Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 53: Forty-seven This eye is very safe with me

Herry was startled by Bishop Corey’s sudden movement; in his memory, Corey rarely ever lost composure like that, which was related to his generally stable character, as well as to that eye. After obtaining that eye, Corey seemed to be able to see through everything in the world—nothing could obscure his vision.

But today, there was a problem with that eye. Herry clearly saw the Forbidden Eye come to life suddenly, desperately trying to bore out of Bishop Corey’s deep-set eye socket, to the point where it caused the corner of Corey’s eye to overflow with fresh blood.

This was obviously no small matter, as seen from Bishop Corey standing by the window, silent for a full ten minutes.

In the end, it was he who couldn’t hold his breath, and he couldn’t help but speak, “Corey, that eye…”

“It’s a bit restless,” Corey said lightly, cutting off Herry’s yet unspoken question, “It’s biting me.”

At this point, Corey had already calmed the eye down with Rhein’s power, and it went back to “sleeping.” When Herry looked over, all he saw was a pupil with a bit more bloodshot than normal, but otherwise no different from a regular eye, making it hard to believe that it had come to life just a moment ago, and as Corey said, had fiercely bitten its owner.

“What on earth is going on?” Herry asked again, “It hasn’t had any problems for a long time, has it?”

“To be precise, it hasn’t had any problems since it came into my hands,” Corey replied calmly, “It’s been so long that I almost thought it was my own eye.”

“Then why did it suddenly react?”

Corey fell silent for a while, then said softly, “Perhaps, it sensed the presence of its own kind.”

Herry’s eyes widened bit by bit: “Its own kind?”

“The Taboo Book indicates that the fragments of Visas’s Corpse share a very special attraction among themselves,” Corey turned to face Herry, “They can sense each other’s existence, and even… try to approach each other.”

Herry did not know about this. After hearing Corey’s description, he involuntarily gasped, “This sounds like…”

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“Scattered Corpse Blocks still want to recombine, making that body, dismembered by All Gods, whole again,” Corey said, “As if doing so could bring back the vanished spirit.”

“Will he come back then?”

“His spirit is no longer in this world, of that we can be certain. The connection between those Corpse Blocks might be more like the twitching of a lizard’s tail after it’s been cut off,” Corey explained, “Visas is not coming back, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t those who wish to acquire more of his body, so this trait could be exploited by some with motives.”

Herry’s expression gradually became more serious: “You mean to say, there was a holder of a Corpse Block close to you just now?”

“I can only say, not far at least,” Corey answered calmly, “and for certain, they came for me.”

“Was it that guy named Ulu?”

“Ulu?” Corey pondered for a moment and shook his head, “Not necessarily, there are more than one Corpse Blocks lost out there in the world, although the one he has is the most recent. I don’t think he dares come here to find me, although I wouldn’t rule out the possibility. Of course, there’s a greater likelihood that…”

“You mean Lyra?”

Corey did not confirm nor deny: “Could be either, after all…”

He revealed a smile.

“This eye, here with me, is no secret.”

Herry asked, “Should we have the Holy Knights search the whole city?”

“No need, not to mention whether we could find them,” Corey said, “Now is a sensitive time. Our friends are still in the city.”

That was indeed a troublesome matter. Herry hesitated, then asked, “Should we report to the Pope under the crown, given that according to the regulations…”

“In Somo City, I am the regulations,” Corey interrupted Herry again, staring at him with that eye almost making Herry unable to stop himself from kneeling, “This eye with me… is very safe.”

An incident involving another Corpse Block had occurred but had not been reported upward, which was undoubtedly a violation of regulations. But at this moment, Herry didn’t dare to utter a word, the immense pressure almost breaking his spine.

Finally, Corey withdrew his gaze, allowing Herry to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had come back to life.

“Is there anything else?” Corey asked indifferently.

Herry subtly wiped away his sweat and relinquished the thought of reporting to the Pope. He reported honestly, “It’s regarding your ‘cleansing’ operation. Currently, ten thousand ‘bugs’ have been disseminated. If all goes well, eighty percent of the cleansing should be completed in less than a month.”

Corey nodded, “Understood, I will personally carry it out on that day…”

He paused, then turned his head to look at the gradually darkening sky.

“To cleanse the filth from this city.”

…

After returning to the hotel, Ulu noticed the front desk was pitch black, not even a light was on. After frowning slightly, he remembered the proprietress mentioning she had to go with Lea to the Church for medical treatment.

Which meant the hotel was now empty except for him.

So Ulu couldn’t help himself and lifted his left hand, staring intently at his middle finger: “What exactly did you mean by what you said before?”

“Hm?”

“Who exactly is the killer of my mother?”

“I believe I’ve already told you,” Bai Wei’s tone remained languid.

“You mean to say it was the Great Priest Herry?! Impossible!” Ulu raised his voice involuntarily, speaking with a hint of anger, “Great Priest Herry has never been to Bedan Town. He has never met my mother…”

With a snap,

His words were cut off as a door to a room opened, and Lea and the proprietress walked out holding candlesticks, looking surprised at Ulu standing in the dark talking to his own left middle finger.

“Sir, are you…”

Ulu was silent for a while before saying, “I’m getting angry.”

“Ah?” Lea, lacking in Eye Power, asked, “Getting angry at your finger?”

“…Some idiot wasn’t looking where he was going and knocked my finger, causing it to swell,” Ulu said expressionlessly, “That’s why I’m angry.”

Perhaps finding the excuse too far-fetched to even say out loud, Ulu hesitated for a moment. Then he still pretended to be too angry to recover, maintaining an expressionless face, intending to return to his room. To show that his finger really was hit, he kept his left hand raised with the middle finger upright as he walked, which looked somewhat eerie.

Lea seemed to want to ask more, but the proprietress gently tapped her head and said softly, “Be polite.”

Lea obediently shut her mouth.

As Ulu walked past the two women, he glanced at the proprietress subconsciously.

Perhaps it was the dimness in the hotel, but he noticed that her complexion seemed even paler than it was during the day.

He instinctively wanted to ask something but then thought how silly he must look and decided against it, walking away directly.

But what no one noticed was that the upright middle finger was quietly observing the proprietress’s back.

A black bug appeared and disappeared.