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Chapter 115 114. The next one is you! (3000) (22)

After careful inspection, An Le quickly found out.

This alley does not seem to be a trap for the Misty Cultists to ambush him, but just an ordinary stronghold.

The remaining mist breath at the entrance of the alley was not only used to attract him, but also a sign to call other mist believers.

An Le was only because of the initial hostile gaze, and preconceived that they wanted to do something to him.

But even if he knew this earlier, An Le would still do it.

He already has a channel to go to the Mist Gathering, without the guidance of this gray-robed cultist.

And no matter what, before the gathering, weakening the strength of the Misty Cult as much as possible will make him safer at night-as far as An Le knows, there will not be more than ten gray-robed Misty Cultists in Yuechong City!

The most important point is that An Le's strength is no longer what it used to be.

Simultaneously control more than six shadows, turn them into weapons with sufficient lethality, and attack from the most ingenious angles.

This kind of control is terrifying!

Although there are also shadows all over the alleys, which is Anle's home field, and the enemy's mental slack is factored in, but one-hit kills mainly rely on the transformation brought about by [Shadow Body (+3)].

An Le looked at the mottled blood and fallen corpses in the alley, and fell silent.

He certainly wasn't mourning for these enemies—in fact, before dying, An Le inserted his tentacles into their souls, ensuring that they would be reduced to endless working hell.

An Le was just thinking, since the sign at the entrance of the alley can attract Misty Cultists, why not...

Do you have a big ticket?

*****

So, until night fell.

In the corner of the main city of Yuechong City.

A tragic "fishing" incident occurred.

A total of 15 Misty Cultists, from ordinary low-level believers to slightly more powerful middle-level believers, without exception, all died miserably after their entire wealth was robbed.

They never imagined that this seemingly safe stronghold, which is still filled with mist, actually hides such an insidious enemy!

Even before they died, these people didn't know who killed them, they only remembered a bloody mask and a strange statue.

Finally, some people sensed something was wrong.

This alley only sees people coming in but not coming out?

Others called the police directly.

Before the security department arrived, another gray-robed believer, Zhao Kangsheng, broke into the place.

But at this time, An Le had already accepted the deal and slipped away.

Looking at the corpses piled up in front of him, the remaining blood on the ground, and the tattered gray robe, Zhao Kangsheng trembled all over.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

He growled softly and gritted his teeth: "Who did this!?"

The fall of a gray robe is an extremely heavy loss for the entire Misty Sect in Yuechong City.

Not to mention, there are still so many believers who died.

In the past month, the security department's combined operations against the Misty Cult were not as severe as the blow in an afternoon in this alley.

The reason why Zhao Kangsheng was so angry was that the gray robe who was killed was his good friend and best friend.

He cast the secret technique, and the mist spread.

And in the mist, a figure gradually emerged, which was tracing the murderer who killed the believers.

Soon, Zhao Kangsheng saw a vague figure from the back, and some dark things crawled under his feet, exuding a strange and ominous atmosphere, like a ghost in the dark night, or some kind of unnamed monster.

'This... this is...'

The gray-robed believer felt chills in his heart, and cold sweat oozes from his hands, but he continued to summon the mist, trying to see the whole picture of the other party.

However, as the mist traced further, Zhao Kangsheng suddenly found out.

The figure in the mist seems to have noticed something? !

He turned around slowly, wearing a blood mask on his face.

However, clearly through the mask, clearly just a phantom summoned from the mist, Zhao Kangsheng felt his cold gaze that seemed to be real.

He seemed to be saying: "It's you, you are peeping at me, right?"

Then, the other party stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhao Kangsheng.

It's like saying: "The next one is you!"

Unspeakable fear filled Zhao Kangsheng's heart in an instant.

In his eyes, the figure was no longer the outline of a human being, but began to swell and twist, and the grotesque and ugly flesh grew wildly; like crawling, active tentacles crawling out of the black mud, protruding from the body, Greedily snatching everything around him; all kinds of eyeballs, either human or not, stared at him with absurd calm from the mass of things.

Beside his ears, there is a long-lasting call that seems to come from the vast mountains, the sky full of stars, and the deep seabed, which lasts for a long time.

"Ughhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Zhao Kangsheng uttered an inhuman scream, with blood and tears streaming from his eyes.

The fog spread wildly, covering the entire alley.

Zhao Kangsheng was blind and his rationality was on the verge of being destroyed. He never thought that he would end up like this just by using the mist to spy on the other party's soul.

Before the security department arrived, Zhao Kangsheng's remaining rationality drove him to flee the scene quickly.

Otherwise, he would become the second gray-robed believer to be wiped out today.

*****

"Where did the little bug come from?"

