Chapter 22: Priest and soulwalker

Lang ’s funeral, as a family member, or as Mr. Fisher arranged and hoped, had a
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preparation, but there was no scene to match it. ? August 1 Chinese website www? Www? ? 8? 1z? W ?. The seats in the com church only sit in two rows. All the flowers, all the decorations, all the decoration to express regret for the dead, when there are not enough 'witnesses', it is just a waste ...
Can't say that. Traditional funerals, for cremation popular in the new era, probably everything is a waste. Let ’s not be so realistic, um ... or, more realistically, these decorations, these arrangements, will not be wasted at all, they will continue to play a role tomorrow at Mr. Old Donna ’s funeral.
After finishing the congratulations, Father Constantine asked the guests in the two rows below, "Does anyone want to give a speech?"
Constantine has a list of guests. There are only three categories of these people: the relatives of the Lang family, the representative of the Western District Workers ’Association, Mr. Fisher. The priest under the statue of the Son saw the first two types of people and looked at Mr. Fisher, who was the last one.
"I'll do it first." Mr. Fisher stepped forward and stood at the position where Constantine gave way. When Constantine performed the blessing and left from the back door, Mr. Fisher's speech began. Lang is a good employee, not just a good employee, he is also the brother of Cody, just like my other ... "
Constantine, who walked into the work area behind the church, was not ready to follow up on the burial ceremony afterwards, "Mike, I will hand it over to you next." The clerk symbolizing the priesthood was removed, and some tired demon commanded to help .
"No, I won't preside over it." Mike seems to be very used to living here, and took over the collar removed by the priest, carefully folded it, "And I won't open my eyes and say to some sad relatives, 'You 'S son will go to heaven'. "Mike's voice became lower, as if muttering to himself," And I can't tell him that he will go to hell, I personally confirmed that he is not in hell. Any pastor, priest appeared in His funeral was a ridiculous joke. "
Constantine pursed his lips and glanced at Mike. Mike is used to living in this church. Constantine was not so used to it. The strange demon in front of him is either that his understanding of the faith has been so deep that he can't even reach him as a priest, or that he is simply a high-level black. Constantine sometimes could not confirm whether he should look up or down.
Constantine shook his head. "Then let Mason go."
"Oh." Mike responded, and the two went on to the priest's office.
"How is Sloan?" Constantine asked.
"Still practicing with Blitz behind." Mike raised his eyebrows, and seemed to speak of something of interest. "It seems to be very skilled. Can you feel it? Blitz's sense of existence is constantly in the undead, high order. There is a switch between demons and non-existence.
Mike suddenly whispered,
It ’s just that Blitz does n’t seem to be happy now. He has n’t done anything since he crossed the ranks, but now he ’s assigned to do this kind of thing.
Constantine frowned, "Mike, you have to be optimistic about Blitz, don't let him get close to the prison or his former family, you know."
What are you talking about? Don't worry, this guy named Blizzard doesn't come out of nowhere.
"Well." Mike nodded, and as Constantine turned, it was clear to see Sloan's condition.
The afternoon sun is very bright. At the back of the church, the courtyard separates work and living. Sloan is here, blue translucent Sloan.
Sloan did not look at the approaching priest and demon, and extended his right hand and pressed it on the high-level demon Blitz, who should not have any physical sense-a fuzzy human figure with black mist.
The blue fingers are embedded in the black mist. Sloan's face was slightly more serious, and he slowly withdrew his right hand as if pulling something. The black mist flowing around the humanoid began to retract, gathering his right hand back to Sloan. Until completely detached, while holding a ball of black and bright red in Sloan's blue right hand, there was only a transparent thing like ice sculpture in front of him.
Before the ice sculpture has melted. Take a look at his face. Although transparent makes this face difficult to recognize, the distinctive nose is still easy to recognize. It is the nose of the neurotic woman in the Southern District-Brill. With this clue that there are too many siblings out. Let's dig up memories.
Blitz is Madison ’s first single prison job. The death was obviously murdered, but the prison arbitrarily handled the matter, which caused Brier and her fiancé Ceres to be dissatisfied, and finally. The guy who made Zac the master and buried the ashes in Beiyuan. These guys are all high-level demons. (The birth that Mo once felt in the North Park of the cemetery is him, it is the research result of Constantine's natural demons), oh no, now he is melting.
The transparent 'ice sculpture' began to melt, and Sloan's face, holding black and red things, was irritated. Then he looked at Constantine, "This doesn't work! Every time I take out all the soul marks, the remaining 'things' , Began to disappear unconsciously like a wandering soul! "
Sloan pushed back to his right hand, and the black and red mottled sphere quickly spread after being stuffed into the ablated ‘ice sculpture’, propelling the shrunken body back to its original state.
"I don't know what you mean by uselessness." Constantine smiled a little. "It seems to me that you have completed what I have achieved for half of my life. You know how long it took me to find And master the method of stripping and implanting the soul mark. "Constantine looked at Sloan very sincerely," you said all you need is this, so easy, pull it out and push it back. "
Sloan twitched his lips and looked at the fully restored Blitz, still shaking his head, "But I am not a researcher like you, I just want to use your research, and it does not work!" From a social point of view, Sloan's words are not appropriate, just like the people who use the phone, say to the person who spent their life to develop the phone, 'Your research is useless, and the number I dialed is not answered.'
Constantine smiled, "Please be clear."
"I'm going to save my friend." Sloan also maintained his irritability. "He was being pursued by other things that I don't know. When Zac told me to find you, I thought you would have a way to let me Friends who can be rescued without disturbing other hunters! "
Don't disturb other hunters? This is Zac's vision. If you can ‘take out’ the soul mark, leaving the dream demon in the dream with an empty shell, just take the soul mark that represents Lipp ’s existence, and everything is fine. The recovered imprint of the soul was completely stuffed into a wandering soul, and Lip was replaced. The empty shell left in the dream, no matter what it did, was chased by someone who chased it, just the empty shell.
