He was bending over, arching his back, holding a… "rag" with both hands, wiping from one end of the club to the other, very carefully. He changed the water frequently, trying to clean up all the splattered blood in the club as much as possible. All the corpses had been dragged together, piled up haphazardly, looking like a terrifying human pyramid. He was doing the job very meticulously, even more carefully than if he was being paid. Finally, after circling around to check one last time—making sure there were no problems—he took off his blood-soaked raincoat and threw it on top of her. Then he went to the bathroom, carefully washed his face, wiping clean the blood stains on his neck and behind his ears. Only then did he dry his face with a towel, bringing it back and throwing it together with the raincoat. He took out his old buddy from his pocket, dangling it on his middle finger. The head charm began to sway slowly on its own in such a blood-scented place, without needing to be awakened. "One request, one price..." Wei Wei turned its head towards the pile of fresh corpses, saying: "They're yours..." The head charm trembled excitedly, but forcibly held back, continuing to chant: Wei Wei couldn't help but reach for his gun at his back, but the head charm suddenly reacted: "Thank you!" Wei Wei smiled helplessly, throwing the head charm towards the pile of corpses. Then he walked around the club, looking for some gasoline, but found the club unprofessional. Such a big club, and they don't keep gasoline? With no choice, he went to the kitchen and found the gas was quite plentiful, so he laboriously carried out several gas tanks, placing one in each corner. He couldn't help but regret not shooting slower earlier—he should have made the Black Goat Family leader carry out the gas tanks before killing him. But who told him to be so impatient? Stand at attention when raising your gun, do the job... By the time he finished arranging the gas tanks, the head charm had also finished clearing the corpses. It was still a fist-sized shriveled head, but now it seemed to have fattened up a bit, looking slightly plump. The pile of corpses had completely disappeared, with even the blood licked clean. Wei Wei praised, picking up the head charm. Feeling light and relaxed, he walked towards the club's exit. "You seem to have offended the Black Goat this time..." Wei Wei said: "With their status, such a high-ranking totem, would they specifically remember a small fry like me?" Wei Wei also froze for a moment, his face suddenly showing a hint of worry. A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the face of the head charm, its voice low and slow, but seeming to trigger some resonance in the air, making its voice full of temptation: "Ascending to the third state?" The head charm, having just eaten its fill, was talkative: "What danger?" Wei Wei looked at it strangely, saying: "Demon ascension is most likely to hear demonic whispers, lose control and fall..." The head charm said: "Each step of ascension is a step closer to the demon. The demonic power inside becomes stronger and more active, stimulating the brain with demonic power, gaining that mysterious and strange knowledge. You're more likely to hear demonic whispers during ascension, instantly breaking your mind. No one wants to become a madman, so no one dares to ascend casually..." Looking at the head charm's mysterious and somewhat mocking gaze, Wei Wei couldn't help but glance at it: "What?" Wei Wei was dumbfounded, suddenly turning back to fire his gun. "Don't talk nonsense!" Wei Wei took advantage of the chaos to hang the head charm on the handlebars, riding back on the electric bike he had casually stolen. He explained seriously: "I'm not mad." The head charm in his inner pocket was silent for a while, then suddenly burst into gleeful laughter. Thirty miles outside Scrap Iron City, at the nomadic cult's camp. A row of tall trucks with alloy frames was parked by the weed-grown roadside, like a huge long snake. Armed followers slept in their clothes, setting up tents on both sides of the trucks. When the small fire rose in Scrap Iron City, falling outside the city, it was barely brighter than a firefly's light, almost unnoticed by any of the guarding followers. But at the same time, in the middle truck's trailer, the heavy curtain was suddenly lifted. A figure nimbly appeared on top of the truck's trailer. He wore a pure black priest's robe, but unlike ordinary followers, he had a red cape draped over his shoulders. His build didn't look particularly robust; at least compared to the people of the wilderness, this figure even seemed thin. He wore black-framed glasses on his face, giving him quite a scholarly and elegant air. But at this moment, his eyes looked towards Scrap Iron City, flashing brightly like stars. "Bishop, what's happened?" The speaker was a young woman wearing a nun's habit, but compared to ordinary nuns, her clothes were more form-fitting—tailored to accentuate her slender waist and legs. Of course, this wasn't for looks, but for ease of movement. Under that seemingly agile and form-fitting nun's habit, weapons and ammunition capable of killing thirty people were hidden. "I heard it again..." Few people understood why the Seventh Bishop of the Nomadic Church, seen by many as having no future prospects, chose not to follow the Pope but came alone to the outskirts of the Mental Barrier, staying for such a long time. But his personal guard understood that ever since hearing that voice three years ago, the Bishop had never given up pursuing that thing. Now many believed he was just using this flimsy excuse to avoid the whirlpool of papal succession. "Yes, Demon Forbidden Object 003: The God's Death Knell!" The nun hesitated, not daring to speak directly, advising softly: "The elders in the church are not certain it's in Scrap Iron City. The Holy Knight Order also sent people to investigate specifically, and in their final report to the church, they said they found no evidence..." "In these few years, I've already captured several instances of its whispers..." The Seventh Bishop let out a light breath. Usually, he was impatient explaining these things, but due to today's excitement, he had a bit more patience, saying: "Although it hides itself, every so often, it periodically releases some will..."