After completely killing Ludwig, Fang Zheng came to the big sword. At this moment, the big chin was running around, seemingly exploring something.

Fang Zheng didn't care about this. He was already used to the behavior of this big chin. On the contrary, Fang Zheng had some special feeling about the sword in front of him.

"This feeling... is really strange..."

Looking at the sword in front of him, Fang Zheng couldn't help but frown. He was sure that he had seen such a light somewhere before, a beautiful, bright green light, just like...

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng reached out and grasped the big sword.

The next moment, a scene emerged in his mind. It was an endless corridor under the dark night. The green moonlight passed through the window and fell on the ground. In the corridor, a slender figure stood there quietly, holding a golden scepter.

He was wearing a golden sun mask, so his face couldn't be seen, but one could seem to hear some kind of voice echoing.

Fang Zheng opened his eyes.

At this moment, he felt a different force from the one he felt when he killed the horse-faced monster before, entering his body along the sword. If the force Fang Zheng felt when he killed the horse-faced monster was hot and warm, then this force was as cool as spring water.

"call……"

Fang Zheng let out a long breath. He could feel that after this power entered his body, he seemed to have some subtle connection with this world. At least Fang Zheng could be sure that the power that shaped this dream should be the same as the power in his body.

At this moment, as the power entered Fang Zheng's body, the shining sword gradually lost its brilliance. Soon, it turned into something like black iron and no longer had any reaction. The shining light also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Keep moving forward.

Fang Zheng looked up and found that the big chin seemed to have disappeared, so he shook his head and continued walking along the road.

Walking up the stairs, Fang Zheng found himself in a place that looked like an underground prison cell. There were cobwebs and dust everywhere, and it looked like no one had been here for a long time... But that was not the case.

"The night is above, but the steps are firm. The blood is stained, but the will is clear..."

A voice echoed in the corridor of the underground cell, and it sounded like someone was praying. Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and walked towards the place where the voice came from. When he came to a closed cell door at the end of the corridor, Fang Zheng saw through the iron window of the cell door that there was a person in the cell with his back to him, mumbling to himself.

"The monster is a curse, and the curse is a shackle. Only you are the true sharp blade of the church..."

This person seemed to be completely unaware of Fang Zheng's presence. Although Fang Zheng tried to knock on the door and talk to him, he still faced the wall muttering in a daze... Well, this person was definitely a psychopath.

After making sure that the communication was fruitless, Fang Zheng continued to walk up the stairs. It didn't take him long to leave the dungeon, and then... he came to a church.

"This is……"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Zheng could not help but be stunned. The church in front of him looked almost the same as the church where he met the Archbishop in "Another Yharnam". The only difference was that there were six beds in this church, and there were several corpses lying on the ground. It seemed that this place was used as a place to treat patients in an emergency, but unfortunately, their treatment had obviously failed.

But the most eye-catching thing is the sculpture at the end of the church.

What was erected there was not some strange statue of a god, but three people in robes, surrounding an altar. The one on the left held a book in both hands, the one on the right held a bell, and the one in the middle raised his hands, looking as if he was about to do something. On the altar surrounded by the three statues, there lay a statue of a mummy.

Is this the history of the Healing Church?

Looking at the mummy statue in front of him, Fang Zheng began to think. The biggest question about the Healing Church is how they get blood for blood therapy, because blood is obviously limited. Although William said that they found an old god in the ruins to extract blood, Fang Zheng felt that this was unreliable. The reason is very simple. From what he had observed before, the mutations of those who received blood therapy were obviously divided into "classes". For example, the most ordinary villagers, even if they mutated, would at most mutate into lunatics and werewolves, and even if they were werewolves, they were little werewolves.

Just like the werewolves Fang Zheng encountered when he came to this world, not only were they about the same size as humans, but their desire to attack was also very weak. They would even tremble and retreat when Fang Zheng walked over.

But in the "original Yharnam" world, the werewolves were unusually large, and not only that, they were also more aggressive. And the monsters Fang Zheng encountered were basically that the higher the position of the person, the more powerful the monster he transformed into. For example, the archbishop was the best example...

