Bran Lang remained silent for a moment and shook his head. "You don't need to know that. It's getting late. I'll go do the funeral. As for you, you should go back and read your Bible. "
With that, Bran Lang stood up and prepared to leave.
"I want to know the truth," said Alex.
"There's no truth." Bran Lang turned around and did not look at Alex.
"If there's no truth, then why did you stop those people from leaving Ghost Town and use the wolves as an excuse? Is it because you're afraid that they'll discover the truth? "Alex finally voiced the doubts in his heart.
Bran Lang froze. His limbs trembled slightly. After a while, he turned around. "You know?"
Alex nodded calmly.
Bran Lang's expression changed. "Tell me, did you hide Mrs. Connie?"
Alex was silent, but in Bo Lunlang's eyes, Alex's behavior spoke for itself.
Angor noticed something interesting. After confirming that Alex had something to do with Mrs. Connie's disappearance, Bran Lang's chest heaved up and down as he panted heavily. His eyes were filled with disappointment and despair, and there was also a hint of regret.
Several minutes later, Bran Lang finally calmed down. He pointed at Alex and yelled at the top of his lungs, "You're in big trouble! Now, go and release Mrs. Connie! Or it's all over! "
Alex did not move. He only stared at Bran Lang with a cold expression. "I'm waiting for your explanation, Father."
Bran Lang trembled in anger at Alex's attitude. "Didn't you see? What happened to Ghost Town after Mrs. Connie was taken away? "
"Martin is dead. Anthony is dead. Now, even the viscount's family is dead! Do you want to see more deaths? Do you want Ghost Town to turn into a ghost town?! "Father Bran Lang yelled in anger.
"Does this have anything to do with Mrs. Connie? Just because Mrs. Connie found out the truth? "Alex remained unmoved.
"I've always thought, Alex, that you're a very independent and intelligent person." Bran Lang looked disappointed. "Why do you insist on getting involved in something that has nothing to do with you? That's not like you. "
"I didn't want to get involved at first. But something happened that made me curious about this world. So I want to know the truth." Alex said it casually, as if he was going out for a walk and choosing to walk on the left or right. It didn't affect him at all.
"Curious about this world? What do you know? "Bran Lang suddenly calmed down. His high-pitched voice slowly lowered.
"I don't know much. But I assume that Ghost Town is a place where's imprisoned.... A Cage?" Alex stared at Bron Lang. He was sure that Bron Lang's eyes twitched when he said the word 'Confinement'.
"Bran," Bran Lang, Bran Lang. You clearly didn't touch the space-time wall. "
"Space-time Wall? Are you referring to the barrier of the Confinement? "
Bro Lang did not answer. Instead, he asked, "How did you know? Or have you recovered your memories?"
......
A look of understanding flashed past Bro Lang's eyes. "You haven't recovered your memories. You must have guessed it through other means. As expected of … "
Bran Lang suddenly stopped. He didn't finish his sentence.
"As expected of what?" Alex asked. Judging from his conversation with Bran Lang, it seemed that Bran Lang knew quite a bit. He even knew what happened before he lost his memories?
At that moment, a rustling sound came from behind him.
Bran Lang turned around. He saw that the Viscount's housekeeper had appeared outside the garden at some point. He was looking inside curiously.
When he saw Bran Lang looking over, the housekeeper smiled awkwardly and retreated.
Judging from the distance, the housekeeper shouldn't have heard anything.
But just in case, Bran Lang said, "If you want to know, come closer. You can't let anyone else hear about this. If word gets out, it'll hurt them. "
Alex walked to Bran Lang's side. Just as he was about to listen to Bran Lang's explanation, the sound of metal scraping against metal reached Alex's ears.
Alex subconsciously turned around and did a backflip.
Following the sound of cloth tearing, Alex felt a chill at his waist.
He looked up and saw that Father Bran Lang had pulled out a dagger from somewhere. The dagger emitted a strong chill. Even under the sunlight, he could feel the sharpness of the dagger.
There was a large hole at the waist of Alex's robe. Fortunately, Alex's reaction was quick. Otherwise, the dagger would have pierced his abdomen.
"Father Bran Lang, what are you doing?" Alex asked.
Bran Lang ignored him and swung the dagger at Alex. But Alex was still a young man. His reaction speed was much faster than the old Bran Lang.
In just a few moves, Bolun Lang was captured, and the dagger was slapped to the ground.
