An eerie yet sacred song suddenly rang out in the church.
As though it meant to cleanse the evil in the pool of blood.
The flesh beneath the nun's blade suddenly rotted and festered. At some point, the puppets outside had stopped attacking.
The horrifying crimson flesh gradually merged into the floor, and as the strange, haunting song neared its end, the surrounding scene collapsed with a crash.
Everything returned once more to the moment the prayers had begun.
But this time, the woman Shen Ru had sliced to pieces had vanished without a trace.
Perhaps he had escaped the illusion by seeing through her lies, or perhaps everything that had just happened had been his imagination.
But none of that changed one fact: the system had not erased the NPCs' memories of the players who had entered the instance before.
They simply believed that the players had lived here briefly, then disappeared for no apparent reason.
Shen Ru looked at Mo Yu and Sheng Ziyao beside him. Neither showed much of a reaction.
Meng Yizhi, farther away, showed no sign of anything unusual either.
He was the only one who remembered what had just happened.
The prayers dragged on and were terribly boring. After wandering around a few times, Shen Ru almost wanted to hold a knife to Mo Yu and force him to end the ceremony early.
Taking advantage of the worshippers' devoutly closed eyes, the young man approached Mo Yu and leaned his full weight against the man's shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Framed by the sheer black veil, his lovely face possessed an even more breathtaking beauty. The stark contrast struck the eye, brimming with a sense of taboo.
Anyone who looked up would see that, within this sacred church, the priest they revered like