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Chapter 91 90. Killing people, but also punishing their hearts? (35)

"Go out."

Standing in front of the opened church door, An Le ordered lightly.

——After reaching "friendliness" with the church, An Le can open and close the door at will, but when she wants to step out, she still feels extremely dangerous.

"I……"

Looking at the turbulent fog outside the door, Zhang Xiansui not only did not feel any warmth and kindness, but only felt the tyranny, madness and hostility that were about to overflow from it.

Although Zhang Xiansui's body is also a mist, from the perspective of the outside mist, he probably doesn't deserve to be their kind at all, and is just a "dirty thing".

Since it is a "dirty thing", it is natural to clean it up.

"You want to disobey my orders?"

An Le smiled, revealing her pale teeth.

He was obviously smiling, but Zhang Xiansui's soul felt a chill.

"No! I dare not!"

"I'll do it! I'll do everything."

As if begging for mercy, Zhang Xiansui yelled, and then walked towards the mist, most of his body was submerged in it.

"Ughhhhhhhh!!!"

The screams like killing a pig sounded immediately.

When the figure made of mist came into contact with the thicker and closer to the original mist, it was as if hot oil had been poured on him, and large areas began to melt away.

Zhang Xiansui's soul is part of the mist, which is a direct damage to the soul.

One can imagine the degree of pain.

It hurts a hundred times more than hitting the corner of the table with your thumb!

Due to Zhang Xiansui's particularity, his body is constantly being formed.

This is like Ling (meow) Chi on him, but at the same time heals him so that he will not die-similar to the situation where Yannv is burned and regenerated every moment.

What's more cruel is that the mist of the outside world is injecting those tyranny and madness into Zhang Xiansui's body, trying to assimilate him.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!!!"

Zhang Xiansui shouted heart-piercingly, cursing full of resentment.

"You devil! The lackey of the evil god!"

"You will die in the most miserable way! You will go to hell!"

The pain and madness made him temporarily forget his awe and fear, and he cursed An Le with cruel and filthy words.

As for this, An Le just smiled and didn't care.

To deal with this kind of scum and scum, there is no need to talk about morals with him.

Rather, this is the punishment Zhang Xiansui deserves.

"Whether I will go to hell or not after I die, here is your hell!"

"Also, you're too noisy."

An Le waved his hand lightly, and gray tentacles hung down from the dome, reaching into the small half of Zhang Xiansui's body left in the church.

[Filthy sanity +4! 】

[Filthy sanity +3! 】

[Filthy sanity +1! 】

【…】

With the insertion (meow) of the tentacles, Zhang Xiansui's expression became blank and he could no longer make any sound.

An Le has no interest in torturing people for fun. He sent half of Zhang Xiansui out of the house just to earn more filthy sanity.

At present, An Le named Zhang Xiansui—Mining Machine No. 1!

He doesn't even deserve to be his own employee, nor does he deserve to be treated like an employee.

Let me explain in advance, as An Le said before, he did not violate the oath of the soul.

Zhang Xiansui can indeed achieve immortality, immortality - but the premise is that he stays in this church all his life.

On the other hand, as long as he doesn't die, An Le can do anything to him!

As for the time limit of one hundred years?

Zhang Xiansui is already in this church, how can he escape An Le's palm?

Miner No. 1 currently has two tasks.

One is to record the fog knowledge in his mind in words.

That's right, Anle can use the tentacles to directly sacrifice the taboo knowledge of the mining machine, but if it doesn't work, it will kill the mining machine directly.

Moreover, the sacrificial knowledge will be forgotten, and Anle can't read them—in fact, krypton gold can also unlock Zhang Xiansui's personal information, but he is Anle's asset, why should he spend "money" by himself?

Simply lock Zhang Xiansui into a small black room to code words, and squeeze out his remaining value.

The second is to pollute him with the mist outside the church as he is doing now, while using tentacles to extract the filthy sanity.

This is the same principle that An Le used to twist other people's spirits a little and then heal them.

On this point, An Le was inspired by Sai Lei.

Since Zhang Xiansui's body is full of mist, he will definitely have a special reaction when he comes into contact with the mist outside the church.

【Filth Sanity: 154】

Thanks to this mining machine, Anle's filthy sanity, which was almost exhausted, regained a big mouthful of blood.

He nodded in satisfaction,

'The great process of building an endless working hell has taken another step forward. '

While the mining machine was mining, An Le casually flipped through the results of Zhang Xiansui's previous codewords.

This stack of paper seems to be quite a lot, but it is actually only two to three thousand words, and there are many meaningless descriptions in it, and there is even less content that can be regarded as taboo knowledge.

'This is too short! '

An Le frowned, it was like reading an online novel, catching up to the latest chapter, and waiting for it to be updated every day, but after reading the updated chapter, it was only in the early 2,000 words, which was not satisfying at all, and still decided on the key place, the mood is naturally not much better.

‘Is Guan Xiaohei’s coding efficiency so low? '

[The lower-level believers of the Misty Sect often choose to convert to the mist initially just to pursue the extraordinary power gained by joining the mist. 】

[Ordinary people always have a strong desire for extraordinary power, and want to have superhuman abilities and become different people in the eyes of others. 】

[They have the thought of "Why not me?" "Why can't it be me?" 】

[Mist Cultists will select suitable candidates from among them, take the initiative to contact potential targets, and plant "Seeds of Mist" on them, and the seeds will subtly affect the minds and thinking of these people. 】

[By the time they realize it, they have already become brand new Misty Cultists. 】

Seeing this, An Le narrowed his eyes slightly. 【Seed of Mist】?

This kind of thing has something in common with the "baptism" of the holy blood, and it is nothing more than a means to act on the soul.

Thinking about it this way, ordinary people in this world are really dangerous enough.

At any time, they may be eaten by dangerous monsters, sacrificed by followers of cults, and even their souls may unknowingly not belong to them.

It was not this that really aroused An Le's interest.

Instead, he remembered, that day, Lisa's sudden touch to him.

Although for An Le, it only added some filthy sanity, but it was enough to show that what she used was a means to influence thinking.

Could it be related to this [Seed of Mist]?

'Things are starting to get interesting'

Withdrawing his flying thoughts, Anle remembered: 'Oh, by the way, the mining machine cannot be broken. '

An Le waved again, and the tentacles dragged Zhang Xiansui's body in from outside the church, and closed the door by the way.

After experiencing the double devastation of the mist and tentacles, his figure became extremely faint, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

The old man's eyes were lost, and he lay on the ground like a dead fish, looking completely spoiled.

An Le smiled gently: "What did you want to say to me just now? I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

Zhang Xiansui trembled all over, but he couldn't muster up the courage to curse angrily, so he lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Sai Lei, who was beside An Le, felt cold in her heart, she lowered her head and dared not look at him.

‘Killing people, but also punishing their hearts, it’s so scary’

'He really is still that Father Ann. '