Who hid My Corpse!

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So, it was necessary for Ulu to take the initiative, for him to come to rely on me, to use my strength.

The closer he got, the more Bai Wei could achieve with this body.

...It sounded somewhat passive.

But Bai Wei was well aware that in this world, there were far too many such opportunities.

Just like right now.

The church where Ulu was located was packed with young boys dressed in simple clothes, their faces yellowed and thin from hunger, lined up and gazing eagerly in Ulu's direction.

Due to the current famine, Ulu's church was distributing relief food—a porridge so thin it was hardly distinguishable from plain boiled water.

Each person was allowed only one bowl, and quantities were limited; one couldn't collect for someone else.

For "only those most devout to the Rhein God could receive this food," and who counted as the most devout? Naturally, it was those who arrived the earliest. But with the disaster so severe, the weaker disaster victims were already starving and stood no chance against these young, strong boys. Thus, they were deemed not devout enough to the Rhein God and could not receive the food.

And such famines would occur every twenty years.

Bai Wei recalled this plot from the game as he watched Ulu ladling the watery porridge for these boys; this perspective was somewhat unfortunate.

Fortunately, as clergy, Ulu still held a respectful and cautious view toward an existence like Bai Wei's.

Bai Wei quietly complained to himself, then he saw a familiar-looking boy hesitantly approach Ulu—it was the same boy from Ulu's room the previous night.

"Lord, Lord Priest," the boy stammered, "About... last night..."

Upon seeing the boy, a flicker of annoyance flashed across Ulu's face.

Discussing nighttime matters during the day?

The boy, noticing the change in Ulu's expression, instinctively took a step backward, then urged with a pleading tone, "Lord Priest, I have no other choice, my mother and sister really can't hold on any longer, I beg you, please could you..."

"Silence," Ulu coldly cut the boy off, "Rules are rules. This food is my Lord's blessing to the most devout believers. Your family did not come here, which shows they're not devout enough."

The boy opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but Ulu, visibly impatient, waved his hand for the boy to leave.

Ulu felt conflicted.

But then, an old, kind voice rang out, making Ulu's body jolt as if he were a mouse that had heard the call of a cat.

He turned his head with difficulty and saw a familiar face approaching with a benevolent and charitable smile.

Bai Wei also "looked" in that direction, quickly sketching out information about this person in his mind.

Priest Lu Ji, the most senior individual in the church, much older than Ulu and already a priest before Ulu joined the church, even having been Ulu's mentor.

But that wasn't the point; the point was... this guy seemed to have a certain closer relationship with Ulu.

And the look of "seeing a ghost" on Ulu's face only confirmed Bai Wei's memory.

Heh, isn't this the opportunity?

"Priest, Priest Lu Ji..." Ulu forced out a smile, "You, why have you come?"

Lu Ji let out a gentle sigh, his aged face involuntarily showing a trace of compassion, "It's the disaster year again, I couldn't bear to just watch. Although I'm old, I can still do some things within my power... Hehe, rest assured, Priest Wu Lu, I won't disturb you. I'm just checking if the bishop's grain has arrived yet. If not, I'll give a little push, hehe, even though I'm old, I am still alive after all, and people will still give me that kind of respect."

As Lu Ji spoke, he looked at Ulu with a warm smile.

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Ulu's expression was stiff, and it was with great difficulty that he maintained his smile.

Twenty years ago, Lu Ji had already been the priest of this church, while Ulu was just a little boy who couldn't get enough to eat.

It was also a year of disaster, and Priest Lu Ji stood where Ulu was standing now, and Ulu stood where the little boy stood.

He had almost forgotten many things, but as soon as Lu Ji appeared, those memories came flooding back uncontrollably.

And Lu Ji, just as he had done twenty years before, approached the little boy and gently caressed his cheek, "Ah, what soulful eyes you have, my Lord will surely like a child like you. Come, tell me, what troubles have you encountered?"

The little boy looked at Ulu, then at Lu Ji, and still spoke of his needs.

"Ah, such a sad piece of news," Lu Ji sighed gently, "Such disasters always bring one sad story after another."

As he spoke, Lu Ji moved his hand from the boy's head to his shoulder.

"Although the rules are the rules…" Lu Ji leaned down slowly, whispering into the little boy's ear, "there are exceptions to be made sometimes. I have some food left, and seeing your filial piety, come find me tonight. I can share some with you."

The little boy immediately looked up, the hope that had dimmed in his eyes reignited at this moment, "Really, really?"

Lu Ji smiled, "Of course it's true."

The little boy's face flushed with excitement, he was eager to ask but stumbled over his words, "Then, where should I go to find you?"

"Hehe... don't be in a hurry," Lu Ji stood up, then smiled looking towards Ulu, his eyes flashing with a different light, "At night, go find Priest Wu Lu first; he knows where my room is and will bring you to me."

Having said that, Lu Ji patted the little boy's head, indicating him to leave first.

Then, he walked over to Ulu as if nothing had happened, chuckling, "This child really resembles you back in the day, doesn't he?"

Bai Wei saw that Ulu's body was stiff as stone.

"Bring him to me tonight," Lu Ji suddenly patted Ulu.

At that instant, Ulu's body, which had been rigid, shuddered as if electrified.

Lu Ji certainly noticed, and then he left with a big laugh.

When Lu Ji departed, Ulu suddenly lifted his head, staring intensely at his retreating figure.

All those conversations that he thought he had forgotten surged back into his mind.

Just thinking about them, Ulu felt like crushing his teeth.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he cursed in his heart, "Damn bastard! Why won't you die, why won't you die?!"

In his fury, Ulu had plainly forgotten something, venting his resentment and anger towards Lu Ji in his mind.

"Sooner or later, I'll kill you!" Ulu gritted his teeth and said.

Then, he heard that heart-stopping voice, "Oh? Is this a wish you're making to me?"

Ulu froze, he instinctively lowered his head, realizing that his usually limp middle finger was now proudly erect as if it had suddenly awakened.

That finger, void of eyes, seemed to impose a gaze and an irresistible pressure that Ulu could feel.

"Do you want to kill him?"