Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 272 Death Acts
The Soul Hunter can be described as the agent of the Silent Death and the manager of the realm of requiem.

Lurking and stalking during the day, and hunting desperately at night, he is the key figure connecting the realm of requiem and reality, and runs through the entire All Saints' Day.

Judging from the emotion expressed at the beginning of the dungeon, the Soul Hunter has become a little insane after hundreds of years of hunting, and its long-cherished wish is about to be realized.

"The wear and tear of the spirit... Do the undead also have an aging period?" Wei Miao speculated, "This doesn't seem like the spirit strength that a person favored by God should have."

For a true person favored by God, 300 years is far from enough to cause spiritual decay.

She had served as the rabbit god "Scarlet Eyes" in the second copy and created hundreds of gods' followers, so she had a certain understanding of this aspect.

Even for a lowly deity like the Scarlet Eye, its agent Lubit could only survive for more than 300 years.

Due to their absolute belief in the gods themselves, the gods' followers have tempered their tenacious faith and will, and their mental strength is not on the same level as that of ordinary extraordinary people.

Moreover, if the "long wait" mentioned by the soul hunter is a dedication to the gods, its emotions should be excited when it is about to be completed.

But in fact, it was tired and indifferent, and there was a sense of relief in its words.

Wei Miao touched the edge of his face. The crow mask was embedded in his flesh, and the leather extended to below his neck, concealing his original appearance.

"If we say that its predecessor was also a resident of Sabo Town, and was promoted to a favored one by taking advantage of the disaster, then it makes sense. It is easier to act with a local who is familiar with the town than a favored one who was dropped in from the sky."

"It is not justification by faith, but ... a kind of pact with death. It is watching for its own sake."

"The price it paid was 300 years of hunting and waiting. Although it was promoted to a divine favor, its spiritual level is still that of an ordinary person, without a true extraordinary will."

Wei Miao walked along the path in the garden, his eyes sweeping over the tombstones on which the brief inscriptions described the life of the deceased.

After walking through the areas that had not been explored during the day, as expected, one person's tombstone was not among them.

"Who will be promoted to be the God's Favored One?" Wei Miao began to walk back. "The Silent Death God originally had no roots in this area. If He wants to choose someone, He will not choose a homeless person as the God's Favored One. The status of the God's Favored One cannot be desecrated."

"Since the Silent Death God made his plans early, he should have chosen his favorite in advance. The most likely candidate is... the mayor of the small town."

This speculation came from a small detail.

In the Requiem Realm, the mayor's former residence is the only residential house with a door that is not locked.

If the soul hunter is the mayor, then obviously he can return to his home without any obstacles.

"There is no tombstone for the mayor in the cemetery. If he is really a soul hunter, the Blessing Cult would never erect a tombstone for a pagan god in their own cemetery."

"And in terms of status, the mayor represents the administrative power of the town and is qualified to be used as a pawn to counter the Zhuyou Sect."

The town hall and the church face each other across the square and the statue. The opposition and coexistence between politics and religion can be seen from their positions.

The same structure exists in the Requiem Realm. Soul Hunters, who are the chosen ones of God and the representatives of the Silent Death, have their residences facing the cathedral.

Symbolically, it makes sense. Symbols are the key to understanding the gods.

The gods with supreme power cannot come to the world in person, so most of them appear in the form of symbols.

"A mayor who is familiar with the town is also the best candidate to manage special residents, including the subsequent guidance and establishment of the All Saints' Day and cooperation with the Blessing Sect..."

"However, he should know about the coming and consequences of the catastrophe. After all, he has to contribute to the follow-up. What kind of benefit is worth him using the lives of the entire town as bargaining chips to make a covenant with the Silent Death?"

Hatu once came to the town to persuade the residents to flee the town, but was ignored. At that time, the mayor may have known the truth.

As a natural disaster, the Great Cataclysm will definitely come. But if he shows up, the tragedy of death in the Great Cataclysm may not happen. But this destroys the plans of the two gods.

"So, the mayor was actually powerless to prevent the coming of the Cataclysm. Rather, he gained something from the Silent Death at the cost of 300 years of watch."

Thinking of this, Wei Miao felt that he needed to go to the City Hall to take a look.

The town hall was converted from the original mayor's residence. If the mayor really left any clues, that would be the most likely place.

Of course, these were all her speculations based on the very little known information. During the limited stay, the town of Sabo was almost in a deep sleep, and exploring the game and transaction between the two gods was the most appropriate thing to do at the moment.

After putting the tools back into the gravekeeper's hut, Wei Miao flew out of the cemetery.

Looking down from above, she could see no one in the square. It seemed as if she was the only one awake in this town.

Wei Miao looked up. The sky was clear and the air was fresh. In the starry night sky, there was a rainbow star that was particularly bright.

The distance between the town hall and the cemetery is very close, just across a square.

At the speed of a soul hunter, half a minute later, she stepped onto the stone steps in front of the town hall.

Midnight is non-working hours and the doors of the city hall are closed.

Wei Miao walked around the city hall and found that the balcony on the side of the second floor was a good way to sneak in.

The balcony is usually not tightly sealed because few people can enter from the balcony.

She landed silently on the semicircular balcony, walked forward, opened the unlocked frosted glass door, and walked straight into the room.

This is an office space. A large pile of documents is stacked on the desk next to the door, and many heavy-looking wooden tables are placed in a row.

Wei Miao took a quick glance and didn't look closely.

In truth, she had no idea what she might find. If there was any clue left, what form might it take?
Wei Miao could only answer, “It all depends on fate.”

It is possible, and not unlikely, that there are no traces at all.

But with her extraordinary insight, she vaguely felt that the soul hunter should have left some arrangements.

To Him, the town of Sabo is just one of His numerous arrangements. At most, He can devote a little thought to it and make use of the people and things here, but He will not be able to survive.

He is high in the dome, observing everything, and everything is at His fingertips, and He can discard it at will.

Using sacrifice to interfere is a method they often use.

The formation of the Requiem Realm could not have been the result of His direct action. The souls residing in it and its connection with the All Saints' Day all indicate that this was the result of the utilization of the great catastrophe.

He is only a designer, not a doer.

The actor is someone else, so this task will naturally fall on the head of God's favored one.

Given the scale and layout of the soul-resting area, Wei Miao didn't believe that the mayor had not made some advance preparations.

The most convenient place to prepare is naturally your own home.

Belated holiday greetings: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!