To be honest, Song Cheng didn't really care about what Yu Sheng asked for—all things considered, they've "collaborated" enough times, and he was thoroughly familiar with the director's attitude towards Yu Sheng. His only concern was that the things requested might be a bit too much, possibly overdoing it. But witnessing Hu Li devouring a chicken leg down to the bone in three bites dispelled even that last bit of concern...

On the contrary, Yu Sheng was feeling a bit embarrassed. When the skewers were brought over, he glanced at Song Cheng awkwardly: "You really went for it? Without even questioning it?"

"Just don't roast me," Captain Song said with a stern face, trying hard to ignore the sound of Hu Li munching nearby, "Our Special Service Bureau always operates from a utilitarian standpoint..."

Yu Sheng chuckled, casually sweeping all the other alchemy materials he had requested into Hu Li's tail, then stepped over to the corpses of the Angel Sect cultists.

The death of these cultists hadn't been that long ago; it was estimated that the frantic "self-sacrifice" ritual had happened just the previous night. Yu Sheng believed his "Dead Communication" ability would be quite effective on such "fresh" corpses.

He sliced open the palm of one of the cultists, the blood, not yet fully coagulated, slowly seeped out from the wound.

He took a light breath, reaching out to touch the cooled blood, muttering to himself in a soft voice: "Come, let's chat."

Instantly, the stagnant, faded world belonging to the dead descended.

Everything around turned into monotonous black, white, and gray. The entire room plunged into silence, and the cold blood established a temporary channel. Yu Sheng felt momentarily dazed, but once his vision stabilized, he saw the Angel Sect cultist lying on the mortuary table had already opened his eyes, staring blankly at him.

This heterogenized gaze was terrifying.

"I..." The cultist's throat produced a hoarse, low mumble, as though echoing from an empty shell, "I should have returned to the Lord's embrace..."

"I don't know where the dead should go, but now I've stopped you," Yu Sheng smiled as he looked at the talking corpse, "You sacrificed yourself to Anka Aela—why is that?"

As if the name "Anka Aela" had suddenly triggered something, the muddled shell widened its eyes abruptly, staring intensely at Yu Sheng, seemingly trying to identify this person or understand the situation happening to itself. However, the chaos of the dead encroached upon him, and after several seconds of struggle, the cultist's strongest thoughts and memories finally opened up to Yu Sheng—

"Ah, we heard the Lord's voice...His child is finally awakening, we offered him guidance...the fulfillment time has arrived."

The deceased struggled to sit up in the faded, silent afterlife world, looking into Yu Sheng's eyes, then suddenly grinned.

The corpse emitted a bizarre and horrifying laugh, as if suddenly comprehending something, the mouth grinning wider and wider until it ripped its cheeks and skull apart, and a hoarse piercing noise burst from its chest cavity—

"Ah, I know who you are—you've touched the sacred umbilical cord, appeared in the Lord's Dream Realm...His whispers have already outlined your fate...hahahaha, everything has been foretold! You are late! Poor soul, poor soul! You arrived too late! Hahaha...we are no longer here, we...are no longer here..."

The laughing corpse suddenly convulsed violently, then fell back in the frenzied noise. The unsettling laughter and screams echoed like some malicious curse in Yu Sheng's ears. He listened in shock, but before he could further inquire, the fallen corpse swiftly ignited—a pale flame engulfed the shell in a blink, and subsequently, the bodies on other mortuary tables also began burning intensely one after another!

In the monochromatic desolate world, all the Angel Sect cultists' bodies ignited. Yu Sheng looked around in shock, seeing the convulsing corpses amid the flames, screaming, laughing maniacally, shouting Anka Aela's name, mentioning the umbilical cord and awakening prophecy, along with many incomprehensible, chaotic sentences. Then, suddenly, all the noises ceased.

Those fiercely burning pale flames disappeared from Yu Sheng's vision as if they had never existed.

Colors returned, Yu Sheng blinked, finding himself back in the normal, real world. The Angel Sect cultists' corpses still lay quietly on the mortuary tables, seemingly unchanged.

However, when he attempted to cut open another corpse's palm to initiate "Dead Communication" with the second cultist, he found he only heard a brief, hollow whistling.

It seemed as if something within those shells had disappeared during the pale flames' burn, all the souls remaining in the corpses of the Angel Sect cultists had left.

