The sudden death message made Gu Chi a little confused.

He thought there might be a fierce battle tonight, but before it even started, the other side had already left.

The key was that he had just thought about silencing the surrender, and the surrender was silenced immediately. Wasn't this a wish come true?

Gu Chi frowned and reached out to pinch the girl.

Just as soft and elastic as last night.

Xia Ling: "???"

The girl who was still thinking about how the surrender died suddenly got attacked. She jumped to the edge of the bed like a startled rabbit, hands protecting her chest, and asked with a blushing face, "What do you want?"

Gu Chi: "I don't want anything for now."

Xia Ling: "Then why did you pinch me?"

Gu Chi explained, "Just to see if this is a dream."

People who are proficient in dreams usually first determine whether they are in a dream when encountering something unreasonable. If not, then they think about why this happened.

Xia Ling realized and widened her eyes slightly, "You didn't turn me into your dream totem, did you?"

This surprised Gu Chi a little, "You know about dream totems?"

"Of course, as a good sister to her brother, I should know about my brother's special abilities, right?" Xia Ling blinked, with a hint of pride in her smile. But before she could be proud for a few seconds, she was ruthlessly brought back to reality by Gu Chi's words.

Gu Chi: "Do you know how to control dreams?"

Xia Ling: "…No."

Compared to simply shaping totems with the subconscious, dream control is still very difficult for beginners. Besides, Xia Ling didn't want to learn. She didn't care for false dreams when real life was so good, with Gu Chi and Xia Leng living under the same roof. No dream, no matter how beautiful, could compare.

Gu Chi didn't dwell on this topic.

Since it wasn't a dream, there must be some hidden logic behind all the unreasonable things.

Apart from himself, who would benefit from the surrender's death?

"I think it's Power 39." Xia Ling sat on the edge of the bed, carefully recalling the process of tonight's meeting, and said, "I can confirm that the surrender didn't have much interaction with other players. He rarely spoke during the discussions, and everyone's performance was quite normal. I didn't see anyone showing hostility towards him."

Assuming that before tonight, ten players had never met each other, the only person the surrender had private contact with was Power 39. Power 39 also had the ability to kill the surrender, making this middle-aged man in a suit the prime suspect.

Gu Chi naturally understood this reasoning, but there was one thing he couldn't figure out: "Why would he want to help us?"

Xia Ling: "Help?"

"Yeah." Gu Chi nodded. "If the surrender had already told Power 39 about us, then Power 39 killing him would be helping us."

After tonight's operation, he should now be seen as an ultimate boss-level friendly NPC in the eyes of the players. As long as he didn't show malice, the players wouldn't actively provoke him. With the characters of these veteran players, even if he wanted to publicly take down someone, others might not help.

After all, it's a personal mode, and the life or death of other players is irrelevant. If someone dies, there's one less person to compete with for points. It's best to just stand by and watch.

Reversing this logic—someone discovers that he's not an NPC but a player. In a situation where the attribute gap is too large, players can only use the strategy of overwhelming numbers to take down this boss. The surrender, as "evidence," is the key to getting all the players to work together. Otherwise, no one would want to take the risk of provoking him.

With Power 39's rich gaming experience, he couldn't possibly not think of this. Yet he still took down the surrender, effectively cutting off the possibility of all the players ganging up on him. How is this not helping him?

"Is it possible that he wants to cooperate with us?" Xia Ling speculated. "Know the truth but not reveal it?"

"I'm afraid it's not just pure cooperation," Gu Chi said.

Wasn't tonight's meeting also a process of players cooperating?

Power 39 was in charge the whole time, looking sincere on the surface, but who knows what he was really thinking.

A man's words can't be trusted.

When facing off against veteran players in PVP, one must assume the worst.

When they first entered the instance, Gu Chi had considered things from Power 39's perspective. If conditions allowed, apart from him and Xia Ling, none of the other players should expect to survive.

There's a very important point—Gu Chi knew about Power 39's personal mission, which was the main source of rewards in the instance. Power 39 had to kill all the players from the other three factions, or else the points distributed from the public missions would be pitifully low.

Gu Chi pondered and asked Xia Ling, "Is there any item that can instantly kill someone with all attributes at 999?"

"There shouldn't be...?" Killing someone with all attributes at 999 sounded absurd to Xia Ling. If such an item existed, even the SS-level Dust Requiem wouldn't have struggled for so many years. She only used "shouldn't" out of caution.

