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Chapter 123 122. Funds into Shares (3000) (22)

After getting An Le's permission, the gray tentacles danced excitedly, scrambling to reach the concrete block with patterns painted on it, wrapping and entwining it with its soft and sticky body until it was completely submerged by the tentacles.

There seemed to be some emotional fluctuations in the half-opened eyes.

Like surprise, like humiliation?

Of course, the eyes on this cement block are not the eyes of the mist mother, but only some of the nature and power of the mist mother, or in other words, this is a poor imitation or fake.

Seeing this scene, An Le thought: ‘If it is anthropomorphic, it will look pretty (meow). '

It looks like an image you would find on a pink app.

Seeing the tentacles look like their own huskies, eagerly guarding in front of the rice bowl, waiting for the master's order to start cooking.

An Le really couldn't bear to say no.

He also recalled now that sometimes even if the target is not a human being, the tentacles can reach into it and absorb certain things.

It's just that the panel didn't show it, so An Le didn't know what was extracted.

Thinking about it now, it turns out that at that time it was absorbing substances contaminated with the breath of gods.

The tentacles entangled, rubbed, and licked the wrapped cement block, greedily absorbing the remaining divinity in the ritual.

And the ground of the church also changed faintly, wriggling as if it had come to life.

The stone on which the entire ritual rests is slowly sinking and being swallowed by the ground.

In just a few breaths, the cement and tentacles disappeared before Anle's eyes, and the ground returned to its original state, as if it had never appeared here.

An Le thought to herself: 'I don't even leave a bit of scum...'

After another moment, Anle's ear trance-sounded a contented sigh, full of joy.

[The intimacy between you and the ▇▇ church has increased! 】

A reminder flashed before his eyes.

An Le looked up, and felt that the dome of the church seemed to be slightly higher, and the distance between him and the gate became a little bit farther.

He savored it and concluded: 'The church is expanding? '

This is undoubtedly a good thing.

Due to the increasing number of dead soul believers that Anle has drawn into the endless working hell, the last time the staff meeting was held... Ahem, when the ceremony was held, the church was very crowded, and there was no room for it.

The larger the area, the more employees can be accommodated and more filthy sanity can be obtained.

Another point.

Even if there is no substantive proof, An Le noticed that the next time he absorbs the filthy intellect in those souls, the part that will be taken away by the church may be reduced, and it will no longer be a 91% share.

An Le gradually understood that the operation of the church was similar to the company's dividend distribution.

The church itself invests in shares based on technology, so it can account for the bulk of the dividends.

At the beginning, An Le could only buy shares with labor force, but now he started to collect things that carry the aura of evil gods. It was like investing money, increasing his own equity, diluting the church's shares, and the dividends he obtained would naturally increase.

Afterwards, An Le talked with Sai Lei for a while and got more information from her.

Sai Lei said: "The taste of the church is very picky, and only high-quality divine residues can interest it."

"If you devour more, it will have some similar characteristics."

An Le also noticed this.

A faint mist shrouded the height of the dome, making the already treacherous church even more mysterious.

‘Absorb the characteristics of various gods and use them for yourself? '

An Le thought: 'It's scary...'

'I just took such a ritual and that's it, I don't dare to think about what you will become in the future. '

Sai Lei also said: "If you can absorb more of His divinity, Father An...maybe you will be able to step through the gate."

This sentence made Anle slightly surprised. A long time ago, he wanted to go out of the church gate to explore the world outside the church, but every time he was warned by Sai Lei that he would die if he did so.

An Le's intuition also agrees with this point of view, the outside world is in great danger.

And now, this restriction is about to be lifted?

Even if there is Yannv, she can bring information and some things to An Le from outside the church.

But because of Yannv's own characteristics, what she can bring back is extremely limited.

If An Le can go out by himself, he will definitely gain more, and perhaps solve some doubts in his heart.

Sai Lei lowered her brows and eyes, making it impossible to see her true emotions, and continued: "Of course, the crisis still exists."

"But if it was you, Father An, even if you knew this, you would still go out."

"Before then, please prepare yourself."

An Le understood that he would not joke about his own life, so he had to be fully prepared before going out to explore.

After understanding the information, An Le first went to the small black room where Zhang Xiansui was locked up to visit the mining machine.

Recently, Zhang Xiansui's image of an old man emerging from the mist has become more haggard and aging, from about sixty years old to one hundred years old.

Even though Zhang Xiansui has turned into a mist and lost his inconvenient body, he still feels that he is aging.

It is not the body that ages, but the spirit.

Every day, he squeezed out the little knowledge left in his mind, so as to avoid being dragged out of the church and enduring more painful suffering.

——Actually, it is impossible to avoid it, and it will happen every three to five times, but Anle will consider whether to punish Zhang Xiansui based on his work performance.

