

Several players fell silent.

Although I've been in this other world for almost two months, it's still a civilized society from Earth.

They might be selfish and self-serving in order to survive, but they are not like the guild leader Tu Chou and his trusted lieutenants who have a background in organized crime, nor are they like those red-named players who can kill without blinking an eye.

After they transmigrated, they mostly dealt with monsters. The few battles they did fight against humans were mostly group fights, where they would stop short of engaging in combat.

It is ultimately difficult for them to kill several unresisting living people without hesitation.

This can be seen as a microcosm of most players today.

"How about... how about we carry the bodies out first, and we'll figure out what to do with these people later?"

"But won't the chairman get angry?"

“Then we’ll say that if we take so many people out at once, we might get discovered…” one player swallowed hard and thought to himself, “Anyway, they’re crazy and won’t reveal anything.”

Several players felt that the reason was somewhat far-fetched, but they were helpless and couldn't get over their mental hurdle.

"Then you go and carry this sack."

"Huh? Why am I the one carrying you!?"

"I've already given you suggestions!"

"Stop arguing, can't we take turns carrying it? Whoever doesn't carry it will be responsible for burying it later..."

After some discussion, the players decided that one of the shorter guys would carry the sack on his back.

Feeling the heavy weight on his shoulders, the player kept repeating to himself, "It's just an item, it's just an item," as he followed the other players through the dark corridor.

I don't know if it's psychological, but when I came here I didn't feel the walk was very long, but now it feels incredibly long.

The unlucky guy responsible for carrying the sacks was even more nervous.

He had seen dead people before, but for some reason, in this gloomy atmosphere, listening to the mutterings of the insane guards in the distant cell, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Hey, is this corridor really that long?"

Finally, unable to bear the prolonged silence any longer, he spoke up and asked.

But strangely, no one responded to him.

"Hey, I'm asking you a question!"

Are you all deaf???

No one responded, but the group continued to move forward silently.

The player's legs had started to tremble slightly; he sensed something was wrong, but he didn't dare to stay alone.

The light from the oil lamp cast the shadows of the group on the wall. He turned his head slightly and watched the black figure in front of him move forward step by step, the movements so synchronized, like puppets with fixed instructions.

He recalled a rumor he had heard in his hometown when he was a child, which said that if you were in the wilderness at night, you should not follow those groups that suddenly emerged from the jungle, because they were ghost soldiers going to the spirit world.

Although the rumor is from a completely different world than the one he is in now, people always connect what is happening to their past experiences.

This rich imagination also made the player increasingly tense.

And just then, he suddenly felt a cold hand pat his shoulder.

The player turned around abruptly as if electrocuted, only to see a pale-faced girl peeking out of the sack and giving him a faint smile.

"are you awake?"

The poor guy didn't even get a chance to scream before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

……

"Huh?" Ella stroked her chin, looking at the player who suddenly foamed at the mouth and collapsed on the ground, wondering if the surprise was really that exaggerated.

As soon as this group of players entered the dungeon, she used the crows at the entrance to cast a Moon God spell on them.

Renata's web allows Ella to use her own or her familiar's gaze as a medium to transmit her magic to the target and influence their mind.

As she became more proficient, Ella was able to create the Blood Moon illusion and cause people to lose consciousness and faint. She could now also cast some simple illusions on the target's senses, but she was not yet able to construct overly complex scenes and dynamic objects.

Therefore, she simply used divine magic to lure the guards into punching and kicking a sandbag in the corner, and then slightly distorted the scene that Tu Chou and the other players saw when they arrived.

Afterwards, Ella originally planned to create some exciting scenes for Tu Chou to see if she could put enough pressure on him to confess everything about the Sprout of Life, but then she suddenly heard the other party say that Dong Muge had actually arrived here.

Considering that she didn't know enough about Dong Muge, who represented the Mother of Life, and to be on the safe side, and to avoid leaving too much divine power or special traces on Tu Chou that would be discovered by the other party, Ella let Tu Chou go and let him and his deputy leave the dungeon to deal with Dong Muge first.

But she'll definitely stay behind to gather some information from the remaining players.

Wen Dao and Wei Ming, as red-named players who do the dirty work, have too low a status in the guild and don't know enough.

However, Ella did not have direct means of mind manipulation, so she mainly relied on rhetoric and illusions to interrogate and control her opponents, as well as the suggestions she exerted through mental transmission after converting them into believers.

Just like when Lu Yu was interrogated, the methods used to manipulate the Wen Dao—including that of the tyrannical guard who would beat someone to death after a couple of cries, and who fed Ella rats to her without any remorse.

But it would be inhumane to use such punishment directly on these normal players who had not shown any hostility—of course, because of their previous conversation that showed a sense of conscience, Ella thought it was unnecessary to be too harsh on them.

So, kind-hearted Ella thought she might as well try a scary approach and see if she could get some information out of her.

I didn't expect that it would scare the other person into fainting.

This person needs to improve their mental fortitude...

Ella scratched her head helplessly, then switched to another player who was currently trapped in the illusion and patted the other player on the shoulder.

"Huh? Ah!! You're not...you're not dead!?..."

"I will drag all of you who killed me into hell!"

"No! No! I didn't kill you!!!"

The two chatted happily for a few minutes, and the other person quickly opened up to Ella.

Chapter 121 Blitzkrieg Grizzly

Meanwhile, in the conference room, Tu Chou saw the girl who called herself Dong Muge again.

Compared to the dazzling beauty of the noble ladies, princesses, and saintesses in that other world, this girl's appearance can only be described as slightly better.

Her black hair fell to her shoulders, but the deep look in her simple eyes made Tu Chou, who was usually arrogant, show a respectful demeanor.

"Honorable Divine Envoy, what brings you to my residence?"

Dong Muge is already one of the divine messengers appointed by the Mother of Life. Before he can truly obtain the "power" of the Sprout of Life, Tu Chou must remain respectful.

This naturally made Tu Chou very unhappy—it was just because he had come into contact with the Mother of Life first, and her status was higher than his; it was purely good luck.

But this mentality must now be hidden beneath a fawning smile. He had witnessed the other party wielding the divine messenger's power with that branch-like scepter, a power that was indeed far more powerful and mysterious than the skills possessed by ordinary players like them.

“Mr. Tu, I obey my Lord and entrust you with the mission of protecting this region. Have you done so?”

Dong Muge's voice was flat and monotone.

“Of course, of course,” Tu Chou nodded with a smirk, “I will certainly obey the orders of the Divine Envoy.”

Dong Muge looked into Tu Chou's eyes, unmoving. His dark pupils were like a still pool, reflecting the cold sweat beading on Tu Chou's forehead.

After a moment, she spoke again, "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Tu Chou's expression remained unchanged; at this moment, he would never admit to his attack.

Heaven knows why Dong Muge, who had clearly said he would leave and that all player affairs in the Imperial City would be handled by him, suddenly turned around and came back.

Fortunately, he had prepared an excuse for this. One was that he hadn't sent many people last night, just Wei Ming and Wen Dao, to inquire about the leak of the attack plan.

As for Yu Tong's injury and torture, that was because his own vice president, Weng Xiao, heard about Sheng Zhiya's malicious intentions. What does that have to do with his revenge?

At most, he'll be blamed for failing to protect her properly, and he'll have to go back and complain to that person.

Tu Chou thought this way, but he saw Dong Muge slightly curl the corners of his mouth.

This woman actually... smiled?

Tu Chou's throat bobbed slightly. He vaguely remembered that he had never seen the other person smile since the first time they met.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, his deputy suddenly patted him lightly on the shoulder.