An Le waved his hand to drive away the buzzing bugs around him.

An Le knew nothing about what happened to Zhao Kangsheng, he just felt a slight tingling pain, as if someone was tampering with his soul in the distance.

However, before he could react, the tingling sensation disappeared.

An Le is also very puzzled, what's going on?

However, An Le's current situation determined that he had no time to think about such trivial matters.

After leaving the alley and eating dinner by the way, An Le learned from his company employees that the meeting time of the Mist Cultists would be advanced.

An Le immediately prepared to act and quietly followed behind the employee.

This is a skinny centaur boy named Asakawa Yumeno, with an unremarkable appearance and a long ponytail behind him.

Although living in the main urban area, Asakawa Mengye's family conditions are not good, or extremely poor, and he can only rely on the security fund in the main urban area to maintain his livelihood.

Looking at the remote and narrow path in front of him, Asakawa Mengye took two deep breaths to cheer himself up and calm down.

Then go inside.

Asakawa Mengye thought uneasy: 'What are we going to do with this rally? '

According to the notice from his superior, the importance of this gathering was unprecedented, and even a low-level believer like him had to attend.

The boy knew that behind the "must" in the notice, there was a lot of blood.

If they disobeyed the order, they would either be reported to the Security Division, or they would be cleared away quietly.

'Anyway, as long as you give me money, everything is easy to talk about. '

Asakawa Yumeno was firm in his belief, and recalled the images he had seen in his dreams every night for the past few days, and felt trembling in his heart.

'The church, and the priest, what the hell is going on? '

"The gray-robed believers in the church can't detect the abnormality in me..."

Since five days ago, Chaochuan Yumeno has dreamed of a towering and strange church and a priest in black robe every night.

At first, he thought it was just a dream, but as time passed, Asakawa Mengye discovered that this was not just a dream, it was very likely that it was another evil god's way of preaching.

In the church, the most frightening thing was the priest.

The inability to see clearly and the treacherous temperament are just appearances. Chaochuan Mengye is also a believer in the mist, so he will only be in awe of it, not afraid.

What really terrified him was that the priest's tone was mild and smiling, but in the occasional gazes, it seemed... he was not regarded as a person at all, but just a handy tool. Or rather, a slice of bread?

It seems that one day, all the value of oneself will be squeezed dry and plundered by the priest, and even the last residue will not be discarded, but will be placed in a suitable position to burn the last light and heat.

Just thinking of this feeling, Asakawa Yumeno felt a chill in his heart.

'Today, I must ask the people in the church to help me solve this hidden danger! '

Asakawa Yumeno made up his mind.

Following the special guidance traces in the Misty Sect, Chaochuan Mengye came to their meeting place——an unfinished building in a remote block of the main city.

In order to avoid exposure, the location of each meeting of the Misty Cult is different, and they will not be notified before the meeting, and can only be found through guidance.

At this time, many people had already gathered in the unfinished building.

Asakawa Mengye took a rough look and found that there were more than 30 people, and some people were hiding in the dark.

You know, the largest gathering that Asakawa Mengye participated in in the past was only this number of people.

But this time, the number of people gathered in the building was far more than that.

The young man couldn't help feeling worried: 'With so many people mixed together, aren't you afraid of being exposed? In case someone from the Security Division sneaks in...'

Even though Chaochuan Yumeno was wearing a black robe and a hood, another tall man recognized him and waved to him.

This is a [weaver], and it was he who drew the boy into the sect.

Chaochuan Mengye didn't know his name, but only knew that his code name was "Mist Spider."

"follow me."

Mist Spider patted Asakawa Mengye on the shoulder, pulled him to the corner, and handed him a small bag: "Here is what you want. If you save some money, it should be enough for this month."

"How is your condition now, mother?"

Chaochuan Mengye took the small package, and replied in a low voice: "It's getting better, but the medical expenses... are too expensive."

Mist Spider was silent for a moment, then took out the wallet from his pocket.

He ordered a few, put them in his pocket, and then handed the wallet to Asakawa Mengye: "This is my personal sponsorship for you, and I don't follow the process in the sect."

Asakawa Mengye's eyes were red, and the tip of his nose was slightly sour: "This is not in compliance..."

Wu Zhi waved his hand: "I heard that you have been valued recently, and you seem to be very talented. When you make a lot of money in the future, just pay me back."

The Misty Cult has different ways of wooing different people, giving money to those who want money, and giving strength to those who want strength.

Looking at the back of the mist spider leaving, Chaochuan Mengye felt warm in his heart.

No matter what outsiders think of the Misty Sect, in Chaochuan Mengye's view, there is still a little bit of warmth inside the Misty Sect.

However, is this really the case?

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