Everyone looked at the Necromancer in astonishment, even the Trickster was no exception.

Harvey stood by the window sill, holding a cat grass cigarette in his mouth and said, "When I went to the toilet just now, I went to the virtual world to use this prop. The process was quite interesting. I was swept away by the river of colorful lights. When I came to my senses, I had already reached the distant space. Then I took a look and came back."

Entering the virtual world in the toilet is amazing.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Ash asked the question on everyone's mind: "It's only a matter of time before you, Harvey, become a legendary magician!"

If it is still a little uncertain whether Iguola will become a legend, then Harvey is definitely a legendary seed - not to mention that the gospel has already woven a future in "Family List" for Harvey to achieve legend and control the gods, but just by having daily contact with Harvey, no one will doubt Harvey's future achievements, just like no one doubts the degree of Harvey's perversion.

Harvey has been immersed in the undead faction in every cell, every inch of his soul, and every bone. Behind his twisted aesthetics is his fanatical obsession with the undead faction. At the same time, he has enough talent and an almost crazy desire for self-destruction. With these factors combined, Ash really can't imagine anything else that can stop him except death - even death may not be able to stop him.

Ash even suspected that Gospel's move was actually just aimed at Xavi, and Igula was just doing it for the sake of convenience.

After all, even if Igula becomes a legendary magician, he must be a lawful and chaotic type. He will not destroy and will even actively maintain the order of the Gospel Kingdom. But it is hard to say about Harvey, a neutral and chaotic type. Suppressing his strength in the Sanctuary is indeed a good thing for the country and the people.

Therefore, the person who should least use the colorful tail feathers is Harvey. He is destroying his own prospects and future!

"What future do people like me have?"

The necromancer laughed and said, "Maybe he will die in two days."

"But what if—"

"What if I didn't die? What if I could achieve the sanctuary myself? What if all the people of the Gospel were willing to send their bodies to me for disposal?" Harvey shook his head. "Ideals, future, love, career... You are full of longing for the future, and you think things will be better. But I am different from you. My life has been going downhill. The future will only be worse than now, but it will be much easier."

Liz wanted to say something, but Ash hugged her and covered her mouth.

"I actually hate the way the Gospel weaves my future. The Ghost King, the founder of the Undead Clan... It's so boring." Harvey shrugged. "It's like when you're researching a subject and you develop some hobbies, and then someone tells you how great your hobbies are and how many honors you can get, and that you should devote all your efforts to developing your hobbies... It's disgusting."

The necromancer's voice was calm, but twisted and alienated negative emotions were swirling and invading each other in it. Black desire seeped out from every pore, drowning himself and about to drown the world around him.

"There are two types of necromancers. One is for immortality, like the undead angel who has been trying to revive with the help of his bloodline descendants. He is ugly, humble, and twisted. He only hopes for a better future after resurrection, but he lives in a coffin worse than a maggot, and is whipped and tortured by the long time every day."

"And the other kind is like me." Harvey smiled: "Tomorrow will only be worse than today, so there is no need to think about the future, just live every day well, because every day is the best day for the next one."

"Your pessimistic yet positive attitude towards life really confuses me," said Igulla.

"The reason you have hope for the future is because you have never seen death." Harvey smiled and said, "It's still not too late to sign up. Come with me through the curtain of death."

"Alright." An Nan clapped his hands and said, "Thank you very much for Harvey's inspiring speech. Igula, it's up to you to use the seven-colored tail feathers. If you use them, there won't be any obvious improvement in the next few days; if you don't, it would be a pity if you die before you see the Faraway Sky."

It was then that Ash realized that Gospel was not only calculating against Igula and Harvey, but also Annan. Because according to logic, in order to increase the success rate of the action, Annan would definitely ask them to use the seven-colored tail feathers to advance to the sanctuary as soon as possible. Even if the two of them were unwilling, they would still have to take the initiative to step into the trap woven by Gospel under the control of the contract.

