It's time to become an evil god.

"Hey."

Bai Ge handed over the pink gag and said, "It's okay, I have another gag here. Do you want to wear one too? It'll make you look more like a prisoner."

Even the usually stoic Night Demon's face showed a hint of emotion as he clenched his fists. "No need, thank you. Promise me, Mr. Bai, please don't add any more gloom to my already miserable later life, which is already filled with the loss of my wife and dog, okay?"

Night Demon solemnly refused the other party's kindness and walked deeper into the tunnel, his shoes submerged in the puddles.

A mysterious figure, draped in a black trench coat and resembling a plague doctor, stood deep inside the subway, watching the two people before him. He slowly removed his mask, revealing a pale, bloodless face.

Night Demon narrowed his eyes, remaining silent. He sensed a mossy smell emanating from the other person, the kind only found in dark, damp, and decaying grave soil. Moreover, the perpetually pale and bloodless skin made him resemble a vampire or some kind of ghoul…

Bai Ge, who was standing to the side, looked the other person up and down and interjected, "I've only ever seen this person's makeup on the dead in funeral homes."

Night Demon turned his head curiously, "Why are you going to the funeral home if you have nothing better to do?"

"I sneaked into the funeral home to clear my head in the middle of the night because I was feeling depressed."

Night Demon was stunned for a moment. Why would someone go to a funeral home in the middle of the night to relax? Little brother, are you even normal?

Bai Ge seemed oblivious to the eerie situation before him and continued speaking to himself, "Another time, I woke up in the middle of the night and was startled to find a female ghost in red staring at me from the balcony. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was ashen white. I was too scared to move and stayed curled up in bed all night."

"The next day, my dad suddenly called and said that my mom appeared to me in a dream last night and said she wanted to introduce me to a potential blind date..."

"And then..."

"She said she wasn't interested."

……

If it weren't for the strange figure not far away, I would have loved to shoot this guy twice.

Calm down, don't get angry. Killing a mentally ill person is an insult to an assassin's professional ethics.

"Saintess Asri."

The other person spoke, his voice hoarse and low, as if his throat was filled with phlegm. He slowly said, "The Lord is already waiting for you. And who are these two?"

Bai Ge said casually, "A plaything offered to the Lord."

"Forehead……"

The other person paused, staring at the two people in front of them with a complicated expression, and muttered to themselves, "But I remember that Master was perfectly normal..."

Bai Ge asked impatiently, "Have you been following the Holy Lord as long as I have?"

The man silently shook his head.

"Do you know that the Holy Lord likes to be tied to a bed in leather and whipped severely, rubbed hard with a rich woman's pleasure ball, and have his whole body dripped with candle wax?"

"...Um, I don't know."

"Did you know that the Holy Lord likes to secretly hide in his room and watch orc movies? He's a Fury fanatic."

"No, I don't know."

The man in front of me was sweating profusely. He seemed to know some terrible secret, one that could kill him at any moment to silence him.

"The Holy Lord prefers to use the most powerful..."

"Stop, stop! I don't want to hear anymore."

To save his own life, the man quickly interrupted Bai Ge and led the way, trembling.

"Holy Maiden, this way please. I didn't hear anything you said just now."

The man's hands and feet were ice-cold. If the Holy Lord were to discover and leak his private secrets, he might not only be destroyed, his body ground to dust, but his soul might even be scattered.

Bai Ge patted his trembling shoulder and said, "That's more like it. Don't be nervous. I know all the secrets of everyone in the chorus. Aren't you curious about the other people's fetishes?"

Chapter 160 Why Did the Bishop Rebel?

After hearing all sorts of embellished and fabricated rumors—enough to fill another book, "The Untold Story of My Relationship with the Overbearing Cult Leader"—he finally understood why the weakest and most opportunistic Aisley had been able to hold the position of Saintess for so long. For a moment, he even doubted whether Aisley was truly one of his own.

Although he was full of suspicion, he dared not voice his thoughts. He led Ashley through an abandoned tunnel where the concrete tunnel walls began to crack, from which grew clumps of eerie, wriggling fungal carpets that seemed to be alive and kept a close watch on the three of them.

At this moment, Bai Ge quietly released a teleportation spell and sent a message to Xize Liang, briefly explaining the plan he was about to implement.

At the end of the tunnel, a half-open door appeared before the two. The man stood at the door with a devout and respectful air, but his gaze toward the crack in the door became complicated.

Bai Ge pushed open the slightly ajar door and went inside.

The not-so-large conference room was brightly lit and filled with senior members of the chorus.

After the failed divine intervention plan, the chorus suffered overwhelming retaliation from the Eastern nation. Their strongholds in East and Southeast Asia were completely eradicated. All members were forced to hand over their equipment, then encased in cement and sealed with an ultimate binding spell before being dumped in Tokyo Bay and the South Pacific—their deaths were gruesome. Coupled with the disappearance of the flea market manager, who also served as their intelligence officer, the chorus was forced to abandon some overseas locations, and their top management retreated to London.

Unlike the unstable and complex situation in Southeast Asia, the Choir, under the dual protection of the Tower of Wizardry and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is like a swarm of rats that infests the London underworld, seemingly impossible to eradicate.

They were created with the tacit approval of various interest groups, and are products specifically designed to stir up trouble.

The bishop of the choir didn't care too much. All of London was under the surveillance of the Supernatural Bureau 6. They couldn't let the bounty hunters do whatever they wanted in the concrete jungle. The choir's gathering was mainly focused on the harmonica in the white singer's hand, until a discordant sound broke the silence of the meeting room.

