Above the gray fog

Lin Shan did not stop and immediately went to the residence of the boss from the rat head.

A few hours later.

A dark area.

The air was filled with the smell of decay and blood.

Above an old building, Lin Shan hovered on top of the building.

This building was like an ancient altar, completely covered with vines and black moss.

The walls were engraved with totems of various forms, emitting a gloomy light like living things.

Lin Shan concealed his breath and quietly entered the building.

The scene in front of him made him frown slightly.

In the center of the room, a zombie-like creature was busy.

Its skin was pale and shriveled, covered with mottled cracks, and its eyes were empty and lifeless, exuding the breath of death.

It had long claws on its hands and was flipping through a pile of scrolls that exuded a strange smell.

Lin Shan learned from the previous memory of the rat head that this zombie creature was a master who did all kinds of evil.

Killing innocent people, sucking life, and squeezing faith, he did everything he could to please the higher existence behind him.

Lin Shan had thought about this before, what is the meaning of these cults that exist in the void?

Combining the previous two memories, it is easy to conclude that these cults actually have no essential meaning of existence.

Just like this huge gathering place spanning 100 scales is to serve the indescribable.

This so-called evil organization is just using another method to serve another strong man.

Although it is on its own territory, the indescribable does not seem to care about the fight between these organizations.

For Lin Shan, this is an open business opportunity, a large amount of opportunity to earn short life.

Lin Shan has made a decision in his heart, after killing the leader of this evil organization, he will take his place.

After a few seconds of thinking in his mind, Lin Shan has already drawn up a complete plan.

His finger lightly tapped, and an invisible force instantly hit the zombie creature's mind

The zombie creature's body stiffened, and then slowly fell down, turning into a real corpse.

The scroll held in the corpse's hand was lifted by an invisible force and floated in front of Lin Shan.

After a quick look, there were some scribbled words on it, and Lin Shan didn't recognize any of them.

Just when you were about to put it away, you took another look.

Are these gestures?

Could it be a big curse?

Several thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Lin Shan's hands had begun to imitate the patterns on it, forming strange knowledge one by one.

Suddenly, an inexplicable cold air appeared in the building, and a group of green and gloomy ghost fire floated out from the corpse of the zombie creature.

The ghost fire quickly dissipated into nothingness.

This feeling...

Lin Shan felt a little familiar.

He repeated the action just now again, and this time only the cold breath was produced, and no green flames appeared again.

"Small curse." Lin Shan said to himself.

This is indeed a small curse. Jin Tianzong and others used similar moves when they fought.

Lin Shan didn't know what the simplified version of the big curse could do.

He was going to learn from Jin Tianzong, but was told that he couldn't use the small curse.

Lin Shan guessed at the time that the reason why he couldn't use it should be related to his possession of the big curse.

Lin Shan tried the gesture on the scroll many times, becoming more and more familiar with it, but he could still only summon a wisp of cold air.

People with big spells... can't use small spells?

There seemed to be no rejection. Could it be that... releasing small spells requires some prerequisites?

Lin Shan was still very curious about small spells, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the initiative to ask to learn them.

There were too many things to do later, so he forgot about it.

After many unsuccessful attempts, Lin Shan put away the scroll that recorded the small spell.

He started to do his business, and his mental power penetrated into the corpse that still had a trace of residue.

After dozens of seconds.

Lin Shan opened his eyes.

The life of this zombie creature was also quite tragic. From the time his talent was discovered to the end of his life, he was almost always a tool for others, and he was happy to do it.

Because of his outstanding performance, the zombie creature even met the biggest leader of the "Smoke and Blood Cult". In the zombie creature's memory, although he had met the big leader, he knelt on the ground the whole time and didn't even dare to look at the other party. The other party's simple two compliments to him became the most proud thing in his life.

Although he had a vague impression of the big boss, the zombie creature had many interactions with his direct superior.

Lin Shan sorted out his memories, leaving behind a few useful memories and cutting off all useless memories with the ‘Cut Short Blade’.

‘Cut Short Blade’ was the spiritual secret technique that Lin Shan had learned from Scarecrow after his brain was full, at a cost of 100 million Eden points.

Scarecrow did not tell him the name of this spiritual secret technique, so the name was given by Lin Shan himself.

After cutting off the redundant memories, Lin Shan headed for the next destination again.

Half a day later.

Above a magnificent palace.

Lin Shan hovered quietly.

This building was like a palace, and it was also the tallest building within hundreds of millions of kilometers nearby.

Lin Shan was looking for a newcomer, Sequence 1 this time.

He was also the leader of this gathering place.

On the surface, he was a direct subordinate of the Unspeakable, but in fact, he was also a traitor.

Lin Shan looked down and chose to enter through the main gate.

A huge strange painting was hung on the main gate, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

He was quite interested in the relief on the wall next to him, but it was not an ordinary relief.

The huge stone pillars supported the towering roof, and the walls were carved with exquisite reliefs, depicting countless evil scenes.

Lin Shan looked for a few seconds, quietly avoided many guards, and entered the core hall.

In the center of the hall, a strange creature was sitting on a huge and gorgeous throne.

It had a human body, but its head was like a huge fly, its eyes flashed with green light, and several tentacles stretched out from its back, making low roars from time to time.

The creature was holding a pen-like tool and carving on a stone slab, and various strange tools were scattered on the ground.

Lin Shan learned from the memory of the zombie creature that this fly-headed abyss creature also had a secondary occupation as a three-star abyss painter.

The paintings he drew all had various incredible powers.

The reliefs outside were probably also his handwriting.

With this sideline, he might be extremely powerful among his peers.

But for Lin Shan, the other party was still an ant that could be crushed to death at will.

Killing ants one after another secretly did not give Lin Shan any pleasure. For him, it was just a boring process.

Lin Shan did not make any other movements, but just pointed in the air.

The fly-headed creature's painting suddenly froze, and then his expression became dull. After persisting for a few seconds, the breath of life had disappeared without a trace.

Lin Shan walked forward expressionlessly and searched his body clean.

The scrolls scattered on the ground were also collected by Lin Shan.

Lin Shan looked around and saw that there were many treasures in the hall, which should be able to sell for a good price.

The diameter of this gathering place is more than 3,000 light years. Even though there are many small organizations dividing the interests, as the supreme leader here, the fly-headed creature's collection is very rich.

He unceremoniously collected everything in the hall as trophies.