Song Cheng walked over with a slightly tense expression on his face: "What happened? Did the ritual fail?"

"...No, the ritual succeeded," Yu Sheng steadied himself, suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in his mind for the moment, and spoke rapidly, "But they uttered many crazy things, it didn't sound right to me..."

He recounted all the deranged statements he heard during the "Dead Communication" to the Special Service Bureau captain before him, including the current inability to establish "communication" with the other cultist corpses.

Song Cheng's eyebrows gradually furrowed into knots, his face growing more solemn: "'The Lord's child is about to awaken'? And 'offered guidance'? And saying we are late..."

He muttered to himself for a while, then Erin suddenly reminded: "Check the Angel Sect follower we breached the defense line earlier? See if we can extract anything more from him."

Yu Sheng and Song Cheng glanced at each other quickly, then nodded simultaneously.

The group (including the well-fed Hu Li) quickly left the morgue and arrived at the place where the Angel Sect followers were held.

As they walked through the gate and the light screen receded, Yu Sheng saw the bald man he had lectured several times before.

The man looked even thinner than last time, his spirit somewhat lethargic, but he still sat straight in the room, as if he was still trying his hardest to maintain his last bit of pride as the Servant of the Envoy.

However, when Yu Sheng appeared in the room, the bald cultist clearly showed a surprised and even slightly panic-stricken expression.

"I'm back again," Yu Sheng didn't bother with pleasantries and directly sat on the bed opposite the man, "So, are you going to cooperate directly or go through the process?"

"What process?" The bald man instinctively shifted his gaze but then turned back calmly, staring into Yu Sheng's eyes.

"It's you keeping your defiant attitude, then I beat you up, you stay defiant, I beat you up again—after several rounds, you claim your indomitable spirit, but my Puppet here will drill into your brain and extract the remaining secrets from your memory," Yu Sheng said casually, "You know, your proud mental barriers are already full of holes. Erin can dig in once, she can dig in countless times. The only difference is whether you want to take a few more beatings—I'm indifferent, but if you're used to following procedures, then you can adjust your expression now."

The bald cultist clearly didn't expect Yu Sheng to be so blunt this time. His expression changed several times, but eventually, he shook his head.

"Do as you will. I have no more secrets. You can use any method you think of. This cursed Puppet can dig through my consciousness thoroughly—death or torture, I am prepared for both."

Yu Sheng stared into the man's eyes, finding his calm genuine.

This calm didn't seem fake.

"Did you know that your comrades are all dead?" Yu Sheng suddenly said, "We found their hiding place—they're all dead, not one left."

The expression on the Angel Sect follower's face finally changed.

But that change contained no sorrow or hesitation, instead, it carried a strange joy and calm.

After several minutes of confrontation, Yu Sheng finally heard the Angel Sect follower mumble, "Ah, it seems the container has finally matured…"

Yu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, he rushed forward and grabbed the man's collar, "What did you say? What do you mean 'the container has finally matured'?"

However, this time the Angel Sect follower showed no sign of nervousness or panic, he completely calmed down, and even faint mockery surfaced in his eyes. He opened his mouth and silently mouthed the words: "Goodbye—"

The next second, Yu Sheng felt the body he was holding suddenly sink, and the man's breath instantaneously vanished, as if someone had switched his state from "alive" to "dead," the Angel Sect follower, heavily guarded by layers of prohibitions and surveillance, just died right in front of him.

From the monitoring device on the roof came Song Cheng's astonished shout, "Ah?! What's going on?!"

Yu Sheng frowned, ignoring Song Cheng's yell, he casually pulled out a knife and made a cut on the recently deceased Angel Sect follower's arm, grabbing it and initiating contact—

The black, white, and gray world of the dead descended instantly, the newly dead Angel Sect follower opened his eyes blankly, and upon seeing Yu Sheng before him, he clearly appeared momentarily confused.

Obviously, the reaction of a freshly dead person during "Dead Communication" is much more animated than those corpses that have been dead for a long time, at least, their expression seemed quite "human."

Yu Sheng continued to stare at the man, grabbing his collar and pressing on, "You haven't finished speaking yet, what does 'the container has finally matured' mean?"

The Angel Sect follower blinked, as if he finally understood what was happening.

"...Shit."

He said.

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