An Le: After all, I am not a devil!

It is still necessary to standardize and rationalize the work system.

These days, Zhang Xiansui often thinks: 'Is this the taste of eternal life? '

‘If I had known earlier, I might as well have died earlier. '

It's a pity that the current Zhang Xiansui can't even commit suicide.

An Le is a person with a great spirit of contract. If you say let him live forever, then let him live forever.

"Wrote this page today?"

An Le walked into the room, looking at the thin sheet of paper on the table, not very satisfied.

It's like waiting for a favorite novel to be updated, but only waited for a "hip pull note" to write: I pulled it today, and there is no update.

The disappointment can be imagined.

Zhang Xiansui was about to argue, but he suddenly felt a breath from An Le, and his soul seemed to be frozen.

The human figure originally condensed by the mist dissipated in an instant, and the entire mist continued to shrink until it was only the size of a fist, as if it had shrunk so much that it could no longer shrink.

Zhang Xiansui hid in the corner of the small black room, trembling uncontrollably.

Even if he didn't speak, An Le could read his thoughts at the moment - don't come here! ! !

This kind of fear came from Zhang Xiansui's heart and originated from the depths of his soul.

It is not difficult for An Le to guess that this is because the church has just eaten the influence of the rituals.

He smiled at Zhang Xiansui: 'That's fine, let's see if you dare to be lazy in the future. '

Afterwards, An Le went to inspect the Holy Blood Prince who was raised in the church——Blood Shadow Iersus Chia.

It was packed in a small box, and together with the split bone, it showed a rose-like rosy color, not like blood, but like a rare gem.

Although it only weighs about two drops, Anle still cares about it.

Judging from Ren Ye's performance, this kind of source blood is extremely valuable and can be continuously regenerated. If it is well nourished, it can be like a thriving leek, which can be harvested one by one.

An Le's gaze was fiery.

This is a small gold mine!

Yuan Xue, who was being stared at, trembled involuntarily.

Ji Ya's consciousness was hidden in it, and she didn't dare to show her head at all. After realizing the situation she was in, she didn't have any hope of escaping or resisting such things.

'This is that church! '

Not to mention her current situation with only two drops of blood left, even in her heyday, once she entered this sect, there would be no day to get rid of it.

'How the hell did I get here...'

Ji Ya couldn't help thinking about this question, she realized that she had lost a lot of memory.

But this is normal. At the level of the Holy Blood Prince, even a drop of source blood can be revived, but the existence that source blood can hold is limited. Only when she recovers can these memories be traced back.

She only remembered that her original blood was sealed in the real bone, and stayed in a completely dark environment for a long time, as if it was parasitic in the body of some living things.

The opponent tried to absorb the power of the source blood, while Ji Ya also used its body to accumulate energy.

Then, there was a burst of extreme heat that almost melted her soul through the real bones.

After that, she fell into this situation.

In the past, if Ji Ya heard that someone regarded a Holy Blood Prince as a pig or sheep in a fence, and waited until fattened before cutting the meat, she would only listen to it as a joke—how could it be possible? That is the Holy Blood Prince! The noblest, oldest, and most powerful existence among the holy blood, she still vaguely remembers the scene where she was unparalleled in the past, and countless people bowed down in front of her.

But now...

Ji Ya felt the breath coming from the priest and shivered.

Her perception was sharper than that of Zhang Xiansui, and she noticed that something extremely profane and evil had happened in the cathedral just now.

The aura belonging to the gods appeared quickly and then dissipated quickly.

Judging from the few remaining memories of this church in her soul, it is very likely that she is devouring God!

Strange to say, the Holy Blood Prince has obviously forgotten many things, but the fear and some impressions of this church seem to be engraved in his DNA and cannot be erased.

"Well, it's grown another third."

An Le stared at Yuanxue with satisfaction. With his observation ability, he could easily see that Yuanxue was growing and expanding outwards every moment.

This speed still makes him quite satisfied.

Now, basically every eight days, a drop of source blood can be harvested—similar to the frequency of holding staff meetings. In reality, it is eight days. The total time in the church is only one day, which shows its strong regenerative ability.

‘In a few days, the next drop will be harvested. '

Feeling An Le's gaze, Ji Ya could easily guess what he was thinking, and a deep chill appeared in her heart.

'Does it mean that I will spend the rest of my life like this? '

'no! It can't go on like this. '

Ji Ya thought, and changed her mind.

Since I can't resist or escape, I can only... join!

A phantom slowly emerged from the crystal clear blood and made a sound.

"Father, I think . . . we can talk."

Thanks for the reward of 500 coins from "Wei Zhi Zuo Yi"! Thank you so much!

Disclaimer, regarding the pink app, I just have a friend who likes to use it.

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