Above the gray fog

At this moment, Lin Shan has become a puppet controlled by silk threads, and every move seems stiff and mechanical.

The controlling silk threads are the black little hands clinging to his body.

"The breath of the source world..."

The faceless man said the first sentence since he appeared.

"Do you want to be an enemy of my master?"

The faceless man's tone was cold, and there was a hoarse texture in his voice, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of a dry throat, and it was like sandpaper rubbing against a stone.

"It seems... you know very well that you are just a servant."

Lin Shan's mouth uttered a voice full of broken feeling, and the sound seemed to be pieced together by countless broken sound waves, intermittent, but at the same time reached the faceless man's ears.

Lin Shan's eyes were wide open, and two little hands hung on his eyelids, forcibly prying his eyes open.

"In front of my master, I am indeed a servant, and I will only feel satisfied with this." The faceless man replied calmly.

"Since you already know my origins, why don't you run away?"

Lin Shan slowly raised the horizontal sword in his hand, and the blade flashed a cold light in the dark, pointing at the faceless man.

"Because I'm not afraid."

The faceless man answered calmly, without any intention of retreating.

"Do you think you can't run away?"

Lin Shan's tone was full of sarcasm.

"My intuition tells me that although you are a powerful creature, I can kill you."

Facing the horizontal sword raised by Lin Shan, the faceless man did not move at all, as if he had seen through everything.

"If you have the courage, run now, I can let you live."

Two small hands opened Lin Shan's mouth, making it crack to the ears, as if trying to intimidate the enemy in this way.

"You are very weak, no need to pretend anymore, as long as you hand over the puzzle, I can spare you. I am not interested in creatures in the source world."

The sleepless man was unmoved, took a step forward, and his power increased.

Although he said he was not afraid, it can be seen from his vigilant movements that he was guarding against something.

"Hehe..."

Fragmented sounds came out of Lin Shan's throat, and the two small hands on his mouth pulled their muscles slightly to match the laughter.

Seeing that the faceless man was still trying to get closer, Lin Shan slashed with a knife.

It was just an ordinary action, an ordinary knife.

Not even a breeze was stirred.

The faceless man quickly retreated, and the space in front of him quickly twisted, and layers of transparent barriers appeared.

The imagined knife did not fall.

Lin Shan ran in the opposite direction instead.

The faceless man realized that he might have been tricked, and quickly chased Lin Shan, and in the blink of an eye he was behind Lin Shan.

Seeing the faceless man catching up, Lin Shan's weird smile became even stronger.

The wrist turned slightly, and a few black little hands climbed on the horizontal sword, completely wrapping the blade.

Those little hands tightly grasped the blade, presenting a weird beauty.

The horizontal sword wrapped by the little hands began to emit invisible fluctuations.

The fluctuations were silent and invisible, only the strong breath of death quietly locked the faceless man.

This time, the faceless man did not hesitate, braked at high speed, and ran away.

The speed of running away was faster than the speed when chasing Lin Shan.

Lin Shan stood in place, looking at the faceless man who had disappeared into the depths of the sky, and shook his wrist lightly.

A silk thread connecting the faceless man to the horizontal sword was quietly cut off, as if a tangible lifeline was cut off.

Hundreds of millions of ticks later, the faceless man was like a deflated balloon, his body shrank quickly, as if all the vitality was sucked out.

The wings behind him disintegrated and turned into pieces of slender lenses, which quickly rotated around the faceless man's shrunken body to form a protective circle.

After a while, all the lenses were pieced together into a pair of wings in a regular pattern again, and the faceless man appeared again seemingly unharmed.

"The target location information... has been lost."

......

In Mamazaha's small building.

Lin Shan, like a puppet, sat on the bed and twitched strangely, his eyes were empty and scattered, and black sticky blood spitted out from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

He kept talking to himself, as if countless mouths were making sounds at the same time.

"Existence collapsed, consciousness was annihilated, and fate was cut short... The dead can't die again..."

The voice came out of his throat, mixed with gurgling sounds, as if he was choked by water.

"Poor baby, he obviously had a trump card, but he hesitated and didn't use it until he died, which was a bargain for me."

A small hand reached into his mouth and kept pulling it out, pulling out streams of black blood.

"Strange... The fate is obviously not in this body, why is the body still affected by the fate?"

"Poor baby, he can't rest in peace even after death."

"How can I bear to let you die?"

The two small hands gently stroked in the air, as if touching invisible silk threads.

"Let me see where your essence went."

"Silver Sea... not..."

"Hell... not either..."

"Garden of Eden... can't be in Garden of Eden."

Amid the chaotic voices, there were gradually more doubts.

"Is it in the old kingdom of God?"

"Not either..."

The two little hands quickly grabbed something, and finally became chaotic and tangled into a twist.

"Why is this happening?"

"Could it be... that the essence was also broken up?"

As if thinking of something terrible, all the little hands stopped moving.

"It's impossible... How could the essence containing destiny be broken up by a small imbalance?"

"Where did it go?"

The little hand on his neck pushed Lin Shan's chin hard, making Lin Shan look up at the dusty ceiling.

"Lin Shan" continued this movement for a long time, as if he was really thinking.

......

From the blurring of consciousness to disappearance, and then reappearance.

Lin Shan felt that he was sinking infinitely.

His body gradually became lighter.

He could feel that he had turned into an extremely fine particle, being pulled by an invisible force.

A snow-white feather wrapped him.

Under him, a yellowed parchment dragged him and the feather down quickly.

The paper exuded an ancient atmosphere, as if carrying endless secrets.

A faint red light was revealed in the darkness, and low wails and whispers were filled around.

Countless blurred shadows wandered around him, as if they were lost souls.

In the boundless darkness, the light of fire occasionally flashed, illuminating the distorted faces.

A line of distorted handwriting appeared on the parchment.

[The octopus drank the heart light. 】

The tip of the feather pen tapped lightly, and another line of sharp and majestic handwriting appeared.

[Hmm...Outer God, took over the destiny of the Human King. ]

Parchment: [It's a mess, it's completely messed up. ]

Feather pen: [The more variables, the more opportunities. ]

Parchment: [The established fate does need variables, but no one has ever known that variables are also part of fate. ]

Parchment: [We all thought that the former Lin Shan was a variable, he failed, leaving behind the latter Lin Shan who he thought was a variable, this also failed, and there came another Outer God who wanted to be a variable. ]

Parchment: [Among these variables, I only saw two words - fate. 】

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