Why do you want to call me

In this era, how many warlocks would pay attention to gods, especially the students of the Mystery Academy.

Several people felt that they had found the right place, so they started a big search.

The young man moved the chair in front of the table and flipped through the book [Gods], feeling a little disappointed.

It's just a book describing all the gods, not the blasphemous book they imagined.

With a random glance, he glanced at the boxes of matches, paper and pens in front of the table, and then his eyes came to the bookshelf.

Ok?

what is that?

The youth took down a booklet.

He read it carefully, but found that there were only rows of names in it, counting from top to bottom, there were probably 20 people.

Burning text

The rest is just blank, nothing else.

This should be just a list.

Looking at the list, he could find some familiar names on it.

Such as Albert Watkinson, Kars Pilmay, Varuwari Kapoon...

These names, the priests, require special attention, because they are all existences that this small religious order cannot afford to provoke.

Of course, it's not just the people above, there are at least a thousand of them that have actually been recorded.

As members of a small order, it was really hard for them to survive.

"But why are the people above here all from the Twilight Sect?"

The young man frowned and thought about it, but he still couldn't figure it out, so he wrote it down and prepared to discuss it with other people after going out.

He looked aside, but stood there dumbfounded.

What about people?

What about the person who was still next to you just now?

A gloomy cold air rushed towards the face, the young man shivered shiveringly, his heart was filled with extreme fear.

"Denkin?"

"Uriel?"

Cautiously, he called someone's name.

But it was replaced by an extremely quiet atmosphere.

The young man gritted his teeth, even if someone came out at this moment.

At least know who quietly disappeared several people.

The young man pushed away the chair in front of him, ready to break through the window at any time.

But out of his sight, a tentacle quietly stretched out from under the chair.

The young man was driven into a mental breakdown by the quiet atmosphere.

He released a spell and set the house on fire.

Then ran to the window.

Accompanied by the crisp cracking sound of the window, the young man seemed to have seen the scenery of the street outside the window.

The sun was just right, and there were many figures walking on the street.

They talked to each other, but not a single sound came out.

Youth seems to be in a silent world.

Then he looked at the quiet bedroom in front of him with a stiff face.

He actually came back here again!

The young man then lit another fire, and a raging fire suddenly ignited in the bedroom.

Feeling the hot tongue licking the skin on his face, he broke out of the window again.

But the result is still back to the quiet bedroom.

No matter what method the young man used, even if he walked out of the bedroom door, he was sent back to the original place.

His spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he could only beat everything in impotence and fury.

But in reality, he was standing where he was, with a foolish look on his face.

At this moment, several small objects are standing obediently in the corner, and in front of them is the chair of the number one housekeeper.

It is angrily denouncing these things that are not too big to watch.

And the shadow is dragging the two people who fainted, squatting down to observe carefully.

It simply had a bold idea in its mind at this time.

I wonder if these can be made into food?

Shadow looked at the mysterious items on the two of them and thought so.

Chapter 140 Sorry, Sir Priest

When the young man woke up, he found that he was already in the cage.

After going through the torment that seemed to be hell, his spirit was very weak.

Even if they, as believers of the Lord of Illusions, have great resistance to illusions, they still cannot tell whether those scenes are fake or not.

Now seeing that he seemed to be unscathed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It really was just an illusion.

But it made him feel even more humiliated.

But when he glanced outside, he saw something even more terrifying.

A chair with legs made of tentacles.

There are also those small moving objects, all kinds of hideous appearances, which almost scared his soul away.

Turning his head, he saw a shadow of Mohu that seemed to be devouring his companion bit by bit.

fake!

Everything is fake!

This must be another time I fell into the hallucination.

With this in mind, he directly self-hypnotized and passed out.

When I woke up again, I saw Ji Yan.

……

"What are you so afraid of?"

Ji Yan didn't know what to say, since he saw these people, they were very afraid of him.

It seemed that he seemed to be some kind of murderous monster.

Wait, I really need to talk about it.

This group of people seemed to be the real villains, and he was just an ordinary homeowner.

"We've said all we can say!"

Behind the young man, a person seems to have collapsed psychological defense.

He slumped to the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.

"There's really nothing left!"

"Do not kill me!"

The young man immediately turned his head to look at the frightened person, with a trace of hatred for iron and steel in his eyes.

"traitor!"

He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, as if he didn't remember him begging for mercy in front of Ji Yan before.

But then the young man felt a gaze that could not be ignored quietly fell on him.

Turning his head back a little stiffly, he was facing the last season's words, which seemed to hide a hint of resentment.

Ji Yan is even more helpless at this moment, how can he make himself seem to be the perpetrator with this frightened look.

He was also very wronged, obviously he was the victim!

He just saw this group of people locked in a cage when he got home, and they were firmly trapped with ropes.

Ji Yan felt even more terrified, so he added a few more locks to them.

As if it didn't feel safe enough, they were moved to the basement dug by Shadow.

Oh, right.

The shadow has already dug more and more tunnels, and Ji Yan doesn't even know how many basements there are in his home.

At this time, the shadow came out, conveying a feeling of grievance to him.

Ji Yan, who didn't know why, went to ask his butler, that is, the chair.

After listening to Ji Yan's question, the chair immediately picked up the ink and started writing on the paper.

After finishing writing, he handed the paper to his master.

At this moment, Ji Yan finally knew the whole story from it.

Probably a few little thieves sneaked into his home, as if they were looking for something.

Then he was immobilized by the chair with illusion.

But they seem to be mentally disturbed, but this is normal.

As for the grievance of the shadow, this is somewhat difficult to describe.

In fact, it found that the mysterious item seemed inedible, and felt that there was one less dish that could be cooked in the world.

"What about those mysterious items?"

The chair is swished again.

It found that after the shadow devoured the person, it hurriedly let it spit out.

Fortunately, the shadow is not interested in people.

It's just interested in those mysterious items.

But those mysterious items have been digested, so it knows that it can't cook.

Seeing this, Ji Yan shook his head.

Well, as long as the shadow is happy.

When facing those people again, they confessed everything directly without interrogation.

Including that he came to investigate Ji Yan, and suspected that he was a blasphemer.

……

It's all the fault of that item.

Ji Yan attributed all the mistakes to the mysterious item sent out, and quickly came to a conclusion on the matter.

"Where is the address of your fantasy sect?"

He looked at the young man in front of him and asked.

"He has already said that it is the Caplin family who impersonated."

"Where to look for it, there will be clues!"