"Father, are you going to kill me?" Pressing Bran Lang to the ground, Alex's voice was soft as if he was talking to a lover. "Why?"
Bran Lang spat out a mouthful of blood. He smiled in despair. "Saving you was the worst decision I've ever made. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up like this! "
"You —" Alex wanted to ask something else, but he felt another chill behind him.
Alex quickly let go of Bran Lang and looked back. He saw a pitch-black ghostly hand reaching out of thin air. The hand was holding a sharp blade and swinging it at Alex.
The attack was so fast that Alex couldn't dodge it even if he could see where it was coming from.
Alex felt as if he was in an endless sea of knives. Memories suddenly flashed in his mind. These memories seemed to be combat experiences. If Alex could digest these experiences, perhaps his combat ability would be greatly improved. But at this time, he was in a death trap. There was no time to digest these combat experiences. He could only watch as the knives fell on him.
Just then, Alex felt something pulling him away from behind.
After the explosion, Alex was unharmed. He looked back and saw Angor standing behind him.
It was Angor who saved him.
"Thank you …" Alex's throat went dry. This was the second time Angor saved him.
Angor didn't answer. Instead, he looked to the side.
Alex seemed to have realized something. He turned his head abruptly and saw the ghostly hand with the knife slowly disappear into the void. What was left behind was a corpse with its chest pierced through by a sharp knife.
It was Bran Lang!
Alex's chest tightened. Maybe the ghostly hand didn't want to kill him at all. Or maybe it was just a matter of convenience. His real target was Bran Lang!
Alex walked over to Bo Lun Lang's body with a dazed look in his eyes.
Bran Lang tried to kill him just now, but Alex never wanted to see Bran Lang dead.
No matter what, Bran Lang saved him and even took him in. No matter how cold-hearted Alex was, he would never forget Bran Lang's kindness toward him.
Even though Alex knew Bran Lang was trying to brainwash him with the Holy Codex, he still spent a lot of time reading and memorizing the meaningless rules of the Holy Codex.
This was Alex's own way of saving Bran Lang's life.
Alex thought that one day, he would disguise himself as the brainwashed version of himself that Bran Lang wished to see. That way, he would be able to repay Bran Lang's kindness.
Who would have thought that before that day came, Bolun Lang would die?
Alex stared at Bran Lang's corpse for a long time with a complicated expression.
Finally, under the bright afternoon sun, Alex half-knelt on the ground and slowly closed Bran Lang's wide-open eyes. Then, he began to recite the chapter of the Death Rites from the Holy Codex.
It seemed he wanted to use this familiar method to send Bran Lang off.
Angor watched from afar. The white-haired young man's every movement was elegant and holy, as if he was surrounded by a layer of light.
No one would doubt Alex's identity as a priest if they saw him like this.
However, as Alex himself had said, being a clergyman was only a superficial profession. There were many different kinds of people on the inside.
He was actually referring to Bran Lang. But it wasn't wrong for him to say the same thing about himself.
He was a man who emitted a holy aura from the inside out. However, his inner core might actually be a dark desert.
Still, Angor was sure that Alex's prayer came from the bottom of his heart.
It was Alex's way of expressing his feelings toward Bran Lang.
When Alex finished reciting the Death Rites, he stood up and walked to Angor. "Looks like I messed up this conversation."
Alex's white fur fell down. Maybe it was the wind, or maybe it had a mind of its own. It looked both sad and funny.
A pair of hands rubbed Alex's white fur.
Alex was a little surprised. Angor looked older than him, but not by much. It was inappropriate for a senior to touch a junior.
Alex frowned and tried to resist.
But when he looked up, he froze. It wasn't Angor standing in front of him. It was Father Bran Lang, who was wearing a complicated expression.
Alex turned around in confusion and looked at the corpse where he had been chanting the death rites.
It was still lying there with blood flowing out of the wound.
But why was Father Bran Lang here?
He hesitated and looked at Angor who was floating in the air. Angor raised an eyebrow at him. "Like I said, I'll help you as long as you can help me find the location."
Father Bran Lang clearly knew something.
If Angor could save Alex, it wouldn't be hard for him to save Father Bran Lang as well.
Alex looked at the corpse on the ground again, then at Father Bran Lang. He finally understood.
The corpse was an illusion created by Angor. The man in front of him was the real deal.
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