"Did you escape on your own?"
Daoist Qingyun asked, following his own train of thought.
"Yes. They sensed that Count Charlie was out of control and wanted to kill me to cover their tracks. My memory is fading. I knew that if I didn't escape then, it would be too late."
The man's memory of running out and what happened afterwards wasn't erased. Perhaps the Holy Church only selectively deleted some things.
Just like the question Xiaotuanzi asked before. Even if he originally knew the answer, the Holy Church would prioritize deleting those memories.
"Do you know about Count Charlie?"
"I'm the one who sealed him. He's very useful to me."
The one who was responsible for sealing Count Charlie turned out to be this crazy man. No wonder he had the ability to escape.
"Why did you seal him?"
"Because I need his endless lifespan and his ability to transform blood into healthy flesh and blood."
"What about the Witch Mark?"
Daoist Qingyun deliberately asked some less important questions. The Holy Church wouldn't prioritize deleting these memories. Maybe they were still intact.
When these unimportant clues were strung together, they might be able to find the target or direction to track down the Holy Church.
"There's no such thing as the Witch Mark in this world. I lied to them."
"Then why was Lilia able to recover?"
"Because of the blood race. I stole some of his lifespan and health and transferred them to Lilia. Her life is fading. As long as her life is extended, it'll be fine. But I couldn't make the other witches return to normal. As long as I die, even if the witches sense something is wrong in the future, there'll be an explanation for them."
Just as they had guessed, there was no such legendary Witch Mark in this world. It was all just an illusion created by the Holy Church.
"Why did you gather those witches and werewolves?"
"The witches possess the power of the gods. As long as we find a way to extract and transfer all their powers, we can create a god. The werewolves were just incidental."
"How do you plan to create a god? And what stage have you reached?"
Daoist Qingyun really couldn't understand why the Holy Church was so obsessed with creating a god.
It was the same in China and overseas.
The beliefs of a bunch of crazy people were really unshakable.
At this point, the man stopped responding. No matter how Daoist Qingyun changed his questions, the man didn't react at all.
It seemed that this was all the memory he had left.
The Truth Spell didn't last long. Soon, the man returned to his previous crazy state, constantly mumbling a series of numbers.
"Master, should I continue to cast the spell?"
Xiaotuanzi looked at Daoist Qingyun longingly, feeling that there were still many questions left unasked.
Daoist Qingyun shook his head slightly.
First, his memory was wiped, then he became crazy, and then he was scared by their Truth Spells so many times. This man's soul was probably as fragile as paper.
If they continued to use the spell, his soul would be severely damaged.
"Don't use the spell. Use your talisman instead."
Judging from his condition, he should be able to withstand another Truth Talisman.
Although the effect of the Truth Talisman only lasted for a moment, the questions he was going to ask weren't complicated. It would be great if he could get the answers.
If not, it didn't matter.
Xiaotuanzi nodded obediently, took out a talisman and pasted it on the man.
The moment the man regained his senses, Daoist Qingyun asked, "What do the numbers of the concept mean?"
"A place that must never be forgotten."
After answering this sentence, the effect of the Truth Talisman expired.
A place that must never be forgotten.
So were the numbers the man mumbled referring to a geographical location?
Longitude and latitude?
Or something else?
"Go and get some maps. The more complete, the better."
Shen Weixun thought for a while and took out his phone to call Count Charlie.
Count Charlie was trying to get information from his descendants when he suddenly received this call. He was very confused.
"What did you say? Why do you need maps? Didn't you go to the mental hospital to find someone today?"
"Just go and do it. Don't ask so many questions. It's urgent. Drop everything and bring the maps here quickly."
Shen Weixun was too lazy to talk to him. After saying this, he hung up the phone directly.
Count Charlie was left alone, feeling disoriented.
But since he was asking for help, he had no choice but to drop everything, collect the maps with a bitter face, and then bring them to the mental hospital.
When he rushed over in a hurry, he didn't even have a chance to ask a question before the maps in his hand were snatched away.
Shen Weixun divided the maps and showed them to the man one by one.
The man didn't react at all after looking at several maps in a row.
When they got to the fourth map, the man actually raised his finger and pointed at a point on it, constantly repeating a series of numbers.
There was a reaction?
A reaction was good.
Shen Weixun quickly turned the map over. It was a small map of the neighboring countries, and the point the man was pointing at was a small island next to one of the countries.
There was only one marked point on the island. There was nothing else, not even a name.
It should be an empty island.
Shen Weixun first drew a circle on it with a pen, and then continued to show the man the other maps.
Out of the whole stack of maps, only six were selected in the end.
All six of these maps had been pointed at by the man, and all the points circled on them were islands.
"Why is he pointing at these islands? Is there something fishy on them?"
Zhang Zicheng leaned in with his big face and took a look. But he wasn't very familiar with geography. After looking for a long time, he still didn't understand where these places were.
Especially since these maps were all written in foreign languages, he couldn't understand them at all.
"It must be related to the Holy Church. A place that must never be forgotten. Could these be the scattered headquarters of the Holy Church?"
"Let's just go and take a look."
Niannian blinked her eyes. Why were they guessing here? They would know what was there once they went.
That's how simple and straightforward a child's thinking was.
Daoist Qingyun smiled, stroked Xiaotuanzi's head, and nodded in satisfaction. "Your junior sister is right. We'll know what's there once we go and take a look. What's the point of guessing here? When did you guys become so timid?"
Daoist Qingyun knew why his other disciples were so cautious.
But he didn't agree with them being so cautious at this time.
The man's memory had been erased, which meant that the Holy Church already knew their whereabouts.
Everything related to the man might be erased.
If they didn't act quickly now and wasted more time, they might find the place empty when they got there.