An Nan's words were actually untenable, because the seven-colored tail feathers not only allowed Igula to climb to the distant airspace, but more importantly, they allowed Igula to condense the golden wings immediately. Now Igula only had a few golden wings, and once they were fully condensed, the length of the blue bar would immediately increase by dozens of times, which would have a huge impact on combat power.

Why is An Nan so kind today... Ash looked at the purple moth, but saw the other party blinking at him.

"Okay, let's get ready to rest." An Nan said, "Because Panji and I are now the targets of 'Gospel Ash', so we have to split into two rooms to rest together."

"Panji, Igula, Harvey, Liz, you guys stay in one room, now get out."

"Objection!" The white-haired little girl bullied Ash: "Why do you want to sleep with your daddy!?"

"Because I can only choose him." An Nan said as a matter of course.

"How is it possible..." Liz glanced at the others and suddenly stopped talking.

Pancakes were originally one of the goals. Are we going to package it together with An Nan to deliver results?

Harvey, it's physically unacceptable.

Although Aunt Borgin was acceptable, even Liz thought that Ash smelled better compared to him.

"Wait, I can sleep with you!" Liz was willing to sacrifice herself.

"You can, but can you protect me?" An Nan asked.

Liz rolled her eyes and said, "No, why do we have to sleep in separate rooms? Can't we just sleep together?"

"I am a woman after all, I need some private space, and..." An Nan looked at Harvey.

Liz also looked at Harvey resentfully: Uncle Harvey, you are really in the way, no one wants to live with you!

Harvey looked back at them calmly, lit up a cat grass cigarette and walked out: "I will sleep alone, and Igula will be watching over Pancake."

"Then dad and I will sleep with you!" Liz felt that she had made a huge concession.

"Banji, Igula, take her away!" But An Nan was unreasonable.

Banji smiled and suppressed the noisy Liz, looking at An Nan with relief: "Miss, I wish you have a wonderful night."

Liz cried, "Daddy, Daddy, please get out!"

Ash: "Banji, Liz will kick the quilt at night, you should pay attention."

"no problem."

When the door closed, the room became silent.

An Nan suddenly came up to Yaxiu and said with a joking smile, "Are you expecting something?"

"Don't think too much. You can sleep on the sofa tonight. I won't let you touch me." An Nan poked Ya Xiu's forehead and said, "The prizes will be given out after the end."

"I wasn't expecting it at all." Ash said unhappily, standing up and preparing to leave: "Since they're gone, I'll also stay away."

"What are you avoiding?"

"I'll give you some space to be alone." Ash glanced at her, "You only let me stay here because you don't want others to see you scared, right?"

An Nan was startled, then snorted and pulled Ash's cheek: "Don't pretend that you know me very well. I was prepared before I picked you up. I am the initiator of blasphemy against the gospel. How could I be afraid when the time comes--"

"Yes, yes, you are the bravest, boldest, and proudest Purple Moth." Ash spread his hands and said, "I'll go outside to find Harvey and ask him what the Far Side of the Sky is like. If you have anything to say, just shout and I'll hear you right away."

"Tell him I'm sorry for me. I don't hate him, but I just can't accept being in the same room with him and breathing the same air."

"Does this count as an apology...?"

The corner of Ash's mouth twitched, and he was about to turn around and leave, but he heard a 'bang' sound from behind, and something was leaning against his back.

"Don't turn around."

"I hate it most when people see through me and pity me."

"It's you. If it were someone else, I would have killed him to silence him. The same goes for you. You can be spared the death penalty, but you can't be forgiven for your crime while alive. You should spend the rest of your life making amends."

Ash smiled helplessly and changed the subject: "I thought you would force Igula to use the colorful tail feathers."

"Well, I do."

"Then why didn't you do it?"

Ash felt his waist being poked, and An Nan's faint voice came from behind: "Do you really want me to explain it clearly?"