Chapter 208: There Will Always Be One Who Can Speak

To be honest, Song Cheng actually didn't care what Yu Sheng wanted—after all, they had "cooperated" so many times that he now fully understood the Director's attitude toward Yu Sheng; his only worry was that there was a bit too much of it and might make someone overfull, but after seeing Hu Li strip a chicken leg down to the bone in three bites right there on the spot, even that last worry vanished...

Instead, Yu Sheng felt a bit embarrassed; after the skewers were served, he glanced awkwardly at Song Cheng: "You're really giving them? You didn't even ask?"

"Just don't roast me," Captain Song said with a serious face, struggling to ignore the sound of Hu Li stripping skewers beside him, "Our Special Operations Bureau has always proceeded from a practical standpoint..."

Yu Sheng chuckled, casually swept the other alchemical materials he needed into Hu Li's tail, and then stepped over to the corpses of those Angel cultists.

These cultists hadn't been dead for long; estimates placed the mad "self-sacrifice" ritual the previous night, and Yu Sheng believed his "Conversation with the Dead" ability would work very well on such "fresh" corpses.

He sliced open the palm of one cultist, and blood that hadn't fully coagulated yet slowly seeped from the wound.

He took a light breath, reached out to touch the already cooled blood, and murmured softly as if talking to himself: "Come on, let's chat."

In an instant, the stagnant, faded world belonging to the dead descended.

Everything around turned into monotonous black, white, and gray; the entire room fell into silence; cold blood established temporary channels; Yu Sheng felt a momentary daze, and once his vision stabilized, he saw the Angel cultist lying on the morgue table had opened his eyes hollowly and stiffly, and was staring at him.

This alienated gaze was chilling.

"I..." a hoarse, low murmur came from the cultist's throat, like an empty echo issuing from a hollow shell, "I should have returned to the Lord's embrace..."

"I don't know where the dead are supposed to go, but now you've been stopped by me," Yu Sheng smiled, looking at the talking shell, "You sacrificed yourself to Anka Ela—for what purpose?"

As if the words "Anka Ela" suddenly triggered a stimulus, that dazed shell's eyes snapped wide open; he stared fixedly at Yu Sheng, as if trying to discern who the person before him was, or perhaps trying to understand what was happening to himself, yet the chaos of the dead assailed him; the cultist struggled hard for a few seconds, and finally, the strongest thoughts and memories from before his death opened their doors to Yu Sheng—

"Ah, we heard the Lord's voice... His child is finally to awaken; we offer Him guidance... The time to fulfill the contract has arrived."

The dead body struggled to sit up; in this faded and silent world of the afterlife, he looked into Yu Sheng's eyes, and then suddenly grinned.

The corpse suddenly emitted a strange and terrifying manic laughter, as if he had suddenly understood something; his mouth opened wider and wider, finally even tearing his own cheeks, tearing his own skull, and hoarse, grating noise burst forth from his chest—

"Ah, I know who you are—you have touched that sacred umbilical cord; you appeared in the Lord's dream... His whispers have already outlined your fate... Hahaha, everything was foreshadowed long ago! You are too late! Poor souls, poor souls! You came too late! Hahaha... We are not here; we... we are no longer here..."

The laughing corpse suddenly convulsed violently, then fell back down amidst the manic noise; its unsettling laughter and screams echoed around Yu Sheng like some vicious curse; Yu Sheng listened in astonishment, and before he could ask anything further, the fallen corpse suddenly burst into flames—pale flames swallowed the shell in the blink of an eye, and immediately after, the shells on the other morgue tables began to burn fiercely one after another!

In the monotonous, silent world of black, white, and gray, all the Angel cultists' bodies burst into flames; Yu Sheng looked around in shock, seeing those ignited corpses convulsing; they screamed, laughed maniacally, shouted the name of Anka Ela, shouted of the umbilical cord and the foreshadowing of awakening, and many other sentences that humans simply could not understand, sounding like pure noise, and then suddenly, all the noise vanished.

Those Xiong Xiong burning pale flames dispersed from Yu Sheng's vision as if they had never appeared.

Color returned; Yu Sheng blinked his eyes and saw he had already returned to the normal real world; the Angel cultists' corpses were still lying quietly on the morgue tables, appearing completely unchanged.

However, when he tried to cut open another corpse's palm and attempt "Conversation with the Dead" with the second Angel cultist, he found he only heard a short, hollow whistle.

It was as if some "thing" inside these shells had vanished; when those pale flames burned up just now, all the remaining "souls" within the Angel cultists' corpses had left this place.

