The trickling water washed over the perfect body with almost no flaws, and flowed along the grooves of the tiles into the sewer.

There is no shower gel, no shampoo, no conditioner, no facial cleanser, there is nothing here, not even a shower head, just water spraying down from a pipe.

Rather than taking a shower, Igula felt more like he was being drenched in a rainstorm.

Moreover, the bathroom was very small, and it couldn't even accommodate Igula's arms. Even in Broken Lake Prison, Igula had never been so miserable.

However, Igula, who loves cleanliness, did not show much dislike at this moment. He quickly washed off the sweat on his body, wiped himself with a rough dry towel, and changed into a set of casual clothes. The size of the clothes was not very fitting, but obviously he could not ask for too much in this situation.

He returned to the main hall in the basement and saw Harvey putting makeup on a coffin. The eyebrow pencil was made of bones and the base color of the lipstick was blood ink; Ash was blowing Liz's hair using a very inefficient hair dryer; Pancake was making a midnight snack by the stove, and Annan was reading the Gospel with a cup of hot milk.

"Haha, everyone is chatting. I just fell asleep and dreamed that Ash and Annan became the first in the Art List, and then we were attacked and had to escape from Azula. I just woke up now... What a strange dream." Igula picked a chair and sat down. "Obviously, we just came to the cemetery for a picnic."

An Nan closed the Gospel: "Are you hypnotizing us?"

"Maybe I'm just hypnotizing myself." Igula said, "Escaping from reality is the last tear of a psychic."

At this time, Banji turned off the portable stove and brought over a plate filled with thick-cut steak, white bread, cream sauce, mashed potatoes and other foods. It was quite a rich midnight snack.

"Is there any wine?" An Nan suddenly asked.

Banji nodded, opened his suitcase, took out a bottle of wine and five wine glasses, then took out a slice of lemon, made ice cubes with the drinking water, and prepared five glasses of wine in a short while.

"When I encounter troubles, I am used to using alcohol to buffer my brain a little bit." An Nan said: "I think you will like this feeling - if you have any opinions, just shut up and drink to me now!"

"This is workplace harassment..." Ash muttered, holding Liz's head, taking the wine glass, and drinking it.

It tastes smooth and fruity, not spicy at all, with a sweet aftertaste between the lips and teeth. It is very delicious.

"Anything else?" Harvey asked.

"Yes, but I won't give it to you." After a glass of wine, An Nan's mood instantly became much more cheerful: "This is Azula's local craft beer 'Pink Rabbit'. Because it tastes comfortable and sweet, it's easy to drink too much. When the aftereffects come, you will suddenly pass out, so you must not drink too much."

Liz suddenly became anxious: "I want to drink too!"

"Give me some milk, kid." Ash hit Liz on the head.

"Well, after taking a shower, drinking, and resting, we should also sort out the situation." An Nan pushed her long hair back and sat cross-legged on the sofa. "You must have a lot of questions now. Let me answer your questions first."

"First of all." Igula pointed to the suitcase next to the pancake and said, "Is that a space prop?"

They really couldn't ignore this ordinary suitcase - when they were escaping, Pantyhose stuffed Harvey's coffin directly into it; after arriving at the tomb, Pantyhose took out a total of coffins, portable stoves, a large amount of food, tableware, and even six people's spare clothes including underwear from the suitcase!

No one will be surprised if Panji pulls out an armored vehicle from his briefcase someday.

No wonder An Nan didn't care about them packing their luggage. This suitcase alone was enough to meet all their living needs.

"Yes." An Nan nodded: "But unlike what you think, Banji is not proficient in space factions... This is Banji's exclusive reward."

"The reward from the last weaving festival?"

"Yes." An Nan nodded. "The briefcase is not as easy to use as you think. It cannot hold items heavier than Pancake's weight, cannot hold unpackaged items, and has a cooling time before being put in and taken out... It may have been practical a few decades ago, but in this era of highly developed transportation, a simple mobile warehouse is no longer of much use."

She paused: "It is only when you are on the run that its greatest value can be realized."

"So you have already prepared to flee." Igula understood clearly: "But you don't want to flee now, but wait until the second list is released in ten days. You have long anticipated that after outsiders like us are on the list, we will become the target of public criticism. Escape was the first movement in your plan."

"To be precise, I will take you away from Azula on the 14th, and then quietly wait for the moment when the entire Gospel Kingdom is shocked by the names of the four of you." An Nan exhaled: "It can only be said that plans are not as fast as changes... Ash, Ash, although I don't have the habit of complaining about the world, but this time it is really..."

Ash immediately retorted: "Miss, don't forget that you are the creator. I am just your portrait model. In other words, I am the victim!"

"Isn't this a tomb?" Harvey suddenly said, "Tombs are for the dead. Not only is this not for the dead, I don't even smell the dead."

"Of course you didn't smell it. My grandfather was cremated and burned to ashes a long time ago." An Nan shrugged: "But this is his grave - at least in name."

The necromancer didn't understand the intricacies of this, but the fraudster soon understood: "To mislead the gospel?"

"Honestly, if you give him some time, Mr. Bogin will surely be able to build up a force that is not inferior to the Pojia Firm from scratch." An Nan sighed, "Yes, although the Gospel Book knows the entire Gospel Kingdom very well, there is room for manipulation in the specific name - just like I bought a residential house and converted it into an office space for the firm, but in the Gospel Book's records it is still 'Annan's residence', not 'Annan's office space'."

"If a safe house is built privately without any approval, it will naturally be identified as a 'personal basement' by the Gospel Book. But if I buy land from the Urban Planning Bureau in the name of a tomb and transform it, it will be identified as a tomb building by the Gospel Book."

"Even if I transform this place into a safe house, it will still be shown as a tomb in the Gospel database - after all, there is no rule that a tomb cannot be transformed into this appearance. Now the Red Hats and the firm must be searching the safe house I prepared before, but they will definitely not find this place in a short time. For them, searching the tomb is too low a priority."

As he spoke, Annan clasped his hands together devoutly and prayed, "Grandfather, please bless this grave with your fatty liver and smelly urine, drive away the civilized beasts, and keep us away from danger."

It can be heard that An Nan's grandfather was not born peacefully, and his health condition was so poor that the medical staff were too lazy to repair him.

An Nan's words were not difficult to understand, and her plan was not complicated, but everyone was still amazed by her meticulous thinking - only someone like An Nan, who spent all day studying how to exploit loopholes in the Gospel, could know such a sinister method.

"So," Igula clasped his hands together, "what's the plan next?"

"It's 2:11 a.m. now. We have to move before 6 a.m., which means we have about 4 hours of rest time." An Nan said, "Now we have to split into two shifts to take turns on duty."

"Those on night duty must stay awake and open the Gospel Book every five minutes to check the status of people within 300 meters. Those not on night duty must enter the virtual realm and try to recover within two hours. We must continue our journey tomorrow morning."

The Gospel is not only a sharp blade for pursuers, but also an iron shield for fugitives. As long as you have enough points, the Gospel will not care about your goodness or evil, and will provide value-for-money services to everyone equally.

Igula and others called out their own gospels, thinking deeply - their mode of action was still stuck in the Blood Moon version. If it weren't for An Nan, a member of the Gospel version strategy team, leading them, they would have been attacked by the Red Hat and the firm across versions.

Reconnaissance, attack, defense, logistics... In the Gospel Kingdom, the Gospel can be involved in almost all aspects, and the power of the Gospel is no less than that of the magician's miracle. How to make good use of the Gospel is the core essence of the Gospel version of the battle.

An Nan spread his hands: "If there is no problem, then-"

"What about Ash?"