(The empty shell here refers to what Constantine said when he first explained his research to Zac. In order for the demon to be judged a second time, put the soul mark into a fresh 'baby' soul, hoping to reproduce the The state of the earth spirit led to the trial of faith. At that time Zack asked where the 'baby' soul came from, Constantine answered the wandering soul)
"It looks like you just finished." Constantine glanced at Blitz. Nodded to express his gratitude for his help, "You have been able to peel away the imprint of the soul without harm, and then take it away, and then put it into the new soul body. Ha ha, your friend should feel nothing. Just leave The danger was rescued by you. "
Sloan was still frowning, and he suspected that Constantine did not understand what he meant, "Did you not see it, the soul mark was taken out of the rest, and like the wandering soul, it would melt and disappear! I think Zac has made it very clear. My friend is a dream demon, and I want to rescue him in the dream world! In the dream world, Zac ’s vampires who ca n’t even imagine dreams will not say it. But if Even a dream demon needs to escape in the dream, and I am even less likely to fight in the dream! All I need is to rescue my friend, and then not leave the phenomenon that my friend has been rescued! Can you understand? I need This thing that has been stripped of the soul mark is left in the dream, and it is casually sought and killed by other people who are chasing! I need to make them think that my friend has disappeared! "
"Of course I do." Constantine was puzzled. "When Zac said it, he had already explained it clearly." Although we were distracted, our vampires began to distract us after they had said what we should do. , Good man, "He wants to help you, but the nature of the vampire makes him useless except by watching. The only thing he can do is, well, his original saying is probably that after the rescue, the mill cremated the body and completely broke If you lose any chance, you can continue to track Sloan and Grande ’s chances. "
Sloan froze. He hadn't thought of it here yet. Haha, it's nothing, Zach's idea, few people keep up with it.
But Sloan shook his head immediately, "Huh, is that useful now? I may not even see the rescuers. The spice given by Alpha certainly strengthens the bond between the strap and my friend, increasing the possibility of finding me. At the same time, it is also increasing his chance of being exposed to other hunters! After all, we do n’t even know who is chasing him and how to catch a dream demon! "
Sloan seemed more and more irritable, "If I can successfully find my friend, the time left for me will be short, and it is likely that it will be revealed by the other party immediately. So, I need your method to be useful, leave One can pull away the empty shell of the other party and hold their attention! Instead of immediately showing that it is just a shell that will melt away, catch up! "
"Yeah, is there something wrong." Constantine is also more and more puzzled, which is the same as Zac said before he lost his mind, and Zac's statement is more clear, "You have mastered very well Well, the soul body left behind will not be 'turned away', it is completely under your control ... "
"Huh?" Sloan stared at Constantine. "What did you say?"
Constantine raised his eyebrows, "I said, if you take out the soul mark, what you left behind will melt away, under your own control."
"Are you there?" Sloan's face gloomy, what happened just now, is the other party blind, if he puts it back later, Blizzard's soul mark will be put back, and Blitz has no place to recover, only Sloan's hand There is a bunch of 'proof of existence' held in it.
"Aren't you?" Constantine began to realize that the problem was there, and smiled again. "You can already strip away and master the complete soul mark of a soul. It should be simpler to strip only part of the soul mark, hehe, don't deny it, I ’ve already felt that you have brought Blitz back to the state of the undead, and that ’s because you only stripped the mark of the high-level demon.
Constantine seemed to appreciate it.
You know how long it took me to put these Imprint hiding, no, carefully arranged into his original imprint, in order to make this born demon more like a real born demon, and you find and strip them out so easily, I envy you . "
Sloan's blue version of the transparent face began to become dark, because he also realized the meaning of the other party. Similarly, he ignored the social rules and ignored Constantine's appreciation. "What do you mean? You let me in When saving my friend, only a part of the soul mark representing his proof of existence was stripped, and then a part was left to maintain the remaining soul is still a dream demon! "
"Yes."
No one spoke.
Half a minute.
"How can you mention this idea!" Sloan was actually angry. "Part? I want to save my friend! Not one, part my friend! What about the other part ?! That's still my friend ... part me Friends! He, they ... "Probably the logic is confused," Are you still my friends !! "
Constantine shook his head, but his mouth was smiling, just like the kindness of a priest comforting others. This foreshadows what the priest is about to reason.
"Sloan, let me ask you a question. The mark of the soul corresponds to a person's memory. When the vampire's succubus pupil covers up, erases, or changes a person's memory, can you say that this person is missing a part?"
"It's different ..."
"It's really no different. I personally put the imprint of the soul that did not belong to Blitz into his body. Does this mean that Blitz has a part?"
"Of course, he is just a necromancer, and it is indeed high-order evil ..."
"Humanity eats, and the soul aliens continue the , sense of existence, and even devour the mark of the soul. Can you say that they all have a part?"
"How can you classify their way of life with this ..."
"Human injuries, emotions, or bodies sometimes need to give up part of their bodies, or forget part of their memories. Soul aliens continue to use their own , existence to transform into their own power. In these constant increases, the elimination of repeated Is it possible that these people, these aliens, have become something else in a constant part and part. "
Sloan stared at the priest and stopped talking.
Constantine kept a smile, "This, you can say yes. More, less, repeated, and indeed changed. Life has been constantly changing, more part, less part, don't care too much."
Sure enough, what the priest can say is just like the congratulations on faith at the funeral, a bowl of hot soup without birds. (To be continued.)