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After confirming the identity of the other party, Kota was extremely shocked and puzzled, and questioned.

"Did you become a Misty Cultist because you wanted to stand up from the wheelchair, get rid of the curse, and regain a free and healthy body?"

In fact, Kota didn't want to find any answers from the old man, but just wanted to give himself an explanation.

Let him put aside the friendship with the other party in the past, and truly regard the old man as an enemy.

The old man's sneer came from the mist: "How could this be?"

Not only did Guangtai not expect this answer, but even An Le did not expect it.

As early as when she learned that the old man's legs were disabled and his physical condition was gradually declining, An Le guessed whether there would be a plot such as "losing to the desire in his heart for the sake of a healthy, young, and powerful body". Not uncommon in many movies.

After all, human will is actually extremely fragile.

Especially, for the old man whose soul is bound in this disabled body full of diseases all day long, day after day, week after month, day after day, year after year, as time goes on, that kind of painful The accumulation will reach a level of creepy, enough to twist the human spirit.

It's not that An Le didn't think about this situation.

However, the other party denied this statement?

"A mere low-level goal will not be my pursuit!"

Under the weak light, a face made of mist slowly emerged, it was as big as half a person, and there were ravines all over it, which were the traces left by the years.

This is exactly what the old man looks like.

It's just that the old and decayed face is full of mockery at this time.

"Kuta, you don't know, do you?"

He kept approaching the light, and made a sound at the same time.

"Whether it's my disabled legs or being cursed, I did it voluntarily! Or it was part of my plan."

Kota froze again, and quickly realized a part of the cruel truth.

"When did you start believing in the Misty Sect?"

On the face made of mist, there was a cold and cheerful smile: "Hehe, did you guess it?"

"You're not too stupid."

Kota felt like falling into an ice cave, trembling all over, still unwilling to believe the truth he had guessed.

The old man said slowly: "Actually, long before Zhang Luan joined the Security Division, I had already become his devout believer."

——Zhang Luan, the old man's son, Guangta's boss, a man known as "Mist Buster".

"Then his death?"

"That's right, that's exactly what I planned!"

The face constructed by the white mist gradually distorted, and the smile was ferocious.

"Hahaha, what kind of mist buster! It's just a tool guided by me to climb to a higher level within the Security Department. When he loses value, he can only become a firewood to support him."

Hearing this, don't talk about Guangtai, even An Le is silent about it.

The truth is far more cruel than he imagined.

The old man is not a tragic figure who ended up alone because of his son's bravery, let alone bewitched or deceived.

From the beginning.

He is a Misty Cultist with despicable purposes, who treats his son and wife as tools, and regards family affection and morality as nothing!

Just a lunatic.

"All of this is for today!"

The frightening face flickered in the mist and turned into a young and unfamiliar face, probably the appearance of the old man when he was young.

"Do you know? When Zhang Luan was born, I understood one thing - people will grow old, and they will eventually die one day."

"My energy, money, emotions... are constantly being taken away by him. The so-called children are like parasites that will never stop, accelerating my aging step by step."

The old man spoke calmly, but the words themselves were chilling.

"When he was fifteen, he was healthy and alive."

"And I saw him with jealousy! Unbearable jealousy!"

"Why can he enjoy a young life, but I will inevitably grow old and be sent to the grave by him in the end?"

"It's not fair! It's not fair!"

The mist was surging, echoing the roar of the old man.

"That's when I finally understood that what I want is——eternal life!"

"Never grow old, never die!"

"The human body has a limit, so you don't need that kind of inconvenience!"

"And now, I've succeeded."

When she was a child, An Le was once puzzled by the plot of "the villain in the cartoon chattered to the protagonist when he succeeded in plotting, explaining how he achieved his evil purpose step by step, and was finally killed by the protagonist." I don't understand, I feel that neither the screenwriter nor the villain's brain is very good.

But when he grows up, he can somewhat understand the villain's motives for doing so.

The villain who buries all the conspiracy in his heart also has the desire to confide and express.

The longer you suppress it, the stronger this desire becomes.

When the conspiracy is about to succeed or has already succeeded, there is nothing that they enjoy and enjoy more than the process of showing the conspiracy to the enemy who has been in their way.

It can also destroy their will to resist by the way.

An Le can also see that, in fact, the old man is deliberately delaying time.

The white mist seemed to change from gas to liquid, silently infecting the two of them.

Kota's sanity has dropped to the 60 mark!

Even before An Le's eyes, two or three lines popped up [filthy sanity +2! 】Tips.

The old man wanted to fight without bloodshed, and alienated their spirits through the erosion of the mist, and then assimilated them into a part of the mist.

However, he wanted to delay time, so why not An Le?

[Shadow control (+6)! 】

During the time when the old man was chattering, An Le took advantage of the relatively static church to squander the balance of more than 200 points, trying to improve his control over the shadows as much as possible.

——Actually, Anle doesn’t like the way of adding points before the battle. Not only does it take a certain amount of time to improve the ability, but it also takes time to digest and adapt.

Three hours may seem like a long time, but it is actually not enough.

But faced with this situation, An Le was forced to have no choice but to give it a try.

The time in the church was almost used up, and only two or three minutes were left for emergency. Coupled with the time spent by the old man talking, he finally basically got used to the surging shadow power in his body.

The shadow lines not only appeared on the upper body, but also spread to the legs and abdomen, flashing obsidian-like shimmer.

The secret power flows in the lines, echoing the shadows of the outside world.

"Give up struggling!"

Countless identical, huge faces emerged from the mist, approaching An Le and Kota, further forcing them to move.

"Any of your means of attack will be ineffective against me."

"You can't annihilate all the fog, and you can't kill me!"

The light in Kota's hand burst out suddenly, bursting out with brilliant light, smashing several faces into pieces.

However, just like a stone smashed into the water, even if there will be ripples for a while, it will not cause harm to the water itself.

The mist that was dispelled was not even generated as much as it was in a second.

During the surging mist, countless faces were regenerated.

Every face has a ferocious, mocking, twisted smile, and spits out harsh words.

"It's useless, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless!"

"Be obedient and become His nourishment, this is your honor!"

Just when Kota felt desperate.

A shadow deeper than the mist suddenly swept in, like sea water, covering his ankles and knees until it completely submerged him.

Like boiling, seeping out from every corner and every crevice of the room.

No, not just in this small room, and not just on the sixth floor.

Under the night.

The raging shadow completely engulfed the entire apartment building!

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