The dean twisted her neck and looked at the mysterious man on the sofa. The severe pain all over her body made her voice tremble strongly...

Or maybe it wasn't just because of the severe pain.

The masked man looked at the naked woman in the air, but his eyes were calm and his voice was still gentle: "You didn't hear what I said just now? I was asking you, not you. Sorry, I'm a little hurried, so let's not waste each other's time, let's start now."

The woman was still in a daze when the masked man asked the first question: "What is the name of your church?"

Just the first sentence made the dean's expression change suddenly, and then she stared at Qin Jinnian, "You are... the night watchman?..."

"Sorry, wrong answer."

The man shook his head regretfully. While the woman was still in doubt, she suddenly trembled all over and then let out a shrill scream.

She turned her head suddenly with an almost distorted expression, and saw a shadow penetrate into her flesh from her severed wrist, causing her pupils to suddenly dilate. A mixture of intense pain and extreme fear came over her, causing her whole body to almost spasm.

The man's voice was still gentle: "The sound insulation of your house is pretty good. I built another layer inside, so it shouldn't affect the neighbors. But as I said, I'm in a hurry, so let's not waste each other's time. Now, can you answer?"

The female dean screamed as she saw the shadow drilling into her flesh and blood. Wherever it passed, her flesh and bones separated, bulging high, and blood flowed down. The huge physical and psychological pressure finally made her unable to bear it and screamed: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!!!"

The shadow stopped suddenly, and the only sound in the room was the headmistress's intense breathing. Her lips had been bitten until they bled.

"Um?"

After panting for a few times, the man hummed in confusion, causing the female dean to tremble all over and quickly said, "The End of the Church!"

The Church of the End? What a strange name.

The man thought about it and nodded slightly: "Second question, what is your position in the church?"

The headmistress's face changed again. She bit her lips tightly and looked up at the man reluctantly: "You are not a night watchman. Night watchmen would not use such hands..."

Before he could utter a word, the shadow moved again.

The woman screamed again. A high purple scar appeared on her right arm, twisting and wriggling inside, as if a living thing had drilled into it.

"Stop, stop!! I'll tell you, I'll tell you!!!"

The woman finally couldn't help it and screamed again.

The shadow stopped.

She panted a few more times, her face pale, with a hint of despair emerging...

She finally realized that the man in front of her was no less vicious than those perverts in their church's Inquisition.

In fact, this person gave her an even colder feeling... He could carry out such torture while speaking in such a calm and gentle voice... This kind of smiling tiger-like character was the most terrifying.

"I am just an ordinary peripheral manager."

The woman finally realized the situation. She lowered her head, gasping for breath as she answered.

The man did not answer, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he asked, "Third question, how many people are there in the End Cult?"

The woman was silent for a moment, but this time she did not resist. She looked cold and gritted her teeth as she said, "I cannot answer this question for you. I am just a peripheral manager and I am not very clear about the situation in the church."

"Who brought you into the religion?"

"A red priest."

"Specific identity."

"I have no idea."

"Um?"

"I really don't know! I just accidentally picked up a flyer of the Church of the End, visited the website they gave me, and then came into contact with the Church of the End. Later, I participated in several offline activities organized by the church... but most of the participants were just ordinary people. It was only after I participated more frequently that I slowly came into contact with a priest and officially joined the church."

“…Why did you join this church?”

"Why not? Before I joined the church, I was just an ordinary person. I was worried and uneasy every day. But after joining the church, the true God gave me power and gave me the opportunity to dominate my own life. Why not?"

"Under the blood moon, the true God descends, and everyone must die. Everyone will die!... Only by joining the church and being protected by the true God can one survive. One can even gain eternal life..."

"eternal life?"

"God will grant believers eternal life!"

“…As long as you are sincere, you will eventually see it!”

"... a very devout faith. Then continue... As a peripheral manager, what is your usual job?"

“We do whatever the church tells us to do.”

"for example?"

"... Most of the time the church doesn't specifically instruct us to do anything, they just ask us to hide our identities and live a peaceful life. Occasionally there will be some special orders, such as placing something at a designated location before the blood moon."

"Put what in it?"

"The ones sent by the church are all wrapped up. I don't know."

"Sacred artifact?"

"…How do you know about the Hallows? Who are you?"

"We are in a very pleasant atmosphere right now. Please don't ruin the joy, okay?"

"……yes."

"Purpose?"

"have no idea."

"Um?"

"I really don't know!"

"…Besides this, are there any other tasks?"

"No more...at least I haven't received any other tasks."

"Look, you're trying to ruin the pleasant atmosphere again. Since I know about the Hallows, do you think I don't know other things?"

“…Who are you?”

"Where will the Holy Seed be sent?"

The words "holy seed" made the dean tremble all over. She suddenly stared at the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. After a moment, she lost her voice: "It's you! You are..."

Before the woman finished speaking, the man raised his hand slightly, and the next moment, a shadow turned into a big hand and covered her mouth, turning her next words into a "woohoo" sound.

"Just know it, don't say it out loud. So, can you answer this question?"

The man asked gently.

The woman looked at the man in disbelief and subconsciously struggled a few times, but the cold shadow tentacles were not something she could break free of at her current state. Despair finally emerged in her eyes, and after struggling in vain, she finally lowered her head helplessly.

The shadow's hand slowly loosened. The woman looked at the man with a complicated expression and closed her eyes: "Black market."

"black market?"

This answer was obviously a little unexpected for the man, and his eyes narrowed slightly under the mask.

The woman continued expressionlessly, "The church headquarters is said to be in the black market. But I don't know which black market it is... I have never been there. The Holy Seed was also picked up by a red priest in person... He only goes to the headquarters."

"Do you have a pass?" Qin Jinnian asked after a moment of silence.

"No." The woman shook her head.

“…I do.”

Qin Jinnian's next words made the woman stunned for a moment, and the next moment, she saw him holding a black card between two fingers. Then a shadow tentacle pinched the card and handed it to the woman.

The woman subconsciously stared at the black card, and when she saw the black card and the words "Night Crow" on it, her expression changed drastically! "Are you the red priest of the Night Blood Cult?!"

Nightblood Cult? Qin Jinnian was stunned for a moment, and then his teeth felt a little cold.

Things seem to be getting more and more complicated.

(End of this chapter)