Moreover, logically speaking, Fang Zheng did not think that the Healing Church could "equally" inject the blood of the ancient gods into everyone. Not to mention whether the amount of blood required by so many people would drain the ancient gods, what if a villager who had nothing to do with the Healing Church was awakened inadvertently because of the injection of the blood of the ancient gods? Wouldn't all the efforts of the Healing Church over the years be tantamount to making wedding clothes for others?

According to normal logic, it is obvious that the higher the position of the person, the "purer" the blood injected. Then, where does the blood used for blood therapy by the Healing Church come from?

“Ah, here it is!”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Fang Zheng's thoughts. Fang Zheng turned around and saw that the big chin who had disappeared before also ran in from the tunnel he had just entered. After seeing Fang Zheng, he seemed to be relieved.

"You scared me. I thought he was gone... Fortunately, he is still here. Let me kill the enemy behind him first..."

As he was talking, Fang Zheng saw the man with the big chin running to the back muttering something, then he was whipped with a "crackling" sound, and then he came to Fang Zheng's side refreshed.

"Ah, let's take a look at this altar. Hmm... This should represent what happened in the early days of the Healing Church. As for what happened here, we don't know yet, but we are going to use this emblem..."

As he spoke, Fang Zheng saw the man with the big chin take out the badge he had obtained from the monster in the church from his arms, and then reached into the head of the mummy sculpture on the altar.

"Well, that's it, then start it..."

“Crack…”

As Big Jaw spoke, Fang Zheng felt the entire altar tremble, and then began to slowly rise. At the same time, Big Jaw began to run around Fang Zheng.

"Let's see, this guy from the Undead Squad is really powerful. I guess I have to rely on him this time, otherwise our exploration here will be doomed. Next we have to enter the next level, which will definitely be dangerous, but from the badge we can see that this place should be the research institute of the Healing Church. I don't know what secrets the Healing Church is hiding..."

Having said this, Fang Zheng saw the big chin suddenly stop in front of him, and then he suddenly raised his hands.

"Praise the moon!"

“…”

Okay, this is definitely a psychopath.

“Boom.”

At this time, the altar had already risen to the top floor. Then Big Chin glanced at Fang Zheng, turned around and ran inside. Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly, then followed Big Chin up the stairs.

When Fang Zheng entered the gate through the stairs, he saw a very spacious space. Its interior was hollow and looked a bit like a department store. There were passages surrounded by guardrails on both sides. The only difference was that the floors were connected by spiral stairs instead of elevators.

In the center of the hall, there was a sunken space, and inside it was a pungent smell of **. But compared to these... what attracted Fang Zheng more was a person who was kneeling beside the steps not far away, as if he was groping for something.

“Patta…Patta…”

The man was wearing a coarse cloth robe and had a huge cloth bag on his head. But what made Fang Zheng feel the most uneasy was that the cloth bag on his head looked much bigger than the man's body. Not only that, as the man moved, the things in the bag seemed to have life and were wriggling... It looked like a bunch of entangled snakes on his neck.

Just as Fang Zheng approached, the man suddenly spoke.

"Has anyone seen my eyes? I seem to have accidentally dropped them into a puddle, and now everything is gray and white..."

“…”

Looking at the figure with his head completely wrapped in a cloth bag, still searching for his eyes, Fang Zheng wanted to complain… You’ve already covered your head, what do you need eyes for?

As for whether the other person's eyes were in the water... well, Fang Zheng decided not to think about this question.

"Hello, I want to ask you something..."

Although this person looked very strange, at least from her tone, she seemed to be able to communicate. So Fang Zheng also greeted her and tried to have some conversation with her. But she seemed to be completely unable to hear Fang Zheng's voice. She just lay there by herself, her hands aimlessly searching for eyes in the puddle, not knowing whether they were there...

“…”

Seeing this, Fang Zheng was certain that, although he still didn't know what was going on, it was obvious that everything the Healing Church did behind the scenes might be even more terrifying than he had imagined.