Chapter 392 - 347 Emperor
Mira slowly opened her eyes.
The familiar ceiling came into view, and she patted the quilt on her body to confirm that she was still in the room.
Mira sat up on the bed, rubbed her forehead, and looked in front of her, then was startled.
She saw a person dressed in Night Watchman’s garb, kneeling on the ground, already dead with blood coming from all seven orifices. The expression of endless horror on his face before death was the spitting image of the Priest’s. Wisps of white vapor rose from beneath the clothes, as if corroded.
This Night Watchman had died suddenly, just like the Priest, both succumbed to spiritual backlash.
Mira saw the pryed opened window, she leapt down from the bed and noticed the ritual Array at the foot of the bed.
"No wonder... my consciousness was drawn there..."
Mira realized with sudden clarity, then furrowed her brows tightly.
The Night Watchman had broken into her bedroom during the night, and then set up an Array, drawing her soul to that unnamed underground tomb.
Combining the previous events, Mira finally understood that there was a mole among the Church Nightwatchmen.
Why did this Night Watchman come in?