The Secret Silver Heavy Door opened.
Gu Shen saw a "corpse" lying on the ground, a warm, blood-colored flame still leaping above the corpse's forehead.
"Is this what you call 'handling it'?"
His expression froze for a moment before darkening.
"No choice, the minds of these guys are all branded with 'Spiritual Imprints', which can't be affected by hypnosis," Xiao said with exceptional calm, "Believers aren't mannequins; they won't stay here quietly without speaking, watching us move around. Even if we tie them up, they'd struggle desperately, betting on their loyalty to the Moon God to prevent thugs from disturbing the tranquility of the Underground Church. The best way to take the items without anyone noticing... is to kill the guards."
