Jiang Baimian didn't hide anything, and asked directly:

"You should have seen many members of religious organizations, right?"

"I've seen some." An Ruxiang didn't deny it.

Jiang Baimian further asked:

"Among them, do any suffer from 'Heartless Disease'?"

"Yes." An Ruxiang gave a very affirmative answer, "There's no difference between them and ordinary people getting 'Heartless Disease'."

Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen exchanged a glance, considered for a moment, and said:

"Compared to ordinary people, what's the probability of them getting 'Heartless Disease'?"

She wasn't too sure about An Ruxiang's education level, so she was prepared to explain in detail what probability meant.

But An Ruxiang didn't ask back, and after a moment of recollection, said:

"It should be lower than ordinary people.

"I've only seen a dozen or twenty members of religious organizations get 'Heartless Disease,' while I often encounter ordinary people turning into 'Heartless Ones'."

This is perhaps the "blessing" of a Ruling God... Jiang Baimian suddenly felt that if Shang Jianyao were in the living room, he would definitely say that, and if Genaeva hadn't been guarding the car and had come up, she would certainly chime in with Shang Jianyao.

She nodded, pondered for a while, and then said:

"Have you ever encountered any particularly special scenes involving members of religious organizations?"

An Ruxiang calmly replied:

"I'm not quite sure what you mean by special. The rituals of those religious organizations are quite perplexing. Sometimes, they would revel all night long, and sometimes, they would dance strange dances in the morning."

This immediately reminded Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen of the "Supreme High Eagle's" calisthenics and the "Desire Supreme Saint" sect's revelry dance.

To ordinary people, they were indeed quite special.

Jiang Baimian gave a limited condition after deliberation:

"A particularly special scene related to 'Heartless Disease'."

An Ruxiang thought for a moment and said:

"Once, I infiltrated a manor, trying to assassinate its owner.

"I had already obtained detailed information beforehand, knowing that he was a cultist who would take out a treasured idol at seven o'clock every morning and pray on the bedroom balcony.

"Just as I entered the shooting position, I saw that person turn into a 'Heartless One' in front of the idol. The Ruling God he worshiped didn't help him escape his doom."

"Maybe he did something blasphemous himself." Shang Jianyao came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of reheated dishes.

Jiang Baimian ignored him and turned to ask An Ruxiang:

"What does that idol look like?"

"The face is inlaid with a mirror. I only remember this feature." An Ruxiang glanced at the dishes placed on the coffee table.

"True Self Teaching"... "Dawn", the Ruling God of February... Jiang Baimian nodded almost imperceptibly.

She then smiled and said to An Ruxiang:

"It's almost time to eat."

"Taste the flavor, smuggled from the City Lord's mansion." Shang Jianyao didn't think this was anything shameful, but rather quite proud.

He handed the chopsticks in his hand to An Ruxiang.

This meal was very lively. Although An Ruxiang didn't talk much and had a rather cold personality, the "Old Task Force" was never quiet. Shang Jianyao was either joking with Long Yuehong, or Jiang Baimian was stopping this guy from saying inappropriate things.

They were almost roughhousing.

An Ruxiang didn't show any dislike. She ate very seriously, occasionally listening to what the "Old Task Force" was chatting about.

After eating their fill, Shang Jianyao and the others said goodbye to An Ruxiang and returned to the jeep.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Baimian gazed at the building and the pedestrians on the street for a while and said:

"We'll set off for the ice plains tomorrow. This time, we'll go north from the Blackmarsh Wilderness to look for clues about the Company's experiments."

After a pause, Jiang Baimian added with emotion:

"I wonder when the next time we'll come to Wildgrass City will be..."

This made Long Yuehong and the others quite sentimental.

"As long as you have a strong desire to come here, you will come here again sooner or later." Shang Jianyao didn't have so many feelings, and was full of firm belief.

Jiang Baimian turned her head and glanced at him in the driver's seat:

"Remember to check the rooms at '506'. Resolve this matter as soon as possible, so as not to affect your mental state on the road."

She called Shang Jianyao's checking "506" for dreams a room check.

"Old Ge, you drive!" Shang Jianyao couldn't wait any longer.

...

Tarnan, Youmeng Hotel.

The landlady, Aino, staggered to her feet and walked towards the bathroom.

She was in a daze, feeling like she could faint at any moment.

It was too torturous to resist sleeping!

For people with strong willpower, they might be able to hold on for a few more days, but Aino had never been a person with strong willpower.

Thinking about having to face the cruel reality of not sleeping for a few days, she felt that having nightmares wasn't such a terrible thing.

Even if it really involved that secret, the Ruling God wouldn't necessarily hear what was said in the dream!

