Who hid My Corpse!

This was a rather eerie scene.

The symbol of sanctity, a Church Priest, had locked himself in his room in broad daylight, even closing the windows tightly as if he had done something guilty.

His behavior was equally strange. At the moment, he was muttering to his own left hand as if under a spell, "I didn't think like that, my relationship with Priest Lu Ji is actually quite good."

And his left hand, or more precisely, its middle finger, was silently "watching" him. Although a finger could not have expressions, he could still feel the disdainful mockery coming from it, because it made no effort to disguise it.

This bizarre combination was naturally Bai Wei and Ulu.

"You don't need to be so nervous," Bai Wei interrupted Ulu's endless explanations. "I was just speaking off the cuff. What you do is entirely up to you."

Five minutes earlier, Ulu had been distributing porridge outside. But after Bai Wei had asked him whether he wanted to kill Lu Ji, Ulu had reacted like a startled quail, immediately abandoning his work and running to hide in his room.

"I, I'm not nervous," Ulu tried to defend himself. "Priest Lu Ji is more powerful than I am, I'm just scared that he will discover your presence."

Ulu's voice grew fainter as he spoke, clearly realizing how absurd his words sounded. If an old Priest on the brink of death could detect the presence of Visas, then Visas would not deserve his fearsome reputation among All Gods.

But Bai Wei did not expose Ulu's lie. There was no need, as Ulu's reaction was entirely within his expectations.

Even with his newfound power, Ulu was definitely not the sort to turn the tables and overthrow the world. Otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck in his prime in a remote little church, still oppressed by an elderly Priest whose one foot was practically in the grave, and even feeling afraid to meet him, conceding defeat without a fight.

This was also related to personality. Some people faced with experiences like Ulu's might become desperate, but out of the desperation emerges a determination to survive.

But Ulu was different. After despair, he would simply sink further and then desperately convince himself that the world was just that way.

Life was not just about bitterness; there was also the taste of salty and fishy. To survive, one had to swallow it all.

But that would have been it if it were just so—a simple person bowing his head to fate. However, Ulu was different. Twenty years ago, he was that little boy toyed with by a Priest. Twenty years later, he had become the Priest who toyed with little boys, venting the miseries he had suffered a hundredfold, a thousandfold on others. His anger towards Lu Ji stemmed from not just his childhood experiences but also from a sense of "it should be my turn now, but why haven't you stepped down and still block my way?"

So, players' opinions of Ulu were quite accurate—stupid, cowardly, and wicked.

And with such a person, Bai Wei knew he could not be coerced.

The more you pressured him, the more he would fail, ruining what he could have done well.

And the best approach to dealing with such a person was obviously...

Bai Wei softly clicked his tongue, "Meaningless."

Ulu didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I said, meaningless," Bai Wei spoke indifferently. "Since when does killing someone need to be so troublesome, especially someone weaker than you?"

"No, no, no, I was just..." Ulu began to defend himself instinctively but then paused realizing something, "Wait, what did you just say? Priest Lu Ji... is weaker than me?"

"Otherwise?" Bai Wei continued, "Why do you think an old guy about to die would be more capable than you?"

"…Because Priest Lu Ji has been clergy for twenty years already," Ulu said without thinking, "He has ventured into the supernatural realm much earlier than I have."

"Heh, in your eyes, is the supernatural realm a place where you just age?" And as he spoke, Bai Wei held his head up high, "Don't you still have me?"

Ulu stared dumbly at the upright middle finger, feeling an invisible pressure emanating from it, causing his remaining four fingers to tightly cling to his palm, as humble as a mortal prostrating before All Gods.

In that instant, he suddenly felt like Priest Lu Ji… wasn't really much after all.

Bai Wei was keenly aware as he watched Ulu's bewildered gaze gradually turn sinister.

Ah, this was exactly what Bai Wei intended to do.

Instead of forcing Ulu to fight an enemy stronger than him, it was better to simply label that enemy as a weakling.

This would trigger Ulu's inherent nature of bullying the weak and overpower his cowardice.

"I can kill him, I can kill him," Ulu stood up, pacing back and forth in the room, "Now, I can kill him, I am ready..."

As Ulu grew more and more excited, it seemed he could no longer suppress the murderous intent inside him and might grab a knife and rush out to kill Lu Ji the next second.

But at that moment, the little bit of reason left in his mind surged, making him stop and become hesitant again.

"But... do I really need to kill him?"

He even felt a bit puzzled, wondering how he suddenly needed to kill Lu Ji.

Wasn't this development a bit too abrupt?

Bai Wei had anticipated this as well.

All Ulu lacked now was a reason to act.

"Because he's blocking your way," Bai Wei said indifferently.

That was all he needed to say.

Because Ulu would fill in the rest himself.

"He's blocking my way? Hmm... right, he's blocking my way!" Ulu thought to himself, his expression growing more somber, "This old man, still blocking my way! This greedy old man!"

Before today, Lu Ji had not shown up for a long time as he was already of retirement age and no longer handled the daily affairs of the church.

But today, he appeared.

Because there was a distribution of relief food.

If Lu Ji hadn't shown up, that relief food would have been handled by Ulu, but since Lu Ji appeared, it had fallen into his hands as he was the most senior priest of the church.

"That's my money!" Ulu exclaimed excitedly, "He took my money! For twenty years, that money was his, but after twenty years, it should have been mine, should have been mine!"

In response, Bai Wei didn't react but just coldly watched Ulu dance around frantically with excitement and anger.

After a while, he exhausted himself, standing by the table and panting heavily.

Then a hint of hesitation flashed through his eyes again: "But, if it's just for the money, is it really necessary..."

Tsk, such an indecisive fellow.

It looked like he was one step away.

After briefly contemplating, Bai Wei calmly added, "Think about what he is going to do tonight?"