"It seems that these strange things on the ascetic's body were left behind some time ago."

Under my rule, nothing unusual should happen…

He glanced at a clearly "fresh" mark and wisely kept his mouth shut.

Li Wenhui chuckled and said, "Our path to restoring order is long and arduous."

Zhang Xier, have you ever seen a spiritualist communicate with an ascetic's mind before?

He reached out and pulled off the cartoon blindfold covering his eyes, blinking his two pure white eyes as he began to carefully observe the ascetics.

"Please... clean the filth off them."

Under the moonlight, some of the shadows began to writhe like living creatures, clinging to the ascetics and dragging all the filth into darkness.

"Tsk...what a pity..."

Zhang Xier, as if enjoying the spectacle, expressed a couple of regrets, and then earnestly explained:

"I have never seen a spiritualist dare to communicate with those ascetics."

I've heard there used to be people like that, but ever since they suffered a great loss, no one has dared to do it again.

Hmm…

Let me think, what did those people say again?

Those psychics claimed they were entangled in thorns, and then knew nothing more.

Li Wenhui calmly got up... Was he entangled in thorns?

These ascetics appeared perfectly normal; they looked like one vegetative person after another, dressed in tattered clothes.

They have high resistance to abnormal statuses, and ordinary damage has no effect on them, which is the main reason why they can survive for a long time.

Old Wangba paced back and forth, leaning on his cane, his brow furrowed, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"This task is very tricky..."

We couldn't find the knight, but the followers of the God of Justice found a few in other cities, though they were all ordinary people.

There are actually quite a few low-level ascetics, but... to be honest, those ascetics are of a very low level.

He glanced at Zhang Xier and silently added in his mind:

"Trying to contact the gods behind the gods through low-level gracious followers is basically a pipe dream."

As for those with high-level divine favor... that's just wishful thinking. Why would gods bother with humans?

Not every god is a savior.

Li Wenhui suddenly spoke up: "I'm going to try to communicate with these people's inner world and see if I can cause some changes."

This was the only effective method he found after much thought.

In his view, other actions were basically a waste of time.

He slightly turned his head to look at Zhang Xier, which made the latter jump three feet high in shock, exclaiming:

"Hey, hey, hey? Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not a sex guru, and I'm not a pervert."

No, look at me again, and I'll call you brother...

"Old Li, think about our friendship. Before I left Jing'an City, I left you my precious pickup truck without asking you for any money."

It was rare to hear the word "brother" from Zhang Xi'er's mouth, instead of "Zhuang'er"... Li Wenhui spoke with a dark face:

"I would like to ask for your help to find a desire mentor to guard against unexpected events, preferably someone of a higher rank."

Zhang Xier breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see. You like men and women?"

Li Wenhui's face darkened further. "A woman."

However, the old turtle's expression began to turn strange. He coughed lightly and slowly said:

"Why do you believe that the restoration of those spiritualists is the work of the desire mentors?"

"Huh? Isn't that how it is?"

Old Wang Ba stroked his beard and said seriously:

"Actually, when your spiritual world is affected by those ascetics... even if I stab you and make you feel pain, you can still recover."

This is reliable intelligence that I have gathered.

Those mentors of desire are just looking for an opportunity... you know.

Or is it your own idea...?

Li Wenhui looked somewhat embarrassed.

"In that case..." Zhang Xier reached into her pocket and rummaged around for a few moments, then pulled out a brightly colored, large-headed bee, presenting it like a treasure:

"This is a big bug that Sister Ni raises. If it stings you, it will hurt so badly you'll feel like you're dying."