"It's a bit strange." Gu Chi rarely encountered something that he couldn't figure out. Could it be that Power 39 was truly pressured by the 999 attributes and gave up his personal mission, intending to clear the instance with them?"That should be determined first before making plans, right?

Or is it because of his identity as a prophet that Power 39 sees him as a member of the Iris Church?

Apart from "abandoning personal tasks" and "having confidence to kill all attributes 999," Gu Chi couldn't think of a third possibility.

According to Xia Ling's description, it is highly likely that Bitoujiang knows Power 39. He might be the only player in this game who knows Power 39 well. Now that Bitoujiang has logged off, he can't even ask.

The situation seems to be a bit out of control.

Before, he was in the dark, and Power 39 was in the light. Now it's reversed, and he can't figure out Power 39's intentions.

To be on the safe side, Gu Chi decided to change BUFFs when the time comes.

If 999 full attributes can't control the situation, then it needs to be even higher.

"Sleep."

"Wait for news from the Ghostly Child."

Gu Chi didn't want to think about it.

During tonight's meeting, the Ghostly Child also came to find him, and he had told the girl all ten wishes.

As long as the Ghostly Child is helpful, it doesn't matter if the mission of this instance is not completed. Activating the Silent Sun Flame Crystal is his main goal, and with the taboo in hand, he may not be unable to compete with Power 39.

Gu Chi took off the prophet's disguise and hung it on the coat rack, preparing to take a bath.

Xia Ling was quite curious: "In addition to the Ashes of Annihilation, what are the other nine wishes?"

"They are all skill books." Gu Chi lifted the hem of his clothes, took off the remaining two pieces of clothing at once, messed up his hair, revealing his muscular body. He continued, "I told her that I wanted to be a great mage when I was a child, and asked her to bring back more magic books, the higher level the better."

Xia Ling's beautiful eyes rolled around on Gu Chi's broad chest.

"Is this too risky?" she asked.

As a forbidden curse of the Iris Church, the Ashes of Annihilation is extremely precious, equivalent to a treasure in a museum. Now, Gu Chi not only wants the treasure, but also other valuable collections. Gu Chi's identity as a prophet belongs to the Iris Church camp, so doing so is tantamount to instigating others to steal from their own home, and the Ghostly Child may discover the problem at any time.

"It's quite risky." Gu Chi paused, then said, "But for my wife, I have to take the risk."

In case there are useful skills here, Xia Ling can also lock them in, and this instance will not be in vain.

However, Xia Ling's attention was all on the words "my wife." For the first time since she grew up, she heard Gu Chi call her that. In addition to the joy in her heart, her cheeks also felt a little hot, especially when she saw the little grapes on Changge's face.

Although they said they were an old married couple, they had just had their first online wedding night last night. Whether it was in terms of hearing, vision, or feeling, it was all a new experience, and it was inevitable that she felt a little embarrassed.

"Huh?" Gu Chi looked very puzzled. "Why is your face red?"

Xia Ling blushed and said coquettishly, "What did you just call me?"

"I didn't call you anything just now," Gu Chi said.

Xia Ling blushed and hummed, "I heard you, you called me 'wife.'"

"Oh, you mean 'wife,' I was calling Xia Leng," Gu Chi said.

"???"

The shy and smiling look in the girl's eyes suddenly froze, and a big question mark appeared in her beautiful eyes.

How dare this guy tease her like this?

"Gu Chi, you're asking for it!"

Xia Ling angrily picked up a pillow and threw it at Gu Chi.

"You're so violent," Gu Chi dodged the pillow, complaining as he quickly slipped into the bathroom, but forgot to close the door.

Xia Ling wouldn't let it go, she chased in and locked the door on the spot.

No one is allowed to go out before dawn today!

Obviously, Xia Ling fell into Gu Chi's trap, and someone wanted to change to a new battlefield.

But on the other hand, Gu Chi was also not necessarily caught in Xia Ling's trap. It's still unknown who will win in the end.

Meanwhile.

On the other side.

The Ghostly Child had already arrived at the entrance of the Omuda Church.

She looked up, gazing at the magnificent Gothic building.

The light-colored stained glass, like an oil painting during the day, was now covered by the night, like a gem hidden in the mist, emitting a faint brilliance and mystery in the moonlight.

