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Chapter 89 88. Welcome to My Church (15)

[The fog core may not necessarily be an actual substance. 】

[Its carrier can be a person's soul, or some kind of obsession. 】

An Le once again remembered this passage from "Miscellaneous Talk on the Misty Sect".

The answer is actually already obvious.

Since there is nothing that can be called a [fog core] in this apartment, there is a high probability that it is not a physical object, but a soul or an obsession.

Both of these things have no substance, but they really exist.

Anle is more inclined to obsession than soul.

From the beginning to the end, the old man's words revealed his crazy obsession - immortality, immortality!

For this goal, he is willing to plunge into the mist, sacrifice his wife and children, abandon his body, and sacrifice everything.

It can be seen that the depth of his obsession has reached the point of becoming obsessed.

But this obsession itself is also a kind of flaw.

An Le asked coldly: "Do you really think that in your current state, you can achieve immortality and immortality?"

The mist that was about to break out stopped, and an aging face reappeared.

The old man said in a deep voice, "What do you want to say?"

"I have become a part of the mist. As long as the mist lasts, I can exist forever in the world."

An Le smiled: "Mist, or that Mist Mother, they can indeed last forever."

"but you?"

"With your weakened soul, even if you can maintain an independent consciousness for a while, after a long time, it will only be assimilated by the fog and become a cloud of unconscious fog."

"Is this the eternal life you want? It's just a form of death"

"Shut up! Shut up!!!"

The white mist trembled violently, the face changed color suddenly, and the level of anger was far higher than before.

"go to hell!"

The mist no longer avoided, but bit the shadow more and more fiercely.

You Mist wanted to invade An Le's body directly, but he didn't dare to get close to the gray tentacles. Instead, the tentacles could move unscrupulously and extract that mysterious substance at the same time.

An Le's words really hit the old man's sore spot.

Before turning into the mist, the yearning and pursuit of the mist occupied the old man's mind, making him unable to think about these details.

However, when An Le tore open the wound nakedly, the old man had to think of the situation when his consciousness was wiped out in the mist and finally "died" a few years later.

How could he accept such an end?

"Don't be so angry, isn't this the path you chose?"

An Le easily avoided the attack of the white mist. What he said to the old man was just his guess without any real evidence.

But even if it is a guess, as long as it is reasonable enough, it still has the effect of shaking people's hearts.

And now, it's time to see each other!

An Le said: "What if I say, I can make you immortal and immortal?"

The white mist, which was still restless just now, seemed to be still for a moment.

For the first time, there was a look of astonishment on that face.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

An Le smiled slightly, "I know."

The mist fell into a long silence, and the struggle with the shadows subsided, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Anle is gambling.

In the heart of the old man, is the obsession with eternal life or the belief in the mist more important?

A hoarse voice came through the mist: "What evidence do you have to prove that you can do this?"

When the old man asked a question, An Le knew that he had won the bet.

And there is no suspense, the old man became a disciple of the mist for the sake of eternal life, not for the eternal life of the mist.

An Le's smile became more gentle: "How about swearing with your soul?"

In this world, swearing by the soul has real validity.

Once you break your oath, you will be backlashed.

Not only can it be used to swear, but it can also be used as a means of testing truth and lies.

For example, if a person swears by his soul that he can eat a large pot of rice in five minutes, if his soul judges that he cannot do this, he will punish him.

Of course, this method requires strict restrictions on discourse, and too loose restrictions can exploit loopholes.

The mist fell silent again, as if it was engaged in some kind of self-struggle.

If the other party was an ordinary transcendent, the old man would never believe the nonsense of "can make you immortal", but the breath carried by those tentacles made him tremble slightly, as if it transcended above the mist!

It proved that Anle could really do this.

The old man asked hoarsely: "Then, what is the price?"

He doesn't think that An Le is a kind philanthropist who will help him for free.

Even in the eyes of the old man, An Le's true identity was already roughly equivalent to another lackey of the evil god, and his status was definitely not low.

"It's very simple, I want you to obey my orders unconditionally. One hundred years!"

An Le followed the advice carefully, and her voice seemed to have a special demagogic quality.

"It's only a hundred years. Compared with that eternal life, what else are you not satisfied with?"

"You are willing to give everything to become the mist. Such a condition is already very tolerant, right?"

"a hundred years"

The old man had to be moved.

Freedom is certainly important, but compared to eternal life, it is nothing to mention, and besides, it is only a mere hundred years.

"Then, the contract is established."

An Le's figure was surrounded by shadows, approaching the remaining fog: "Let's swear by our souls together!"

*****

After both parties swear by their souls, when they spit out the last word.

The old man who turned into a mist immediately had a strong sense of foreboding in his heart.

He looked at An Le again, the smile on his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, and his true emotions could not be seen.

The tentacles protruding from the void danced excitedly.

The old man was stunned to realize: 'The mist is dissipating? '

‘No, are you being pulled away? '

The originally dense white mist, which fought against the shadows without losing the wind, is fading and thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye, and is quickly being stripped from this room and the entire apartment.

The body and soul of the old man have been turned into a part of the mist.

As the mist was drawn away, a strong pulling sensation reached his soul, as if it wanted to tear the soul into countless fine pieces.

He roared in disbelief.

"What did you do?!"

"Does the oath have no effect on you?"

In the shadows, An Le chuckled and said, "How could this be?"

*****

The irresistible attraction and pull pulled the mist, together with the old man's consciousness, out of the surface of the world.

Outside the world, there is a deep darkness that cannot be described in words.

Ultimate, pure, boundless black.

It is not a purely visual color, but a kind of "black" that cannot be perceived.

Just "looking", the old man's soul seemed to be frozen, and the fear he had never had before almost destroyed his sanity.

The existence in the darkness has long surpassed the comprehension of human souls. Even a trace of aura that penetrates hundreds of millions of light-years cannot be explored, recognized, or understood. Forcibly contaminating them will only lead to loss. After being rational, it was swallowed by the deep "black", leaving only an empty shell.

The old man didn't even dare to think about where this place was.

It seems that a century is so long, and it seems that it is only a blink of an eye, and he is finally far away from the "darkness".

Then, I seemed to be wrapped in fog again.

And this mist is thicker than his body, and closer to the source.

But the emotion it conveys is not friendly at all, it just wants to swallow and assimilate him, and it doesn't think that this superficial thing is its kind at all.

Fortunately, before being swallowed.

The remaining consciousness of the old man perceives...

a church?

Dark walls, quaint masonry, towering spires... everything looks very ordinary.

However, the old man felt that it made him tremble more than the previous "black".

'no, do not want……'

He tried his best to resist, to stay away from the church, but it was all in vain.

The old man's soul no longer belongs to him.

He pulled into it without any resistance.

On the mural, a dirty and strange monster is smiling at him.

Lively and lively tentacles dance around him.

The nun with a cold face stared at him indifferently, as if she was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

On the high platform.

The priest in black robes smiled and pronounced the sentence.

"Welcome to my church."

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