Luo Yin did not agree with this opinion and responded with "No risks allowed", but Fan Ning just pretended that this sentence did not exist.

Not to mention the many lives that this person carried before, including Teacher Anton... Just one point, the esoteric believers of the Divine Advent Society worship the "Truthful Tiger", and such a good "Yan" can understand him deeply.

Xiao Zhe, it would be a pity not to kill him.

The Special Inspection Office uses "phantom people" to occupy positions, mainly occupying the first and second heights of the climbing path. Similar to people who want to block roads, they can achieve their goals by blocking the intersection, and destroy one or two when they need to be released.

A piece of stone.

Killing a Deep One has the same effect as destroying one or two "phantoms".

Killing a higher-leveled One might be more effective.

"Sylvia is erratic and good at disguise. This has always been the case before. Now, every time she appears in Lannut's memory scene, the color of her clothes is different, the color of the mask is different, and even her figure and voice are different.

Subtle differences, the latter is something I didn’t notice when I was weak before and when I faced it in person..."

"So, where will she be now?" Fan Ning's mind was racing.

The apocalyptic scene of the spirit search became shaky, and finally switched to an outdoor location with a wide view.

In the distance are mountain peaks, lakes and primeval forests that cover the sky, while nearby are swamps, wetlands and bad roads in the mud.

There are few people living here.

Closer, the relatively intact roads that can be called "roads" are the only "man-made traces" that can be seen.

However, ten meters ahead, the road ahead was also cut off by abandoned barbed wire fences and sentry towers.

Everyone twisted off the rusty barbed wire and ducked in.

They wore sun hats and carried bulging outdoor travel bags, and some even carried weapons. It looked like they were going out on an unusual occasion, but they were neatly dressed and in high spirits, as if it was an important day in their lives.

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"We enjoy the joy of heaven, which is very different from the earth..."

"The hustle and bustle of the world has no trace here..."

What made people feel even more dislocated was that there was actually a "happy song" floating out from the team entering the barbed wire fence.

""Heaven is Full of Violins"?"

In the flickering picture, Fan Ning identified that the "joyful song" they sang was a poem from "The Magic Horn of Youth" that was included in the teachings of the Divine Advent Society.

At the last moment, Fan Ning's eyes froze.

He seemed to see something unusual ahead.

Behind the barbed wire fence, on the muddy road, among the reeds at human height that were pushed aside by the team...

On that plane...

He saw something that could not be described as "scenes" or "things" mixed and flowing together, like a twisted and colorful film on the surface of sparkling water!

The moment the figure of the first person stepped into the twisted membrane, the apocalyptic scene of the search for spiritual bodies collapsed.

Fan Ning tapped her fingers on the table.

Lannut was lying on the opposite side, as if sleeping on a eucalyptus, but his calves were twitching unconsciously.

"Carry it away, next one."

If this person's brain is not broken, the church clergy can review it again if he has any detailed information.

A minute later, Fan Ning, who was thinking, spoke again:

"What confession have you come to make?"

...

The two-day Sacrament of Penance was carried out in an orderly manner.

Not everyone who comes to confession will ask some "unnatural" questions or encounter these exceptional variables.

Most of what Fan Ning encountered afterwards were trivial things.

The answer does not require too much brainpower, and you can allocate your energy to think about the problems you face next, but you still have no clue.

Although the pope, the presiding judge and the cardinals and other core senior officials arrived at Hedgewell the night before and had been thinking about the compilation of the "Lavoisier Gospels" all night, they did not choose to disturb Fanning midway.

In this way, it was dusk the next day, which was also the time when Fan Ning was about to leave Janus.

Finally a figure came in, sat in front of the baffle and spoke:

"Good evening, Mr. Father."

Hearing that familiar polite and noble voice, Fan Ning smiled subconsciously, and let go of his self-restrained spiritual sense.

There should be no need to abide by the church's principle of keeping secrets.

Hair tied up, black formal suit, white silk scarf, small leather shoes with exposed insteps...very formal and dignified attire. Fan Ning commented secretly in his heart, and then repeated the same tone hundreds of times:
Chapter completed!