CHAPTER 721: CHAPTER 201: WILL AND ENTRUSTMENT (REQUEST FOR MONTHLY VOTES)

Ah?

That thing spreads through memory?

What thing?

This, why does this sound like a ghost story?

In the dim and empty underground hall, Xu Shu, sitting on a long bench, was instantly stunned, feeling that the flickering candlelight around him suddenly became gloomy, resembling a series of ghastly faces mocking him.

But in a moment, he understood.

What Yu Mingluan referred to, obviously, was the corruption from the Evil God that drove him half mad.

That it could "spread through memory," such an irrational description indeed matched the general public’s basic understanding of the Evil God—evil, mad, bizarre, and powerful!

But then the problem arose.

Why did Yu Mingluan say it was because I had no questions to ask, that he discovered this?

What does this have to do with me?

I haven’t been corrupted by the Evil God.

Wait, could it be...

A sinister premonition suddenly flashed through Xu Shu’s mind as he hurriedly read on.

However, he saw that Yu Mingluan had scribbled a long string of indecipherable handwriting, then continued writing:

"You transmitted it to me, hence you naturally would no longer retain this memory."

"And I must have spread it to others, so I too lost the memory about it."

"I no longer know what it exactly is, nor understand the consequences it might bring, perhaps plunging me into confusion and chaos is one of its effects, but I am not so sure; these are merely my speculations afterward, as most of the memories have been forgotten."

"To record these words is already the utmost I can do; all I can tell you is not to easily trust anyone unless you are familiar enough with them to recognize any anomalies."

"Regrettably, I cannot recall whom I passed ’it’ on to, but whoever is corrupted by it will inevitably become their accomplice."

"This is a force ordinary people cannot contend with; perhaps only those who have broken through to the Fourth Realm, becoming a demigod, can be immune to this level of corruption."

"Below a demigod, all are mere ants; hence, still not having advanced, yet holding a significantly high authority in the safe zone, has made me their target to breach."

"The only thing I can be sure of is that it was not passed to Bai Sanxiang because this chap was trying to break through and failed once before I found him, his body still in a very weak state, if passed to him, he would have died on the spot."

"Ah, after all, not everyone is like you, having powerful figures backing them, capable of surviving such calamities."

"But you need not blame yourself, as you are not the cause of this matter."

"You and I are merely tiny pieces that just happened to enter the game, drawn into this vortex."

"Even without you Xu Shu, there would be others like Zhang Shu, Liu Shu, to pass it on to me; all this was long in their control, long planned."

"The malice of Esoteric Buddhism, the meticulous thoughts, and the comprehensive plans are indeed indefensible, yet also admirable."

"If my Lord’s believers possessed their strong resilience and execution power, how could the Holy Hall have declined to such a state today?"

"Alas, it is ultimately my greed overwhelming my capacity, best left unmentioned. I entrust three things to you."

This page ended here.

After reading it, Xu Shu’s heart couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Though the Archbishop said he needn’t blame himself, how could Xu Shu easily let go of the fact that it was he who had caused the Archbishop’s death?

This pollution of the Evil God, it was I who transmitted it to the Archbishop!

When did this happen?

Was it the first time I encountered Magitelle, the Divine Chosen of Jianqi, when the bishop came to rescue me in the Wasteland?

Was my encounter with Magitelle not by chance, but a trap instead?

But, I have completely no memory of it...

No, I once doubted that I had forgotten something.

Seven days ago... just back from the Wasteland... Storm Manor... church, Evil God... Black Zhen School... the eyes of the Dark Mother Goddess...

...

Xu Shu closed his eyes, and scenes from the past flashed before him, pausing at a certain image.

It was when he first received news from Esoteric Buddhism about to attack the safe zone and reported it to the Archbishop.

The time was also seven days ago, the day the Archbishop claimed he first "heard the voice of the Lord," and later discovered it was false.

Who passed the message to me?

Su Ji...

Damn it!

Was it Su Ji Herrera who transmitted the "memory" to me?!

Xu Shu suddenly realized, a strong murderous intent ignited in him, regretting not finding a way to tear Su Ji Herrera to pieces then.

However, the Black Zhen School certainly did not participate in this Esoteric Buddhism attack, and not a single person from the Black Zhen School could be seen in the safe zone.

According to Yu Mingluan, Suji Herrera was likely just like him, merely a ’pawn’ being used.

If Su Ji Herrera was guilty, then what about himself, also calculated as a pawn, who acted as one of the disseminators of the polluted "memory"?

Xu Shu was suddenly stunned, struck by a bewildering sense of being adrift.

This was the first time since his ’birth’ he had felt such frustration.

Because he didn’t even know who to hold accountable.