It's impossible for the Ruling God to be watching me all the time, right? I usually dream, and I occasionally dream about that past, and nothing ever happens... Aino, who had struggled to get out of the bathroom, decided to close her eyes and not care about anything.

Just treat it as a normal dream!

As for whether there were any foreign bastards in the dream, how would the dreamer know?

Ignorance is bliss!

Aino then threw herself onto her comfortable bed and pulled the blanket over herself.

A deep weariness surged up instantly, and she didn't even have time to comfort herself before falling into a deep sleep.

...

On the "Mind Corridor," Shang Jianyao pushed open the door of "506," arriving punctually for his room check.

He took a step forward, looking at the bedroom scene illuminated by a little starlight, and laughed out loud:

"You couldn't even hold on for a few days?"

Triumphantly, Shang Jianyao immediately entered the dream.

He found a female figure lying on the bed in the bedroom, wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly.

Correspondingly, on the ceiling, a figure was hanging from the chandelier, swaying gently. In the corners of the room, there seemed to be figures floating as well.

"A horror story nightmare?" Shang Jianyao walked over excitedly, suddenly lay down on the ground, and looked under the bed.

Sure enough, there was a pale corpse lying there, with a swollen face and bulging eyes.

After a few seconds of staring, Shang Jianyao stood up in disappointment:

"So unoriginal."

He sat on the edge of the bed and nudged the female figure wrapped in the blanket:

"Wake up, wake up!"

The female figure woke up groggily and was startled by the figure at the bedside:

"Ah!"

Screaming, she sat up suddenly, hugged the blanket, and shrank to the head of the bed:

"Who are you?"

Shang Jianyao, in the spirit of role-playing, pointed to the corpse on the chandelier and said:

"Have you forgotten? I'm the ghost exorcist you hired."

"A ghost!" The blurry female figure shouted for a while before tentatively asking, "Is, is he still alive, can he still move?"

Shang Jianyao laughed:

"I've already suppressed him.

"We've known each other for many years and have become good friends. I won't lie to you..."

The female figure was obviously relieved.

Being in a dream, she couldn't think concretely and couldn't remember if she really knew such a person.

Shang Jianyao chatted with her, chatting until his mental strength was almost exhausted, and then directly exited the room.

Seeing him open his eyes, sit up, and appear to be thinking, Jiang Baimian asked with concern:

"Any results?"

"No, forgot to ask." Shang Jianyao replied very frankly, "I suspect that I was hit by the room owner's ability in the dream."

"How so?" Jiang Baimian also sat up.

Shang Jianyao recalled and said:

"She should have activated her ability at the first 'Ah'.

"I felt myself becoming quite arrogant. I clearly had the opportunity to use 'Mind Guidance,' but I had to weave stories myself, trying to persuade her normally, but I never managed to dispel her vigilance."

"It's normal to be affected in someone else's dream." Jiang Baimian commented truthfully, "However, this shouldn't be a big problem, because in a dream, she's in a near-unconscious state, while you can think and plan, and you're clear-headed enough."

If he still couldn't handle the room owner in this situation, Jiang Baimian would suggest that Shang Jianyao go to the "Sea of Origins" to see if he had split off a personality even dumber than the reckless Shang Jianyao.

"That makes sense!" Shang Jianyao slapped his left palm with his right fist.

He then stroked his chin again and said:

"Actually, unconsciousness is even more dangerous. Maybe she'll simulate dangerous things she's encountered in the past under stress.

"Based on this, anything could appear in her dream. I'm really afraid I'll face a Ruling God directly."

Jiang Baimian nodded:

"My suggestion is to strike first.

"You sleep for a while, replenish your energy, and try again at dawn. She hasn't slept for so long, she definitely won't wake up for half a day."

This time, Shang Jianyao followed her advice.

After dawn, he went to room "506" three times, at half-hour intervals, and finally encountered the woman dreaming again.

This time, the blurry female figure was standing in the Fourth Research Institute's residential area, breathing in the fresh morning air. There was no one around.

Shang Jianyao greeted her directly:

"Long time no see."

"Long time no see." The female figure was a little confused.

Shang Jianyao approached, smiling, and said:

"We've met many times..."

In the dream.

"We can be considered to have enough friendship..."

Friendship that was only considered on one side.

"I didn't expect to meet you here again. Are you also from the Fourth Research Institute?"

At this point, Shang Jianyao completed "Mind Guidance".

"Yes..." The woman's voice was a little飘忽.

"They all seem to be dead." Shang Jianyao looked around and said proactively.

"Sigh." The woman sighed deeply.

Shang Jianyao turned and asked:

"What do you think of the Ruling Gods?"

The female figure froze for a moment, looked around, and then lowered her voice:

"Don't tell anyone.

"They're secretly eating people!"