Song Cheng walked over from the side, his face carrying a somewhat nervous expression: "What's wrong? Did the ritual fail?"

"... No, the ritual actually succeeded," Yu Sheng steadied himself, pushed the chaotic thoughts in his mind aside for the moment, and spoke rapidly, "But they said a lot of crazy things; something didn't sound right to me..."

He told the Special Operations Bureau captain present everything he had heard during the "Conversation with the Dead," including the fact that he could no longer establish "communication" with the other cultist corpses.

Song Cheng's eyebrows gradually knitted into two knots, and his expression became exceptionally grave: "The Lord's child is about to awaken? And they 'offered guidance'? And they said we were too late..."

He muttered to himself; after a while, Irene beside him suddenly reminded, "Go check that Angel cultist whose defenses we broke through earlier? See if we can get anything else out of him."

Yu Sheng and Song Cheng quickly exchanged glances, then nodded simultaneously.

The group (including the already full fox) quickly left the morgue and arrived at the place where the Angel cultist was detained. When they walked through the gate and the light curtain receded, Yu Sheng saw the bald man he had lectured several times again.

The other party looked even thinner than last time, and his spirit was somewhat listless, but he still sat upright in the room, as if even now, he was still doing his utmost to maintain the last shred of pride as a "Servant of the Messenger."

It was just that when Yu Sheng appeared in the room, this bald cultist still clearly showed an expression of some surprise and even fear.

"I'm here again," Yu Sheng didn't stand on ceremony with the other party; after approaching, he sat directly on the bed opposite him, "Speak up: cooperate directly or go through the procedure?"

"What procedure?" the bald man instinctively shifted his gaze, but immediately turned his head back and stared calmly into Yu Sheng's eyes.

"You keep acting defiant, then I beat you up; you keep acting defiant, then I beat you up again—after beating you several times, you claim you are unyielding, but the puppet beside me will drill into your brain and dig out all the remaining secrets in your memories," Yu Sheng said casually, "You should know that the will barrier you take pride in is actually riddled with holes now; if Irene can drill in once, she can drill in countless times; the only difference is whether you want to endure a few more beatings—I personally don't care; anyway, if you're used to going through the procedure, you can adjust your expression right now."

That bald cultist obviously hadn't expected Yu Sheng to be so blunt this time; his face changed several times, but in the end, he still shook his head.

"Whatever; I have no more secrets; you can use whatever means you can think of; this cursed puppet can also turn my consciousness inside out and search it thoroughly—death or torture, I am prepared."

Yu Sheng stared fixedly at the other party's eyes; he found this guy's face was perfectly calm.

This calmness didn't seem fake.

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"Do you know your accomplices are all dead?" Yu Sheng suddenly said, "We found their hiding place—all dead, not one left."

The expression on the Angel cultist's face finally changed a little.

But that change held no sorrow or wavering at all; instead, it carried some inexplicable joy and calmness.

After staring at each other for several minutes like this, Yu Sheng finally heard the Angel cultist emit a mumbled murmur: "Ah, it seems the vessel is finally mature..."

Yu Sheng's heart stirred; he suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the other party's collar, and shouted: "What did you say? What does 'the vessel is finally mature' mean?"

However, this time the Angel cultist truly had no trace of nervousness or fear; he became completely calm; facing Yu Sheng's gaze, a faint mockery even surfaced in the depths of his eyes; he opened his mouth and silently said with his lips: "Goodbye—"

The next second, Yu Sheng felt the body he was holding suddenly sink heavily; the other party's aura vanished in the blink of an eye, as if a person had directly switched their status from "alive" to "dead"; this Angel cultist, who was under layered restraints and surveillance devices, had actually died right before his eyes...

Even from the monitor on the ceiling came Song Cheng's shocked exclamation: "Ah?! What's going on?!"

Yu Sheng frowned, didn't bother to respond to Song Cheng, but casually took out a small knife, sliced a wound on the arm of the just-deceased Angel cultist, grabbed him, and immediately started chatting—

The black, white, and gray world of the dead descended instantly; the newly deceased Angel cultist opened his eyes in confusion; when he saw Yu Sheng before him, he was clearly somewhat stunned.

Obviously, the reaction of someone who had just died during "Conversation with the Dead" was far more lively than that of corpses dead for a long time; at least the expression was quite "human."

Yu Sheng just stared at the other party, grabbed the latter's collar, and continued asking: "You haven't finished yet; what does 'the vessel is finally mature' mean?"

The Angel cultist blinked his eyes, as if finally understanding what had happened.

"... Damn."

He said.

(End of this chapter)