At the instant the rune was completed, a ghostly light flashed montarily.
In the next mont, an eerie scene unfolded, the corpse, dead for quite so ti, emitted a faint "creaking" sound.
The neck turned stiffly, sitting up like a marionette.
"Who killed you?" The police officer’s voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an inhuman coldness, his eyes fixated on the corpse’s hollow, lifeless eyes.
"Who exactly is this so-called Holy Spirit? Why does she go to such great lengths to infiltrate dreams to spread faith?"
The corpse stared blankly at him, its mouth opening and closing unconsciously, with a barely audible sound of air from its throat, yet no sound erged, nor could it answer his question.
"Hmm?" The officer mildly frowned, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes, "The soul is gone? Just a day dead, and the soul has already been completely extracted, not even a whisper of it left?"
He imdiately grasped the crux of the problem.
Without any remnant of the soul, it’s impossible to directly read the deceased’s mory information through conventional spiritual thods.
But for the Council of the Dead he belonged to, this was rely a trivial inconvenience.
His eyes flashed coldly, without hesitation he extended his hands, fingers probing precisely like iron pincers into the wide-open eye sockets of the corpse.
Accompanied by a teeth-clenching tearing sound, he forcibly gouged out the two lusterless eyeballs from their sockets.
The gouged-out eyeballs fell into his palm without rolling away.
An eerie transformation occurred, the surfaces of the two eyeballs began to wriggle, splitting into fine cracks, from which erged dense, fish-like teeth.
In an instant, the two eyeballs astonishingly turned into bizarre small mouths filled with sharp teeth that opened and closed continuously.
Like the overlapping whispers of countless people, a voice erged from the two eyeballs turned mouths, brimming with chaos and madness.
The officer brought these two Whispering Eyes close to his ear, closing his eyes and listening intently, as if deciphering so information from an unknown realm.
After a while, the mouths on the two eyeballs ceased their whispering, quickly shriveled and withered, ultimately turning into two small piles of ash that drifted from his fingertips.
Only two bottomless black hollows remained on the corpse’s face.
The officer slowly opened his eyes, and on his forrly cold, hard face, a nearly twisted expression of ecstasy surfaced uncontrollably.
"Haha... so that’s it! The so-called Holy Spirit is nothing more than a Sequence Eight capable of infiltrating dreams and extracting souls?"
His voice filled with contempt and greed, "A re ant at Sequence Eight dares to covet the Power of Faith, to spread dreams and gather followers?"
"No way! This must be reported to the Council imdiately!"
An excited gleam flashed in his eyes, "Find her, capture her, this Holy Spirit is a perfect offering sent to us.
Using her as a dium, we can easily plunder the Power of Faith these ignorant workers have just begun to consolidate, which is much faster than us painstakingly guiding and deceiving!"
Thinking of this, he could no longer contain himself, casually tossing the white cloth back over the corpse’s face, covering the hollow eye sockets.
Then he quickly left the cold morgue, eager to bring this good news back to his organization.
However, imrsed in ecstasy, he did not notice that shortly after his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, the cold walls of the morgue rippled like water.
An almost transparent, faintly glowing ethereal spirit silently penetrated the thick walls, appearing in the basent.
This spirit quietly hovered in mid-air, its gaze fixed on the corpse that had lost its eyes.
There was no movent nor sound, just silently observing, as if recording everything that had just occurred.
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