The towering and intricate high towers resembled a majestic stone forest, with sharp spires like needles, piercing the deep and vast sky.

At the top of the main building, there was a touch of purple, which was the budding iris flower, resembling a bamboo shoot. When the power of faith is sufficient, it will bloom with the radiance of the gods, sheltering every believer here.

But the Ghostly Child felt it was still too early.

The flower bud was tightly closed, and the number of people in the Omuda District was limited. Even if there was a true prophet, the flower would not bloom for a year or two—mainly because the prophet seemed to have not helped the Iris Church collect faith. He left after two days of divination, without guiding everyone's attention to the gods and the church.

Isn't that one of his responsibilities? Why didn't he do it?

He even let her come to steal the forbidden spellbook...

The Ghostly Child recalled her experiences today.

She was fully immersed in the plot of the prophet, and she had many vivid experiences.From the initial surprise of meeting Mr. Seer to the touching moment when he welcomed her, followed by the disappointment and sadness after visiting him, and finally the happiness that returned due to a series of details that showed Mr. Seer treated her more specially... Ghostly Child realized, could this aloof man be manipulating her emotions?

Like many other girls, she was indeed susceptible to such attention to detail, but she was also different because she knew that details could be deliberately crafted.

For an NPC, the twelve players should be equal in his heart, not treated differently.

In truth, Ghostly Child quite enjoyed the special attention from Mr. Seer, after all, he was really handsome...

But as a player, once the storyline ended, she should really think about the logical issues.

Why did Mr. Seer treat her better than others?

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If it was for a quest, he had also divined for other players, but his attitude towards them was clearly much colder.

He didn't care about what the other players thought, only about her feelings.

This gave Ghostly Child a very real, yet strange feeling.

It seemed like Mr. Seer cared a lot about her.

Perhaps not too much, but there must be an element of "pleasing" her. If it weren't for asking a few other players later and confirming that Mr. Seer's stats were all 999, she might not be at the church entrance right now, but in Mr. Seer's home.

Ghostly Child wasn't afraid of those exaggerated stats; it was the logical contradiction that bothered her.

Mr. Seer's purpose in "pleasing" her should be for those ten wishes, but with all stats at 999 and dressed in the Saint's clothes, if he really needed those magic books, couldn't he just get them himself? Why deceive a young girl like her?

So Ghostly Child still came to the church.

When the apparent logic conflicted with her own feelings, Ghostly Child usually trusted her feelings.

Logic could be a false construct created by others for you, but feelings are always your own. Even if you make the wrong choice, it's your own business, better than being fooled by others.

But this time, Ghostly Child wanted to choose the former.

The story experience Mr. Seer provided was very good, and although her emotions were suspected to be manipulated, as long as the ending made her happy, it didn't matter.

Ghostly Child was willing to trust this man once.

There were no other seers available, right?

"Mr. Seer, please, don't deceive me, or else..."

The girl clasped her hands together and prayed softly.

But before she could finish, a vigilant voice suddenly sounded beside her.

"Who's there?"

A flashlight shone over.

The clear beam of light revealed the slowly emerging figure of the girl, cloaked in a cape, her head hidden under a hood, murmuring with her head bowed, like a devout believer.

Ghostly Child: "..."

What a lousy invisibility spell, it's gone just by speaking!

And she was speaking so softly!

"Who are you? What are you doing at the church in the middle of the night?" the person approached and asked.

Ghostly Child revealed a sunny smile: "I heard a wandering bard say, if there's a heaven, it should look like a library, and the church is the place closest to heaven and most like heaven. There should be a library here too, right?"

"I'm here to get a book..."

"Let me send you on your way to heaven."

With the sound of a wind chime, the girl's voice fell, and she disappeared, leaving the cloak still in place.

A ghostly black shadow darted back and forth, pulling out a string of blurred afterimages.

Ghostly Child reappeared beneath the cloak.

Her speed was so fast that even the cloak didn't have time to collapse.

"Thud."

The patrolling person fell to the ground.

The flashlight rolled a few times, perfectly illuminating the entrance of the church.

Another perfect start to a stealth mission.

Ghostly Child continued to clasp her hands and finished her sentence.

"Mr. Seer, I'm off to kill someone now, if you deceive me, I'll get angry and fight you..."

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