Not curious? Angor was a little surprised by Alex's answer.
"I'm just curious," Alex lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.
"What do you mean?"
Alex didn't answer. Instead, he stared at the words on the paper. His eyes flickered as if he saw something else through the words.
Angor decided to change the topic. "Aren't you curious at all? Why did they die when they left Ghost Town? Also, aren't you curious about what's going on outside? "
Alex remained silent for a long time before he spoke slowly, "I'm not curious about what's going on outside. I'm more curious about …"
Alex raised his head and looked at the pitch-black ceiling of the confessional. He seemed to see a cage that was imprisoning him. However, he didn't look at the cage for long. Instead, he was looking at the void beyond.
"This world."
…
Angor left the Kruje Church. He didn't get much information from Alex. Alex had been living in the church all his life, and he didn't even visit Ghost Town, let alone other places. The ancient books only recorded some things that happened in the Holy City, and the rest was vague.
Angor decided to leave the church and explore the outside world.
Ghost Town was quite similar to Grue Town. It wasn't a big place, but it had mountains, fields, and a small stream flowing through it.
Most of the buildings in the town were made of wood. Perhaps the residents didn't care much about maintenance, many of the wooden walls were covered in mottled marks. Some were caused by insects, while others were caused by moisture.
The air was filled with a musty smell.
He walked around the town and found the mayor's and the sheriff's rooms. To his disappointment, he didn't find any other information about them.
In the mayor's room, there was a very simple topographic map. However, the map only covered Guste and its surrounding areas. Beyond that, it was completely blank.
Angor left the mayor's room and looked at the mountain in the distance.
It was said that it led to the Holy City, which was hundreds of kilometers away.
Since he couldn't find anything in Ghost Town, he decided to go to the Holy City.
He took to the air and flew toward the mountain. Now that he didn't have a physical body as a burden, he could rely on the power of illusion to float, and his speed wasn't slow.
A few minutes later, he was about ten kilometers away from Goost Town, where he saw a long, raging river. The width of the river was at least tens of meters, and the rocks in the middle caused the water to flow horizontally. The splashing water even formed a layer of white mist on the surface of the river.
This river was the only way to reach the Holy City from Guste Town.
He landed on the ground and slowly approached the only stone bridge on the river.
If he remembered correctly, the head of the knight named Raven was found on this bridge pier.
He looked at the piers of the bridge and saw a rope hanging from one of them. Below the rope was the raging river.
He flew to the rope and saw the dark bloodstain on it.
Because of the mist below, the rope was still wet.
It seemed that this was the place where Knight Raven's head was found.
Angor glanced at the rope and checked his surroundings. Since he didn't find anything out of place, he kept flying forward. He was interested in the series of cases in Ghost Town, but what he needed to do right now was to determine his current location. As for the case of the suspected supernatural, he could investigate it again after he had confirmed the location and if he still had time.
After all, he was only an illusion right now. Even if there was a supernatural mystery behind this case, he couldn't figure it out without a physical body.
With that in mind, he did not linger and kept flying forward.
After crossing the river, Angor kept flying along the main road. But in less than a minute, he suddenly stopped. He looked at the mountains in the distance and felt something was wrong.
In his sight, there were luxuriant trees, flowers, and green hills in front of him, which formed a beautiful curve.
However, Angor noticed something strange about the situation.
From where he was, he could hear the wind howling. The leaves on the trees were swaying, and some of them were even falling down.
But there was nothing in front of him. There was no sign of any disturbance.
It was just like a still painting.
Something was definitely wrong. Angor became cautious. But he didn't back down. Instead, he moved forward more carefully.
When he reached the limit of his flying range, he stopped.
He carefully reached out with his illusion.
Angor's pupils shrank when he heard the answer. Illusions weren't as sensitive as spirit power, but he still felt that his illusions had hit a barrier. When he tried to break through the barrier, the illusions bounced him back.
He tried harder this time, but the barrier didn't budge. He still couldn't leave.
Angor quickly flew along the barrier. After flying for more than ten kilometers, he was sure that everything around him was a barrier. Maybe the scenery behind the barrier was just a projection.
He looked up at the sky with a strange expression.
If there's a barrier here, what about the higher sky? With this question in mind, Angor flew for another kilometer and found another barrier.
Angor slowly descended to the ground. He was now close to the raging river. He could even see the stone bridge in the distance.
He looked at the bridge in the distance and suddenly remembered what Alex told him.
The entire town of Gooste was like a birdcage from which no one could escape. Every time a bird tried to fly away, its wings would be broken by an unknown force.
"Is that the reason?" Angor muttered.
Perhaps Gooste was really just a cage, and the series of murders were all caused by the people in this cage discovering the secret of the cage. So they were living in a fake world, and that was why they were killed by the mastermind behind the scenes?
But what was the point of doing that?
Weeds flew to take root. Beasts killed people to fill their stomachs. There had to be a reason for everything. Even the tricks of some random evil gods had a purpose. For example, they wanted to find something interesting.
So why did the mastermind spend so much effort to turn this place into a birdcage from which no one could escape?
He turned around and looked at the town of Gooste in the distance, which was filled with buildings.
"Is there a purpose in that place?"
…
Night slowly replaced the curtain of day, and the sky was dotted with stars.
In the quiet night, Alex held the scripture in his hand and read it word by word. When he finished reading the scripture with sincerity and determination, Father Brumlang gave him a satisfied smile.
"Your words already carry the power of divinity. I believe that when you become a priest, you will bring the good news of our Father to the suffering people."
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Father Brumlang's smile was a little distorted.
Alex stood up and bowed as if he didn't see anything. "My Father," he said.
When Alex looked up, Father Brumlang was no longer in front of him. Instead, a dark figure appeared in his place. The figure chuckled eerily and slowly reached out a hand from the darkness.
The hand broke free from the shackles of darkness and turned into a fair and soft hand. The most prominent feature of the hand was its purple nails.
"Come, take my hand. Let's fall into the abyss together …" The eerie voice brushed past Alex's ears like a gust of wind.
Alex remained expressionless. He didn't try to grab the hand.
A few seconds later, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Alex returned to the small room. However, there was still a hand in front of him, which was covered in old wrinkles.
Father Bollenlang reached out and stroked Alex's snow-white hair. "Why are you in a daze?"
"No, I was just thinking about the content of the Divine Codex. It gave me new inspiration," Alex lied without changing his expression.
Father Brumlang didn't notice anything strange. He even nodded in satisfaction. "Keeping the scripture in mind at all times is the basic discipline of a priest. You did well."
After Bro Lang finished speaking, he looked at Alex's white hair with envy. "According to the Bible, Father God was born with white hair. Your hair is as white as snow, without a trace of impurity. Perhaps you really are blessed by Father God. I'm sure you'll become the best priest in the world. "
Alex nodded. "That's my wish."
Father Brumlang left Alex's room with a satisfied smile on his face.
After Bran Lang left, Alex fell into deep thought. His eyes kept flashing. Half an hour later, Father Brumlang's ears twitched, and he looked outside the window.
He didn't know when it happened, but he saw a dark figure standing outside the window.
"Is that Sister Tessa?"
No one answered.
"Is it Mister Padt?" Alex hesitated.
The window opened, revealing Angor's face.
He walked into the room and saw Alex's calm expression. "You're not surprised to see me here, are you?"
"Something big and small happens every hour, so I won't be surprised if someone comes to visit at any time," Alex answered with a question instead of answering the question.
"Actually, I'm more interested in knowing why you're still alive, Mister Padt."
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