"Hey, everyone's gathered together for a farewell dinner?"

Bai Ge, who was playing the role of Saintess Aislie, greeted the members of the chorus in a generous manner and said with a smile, "Isn't it just a farewell dinner before we disband? Why do you all look so serious, like you're eating your parents' feast?"

"Aisley, you're late."

As the bishop's senior assistant, Vice-Bishop Amelia said impatiently with a sneer, "Don't you know that today's meeting is very important?"

Bai Ge retorted in a serious tone, "Who the hell are you?"

"you!"

No one in the hierarchical church had ever dared to speak to her like that before. Saint Amelia suddenly stood up, a flash of hatred and disgust in her eyes beneath her white veil.

"Say it again?"

The hair of Archdeacon Amelia began to transform into the shape of venomous snakes, flicking their red tongues and coiling around her head. Twisted veins began to appear on her fair face, and her eyes became sharp and terrifying.

The silent bishop suddenly spoke up, "Enough, Amelia, there are other members of the choir here. Do you want to turn everyone to stone?"

Amelia immediately regained her senses, knelt in fear before the bishop, and kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

"Please forgive me, Bishop."

The man behind the golden mask peered through the gap at the saintess, Aisley, and said coldly, "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation for being late today, or else..."

Bai Ge reached out to interrupt him, saying, "I'm really sorry I'm late today. I was delayed by something. I caught two players who were hired by the Special Affairs Bureau and were trying to infiltrate, and I got some very interesting information from them."

Bai Ge stepped aside, and the modified chorus leader and the composed Night Demon appeared before him.

"It's Night Demon and that player!"

Upon seeing this, everyone at the conference table instinctively stood up, and some even subconsciously cast a spell to prevent mental corruption on themselves beforehand.

As for Night Demon, the other players didn't even dare to look him in the eye. This guy was a madman who slaughtered most of the New York underworld as soon as he became a player. Some even suspected that he was the real-life incarnation of Baba Yaga from Slavic folklore.

The quiet meeting hall seemed to echo with the frantic pounding of everyone's hearts. The choir bishop, realizing his lapse in decorum, steadied himself and asked sternly, "How did you do that?"

Bai Ge made up a random excuse, "These two were sneaking around behind me trying to attack me, but they chose the wrong target. You know, the bishop plus the three of us saintesses are a force that can sweep through most of London."

"Hold on, to be precise, the three of us are the ones who have swept through London."

The chorus bishop calmly said, "Get your position straight, Saintess Asley, you're just like a useless card in a game of Dou Dizhu (a card game) with three extra cards."

"..."

The chorus bishop stood up, wanting to take a closer look at the harmonica prop he had been dreaming of, but Bai Ge made a stop gesture to intercept him.

"Bishop, please wait a moment."

What are you planning to do now?

The repeated obstruction ignited a nameless anger within the choir bishop, who angrily retorted, "Do you even know what you're doing?"

Bai Ge showed no fear of the powerful bishop and said directly, "Of course I know what I'm doing. Didn't I say before that I learned some very interesting information from them?"

"Intelligence? What intelligence?"

The bishop is now completely focused on the puppet controlled by Bai Ge and has no interest in anything else. He only wants the harmonica that Nidhogg gave him.

However, what followed was like a bucket of cold water poured over the bishop's feverish head, instantly calming him down.

"Intelligence indicates that there is a traitor hiding within the Choir's upper echelons."

"what?"

Upon hearing this bombshell news, everyone else's expressions changed in unison. They looked at each other in bewilderment and began to distance themselves from their colleagues.

"you sure?"

The steady voice beneath the golden mask began to tremble, "There's actually a traitor within our chorus' leadership?"

"That's true."

Night Demon, who was standing to the side, spoke up to cover for Bai Ge. He shook the shackles on his hands and said, "Otherwise, why do you think we would know about the movements of the Choir's high-ranking members' meeting?"

Who is this person?

The chorus bishop's gaze swept over every grim-faced believer present, and he said through gritted teeth, "I will tear him to pieces."

"According to general principles, the less likely someone is to betray, the more likely they are to have the motive to do so, therefore..."

Bai Ge pointed at the chorus leader in front of him and said, word by word, "Bishop, why are you plotting a rebellion?"

bishop?

Everyone was stunned.

"I'm plotting a rebellion?"

Hearing this absurd conclusion, the choir's bishop was stunned, then laughed in exasperation, "Aisley, what are you thinking? How could the leader of the choir possibly rebel!"

However, the others around him secretly looked at the bishop with suspicion, as if assessing the credibility of his words.

A lie repeated a thousand times becomes a rumor that everyone repeats, especially in a tense and sensitive atmosphere where seeds of suspicion are sown in the hearts of believers.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you really believe her nonsense? If I were the biggest traitor, I would..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a teleportation array appeared out of thin air behind the bishop of the chorus. Two figures vaguely appeared inside the array. To everyone's astonishment, Nishizawa Ryo and the chainsaw man leaped out of the array, landed steadily, and stood in front of the bishop.

Saintess Amelia exclaimed in utter surprise, "Are they really from the Special Affairs Bureau?"

"Now the suspect has been caught red-handed!"

Bai Ge stepped forward and declared confidently, "Bishop, what else do you have to say? You're an undercover agent for the Special Affairs Bureau!"