CHAPTER 173: 120, DAMN NEW MEMORY_2

"As long as you swallow this pill now, you can awaken your memory and return to the embrace of the Master of Revelation!"

Zhou Shaoyang was shocked upon hearing Arabic’s words, suddenly understanding as he pointed at Chen Che, asking, "He’s the Scripture Reader who has been lurking in the enemy’s camp!"

Arabic smiled faintly and said, "That’s right, it’s him!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Che merely sneered, "Are you out of your mind? Would I join your cult?"

"How dare you call the great Church a cult?" Zhou Shaoyang’s jealous and malicious gaze fixed on Chen Che.

By listening to Zhou Shaoyang’s inner thoughts, Chen Che could tell Zhou Shaoyang was jealous that he could be in An Nishang’s bed, entangled with An Nishang’s perfect body.

An Nishang, this beautiful and dangerous woman, was most famous for her beauty. Who would have thought that among so many men, An Nishang actually favored someone like Chen Che, being intimate every day.

Chen Che didn’t know that the Apocalypse Society had also attempted to target An Nishang.

Zhou Shaoyang volunteered to seduce An Nishang, but it didn’t stir any interest from An Nishang.

In the end, it ended without a result.

But Zhou Shaoyang was deeply infatuated with An Nishang, and since witnessing An Nishang’s appearance, he was crazily obsessed with this woman.

But not being able to have An Nishang made Zhou Shaoyang particularly miserable.

So upon learning Chen Che’s identity, jealousy and resentment naturally filled his eyes.

Arabic, too, held his temper, taking a long breath and saying, "Once you swallow this Non-Verbal, you’ll restore your memories, and you’ll understand how much you’ll regret what you just said, you’ll endlessly repent your words!"

What made Chen Che’s scalp tingle was that through listening to Arabic’s thoughts, it was true.

This pill wasn’t some kind of poison; rather, it was a medicine that could restore his memories.

But there was no way Chen Che could swallow this pill, much less accept this identity.

What is the Apocalypse Society now? It’s a rat’s nest, everyone wants to crush it!

His current identity was An Nishang’s bed pet, his reputation was climbing step by step; how could he possibly rejoin the Apocalypse Society?!

How could he wade into this cult’s murky waters?

He absolutely could not admit it!

Chen Che coldly and decisively said, "If I really were the Scripture Reader you claim, I’ve captured several of your Scripture Readers. How come none of them recognized me?"

"Because your identity is special, only I’ve seen your true face in the entire Church. They only know you existed! Only knew you were lurking by a significant figure! But they did not see your true appearance!"

Hearing this response, Chen Che internally sighed with relief; by listening to Arabic’s inner words, he knew it was true.

Indeed, only Arabic in the entire Church knew his true appearance and identity.

Given this situation.

Chen Che’s eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness.

"Speak your nonsense, I’ve never believed in any cult, don’t you dare frame me! How do I know whether what you’re giving me is not poison, is this your damn intention..."

Chen Che prepared to silence them for good; he had joined the Apocalypse Society, and this matter must not be known by anyone!

Since only Arabic was aware, it was particularly simple to resolve—just eliminate him, and everything would be settled!

Arabic seemed to have anticipated Chen Che’s reaction; before Chen Che could call for action, he suddenly shouted loudly, "Artuk! Achilabuk! Sarakok!"

This strange spell immediately churned Chen Che’s stomach, making him feel sick, supporting himself against the wall, his face going pale.

Damn it, what’s going on?

Chen Che lifted his head, glaring at Arabic: "What the hell... What’s going on here?"

Arabic let out a breath, his gaze carrying a few threads of pride as he looked at Chen Che: "It’s all thanks to you! You left yourself a safety net!"

"What do you mean?"

"Your loyalty to the Church was beyond everyone’s imagination; you were willing to sacrifice yourself for a certain death mission. Before embarking on this mission, you swallowed the Non-Verbal.

You might also have thought that you might survive this mission, but you would lose your memories of the Church, leading to your inevitable betrayal of the Church, which was unacceptable to you.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to betray the Master of Revelation!

So you begged the Church to implant a parasite in your body, which resided in your stomach; upon hearing the spell I recite, it would churn your stomach!

This was merely your first insurance, because you feared that if you survived, you wouldn’t believe in all the Church’s words, and by reciting the spell directly to make you uncomfortable, you would listen to me!"

"Never thought you considered so thoroughly, but thankfully for this spell."

Chen Che’s lip twitched; naturally, it was not him who did it, but his damn foolish predecessor!

He now guessed that his idiotic predecessor was indeed a follower of the Apocalypse Society!

How goddamn stupid was this predecessor? So stupid to this extent!

To actually be a follower of the Apocalypse Society and even lock himself up like this.

Chen Che felt his scalp prickling.

Slowly exhaling a breath, he straightened his body, a sinister grin on his lips.

"Fuck it, even if what you say is true, so what? I’ll definitely find a way to get rid of this parasite. Originally, you might have a way out, but now you all have to die here."