Lisa was also wearing a black robe and a masked face. She stood among the crowd, not conspicuous.

However, after seeing a special mark on her robe, the believers around her silently retreated and kept a distance from her.

That is not the mark that ordinary fog believers dare to bring. Only those with special status in the sect can hold it.

The Mist Cultists are madmen compared to ordinary people, but among madmen, there are always less crazy people and even more crazy people.

In their opinion, Lisa obviously belongs to the latter.

After almost all the people arrived, a hunched body in a gray robe came to the center of the believer and saluted with strange movements: "Praise the mist."

"Praise the mist."

Under his guidance, the believers whispered in unison.

"The mist will eventually come, spreading pure white horror."

During the chanting and praying, the strange aura spreads.

Hide in the shadow not far away, observe quietly.

He knew that the [Weaver] among the Mist Cultists were keen to perceive extraordinary powers, but after transforming into [Shadow Body], it was as natural as a kind of instinct of his mind and almost no fluctuations.

Enjoy and confidence will not be discovered by the enemy, and this is indeed the case.

In his eyes, a faint white mist began to appear around him?

Anle was surprised: ‘This can summon the fog? It’s too simple, too easy, too casual, right?’

Soon he discovered that this kind of fog, not to mention those outside the church, was diluted dozens of times compared to the fog that Zhang Xiansui turned into. It was a product after being diluted, diluted and then diluted.

It's not like a "summoning", but more like the gray-robed believer sharing the fog in his body with the believers around him.

People who are shrouded in the extremely light mist, intoxicated by the regular breathing, are a special secret method, which absorbs the power in the mist and strengthens themselves. This is a regular ritual before each formal discussion.

In "Miscellaneous Talks of the Mist Sect", there is a record of this method.

It is somewhat similar to Anle's power to grab the shadow.

It can strengthen the physical fitness of the believers. In the long run, it can reach the level of an e-level extraordinary person, which is very attractive to ordinary people.

Anle still remembers the above passage.

[The essence of this secret method is to transform believers into a "container" that fog. Whether it is to accept more fog or directly abandon the human body, this method needs to be used as the basis.]

[In subtle influence, the believer's thinking will be distorted.]

The happy eyes locked in Lisa, and he could easily recognize his employees.

Surprisingly, Lisa doesn't seem to absorb the fog?

The believers around them did not raise any objections, and they did not find it strange.

Looking back, Lisa's physique is indeed just an ordinary person. Where does her fog power manifest?

Anle was wondering, and a low-praying prayer rang in his ears.

"Lord of Chaos All-knowing Lord, please come..."

And this time the call came from Lisa!?

Anle was very surprised. He told his employees that when they met cultists or madmen, they could call him like this, and if they succeed, they would give him a gift.

The premise of calling is that the employee's faith is pious enough that if he only recites without sincerity, he will not hear the call.

Anle thought that only Guangtai met the standard, but she didn't expect Lisa to do it!

‘Are you stimulated yesterday, or is it because of... the particularity of her soul?’

He guessed in his heart that it was the latter, Lisa's soul quality was extraordinary. She was obviously not an extraordinary person, but she could be pulled into the church. She was frequently targeted by cultists because of this.

I won’t go into this point in depth for the time being, peace and happiness are both useful.

The priest from black robe appeared before Lisa's eyes.

As expected by Happy, the believers next to him did not find him.

The believer in gray robe responded and turned his head strangely and looked here... It seemed that there was a strange fluctuation?

But only this is the case, the gray-robed believers cannot see happiness.

This sounded a small alarm for Anle. His ability is indeed powerful at present. When meeting a higher-level extraordinary person, you should still be careful.

Lisa was slightly shocked.

Her purpose is not pure. In addition to improving her strength, she also wants to test whether the Lord of Chaos All-knowing will have conflicts with the Mist Sect, and she may be able to use this to get rid of control.

The priest did come before him, but he did not attract the attention of others, and even the gray-robed believers were indifferent?

——The Mist Sect advocates white. Ordinary believers can only wear black robes, and there is a gray robes on them, which is equivalent to a small leader. However, Lisa, the bishop of the white robes, has only seen one person so far.

Lisa couldn't help but think: 'Can His power be above Mother Mizu?'

"You have done a good job, devout Lamb."

The priest's voice rang in her heart.

The eyes shrouded in the shadows were meaningful and fell on Lisa's face. She felt panic in her heart, as if her little thoughts were seen through by the other party.

Fortunately, this gaze did not last long.

Anle began to extend his "devil's claws" to believers.

【Defiled and wise 5!】

【Defiled and sanity 7!】

【Defiled and wise 4!】

【...】

It has to be said that these believers are all people whose thinking is distorted, and there is more filthy and rationality provided by mentally ill patients.

As for whether they can heal them in this way, no longer believe in the fog, Anle believes that it is unlikely.

The minds of believers have long been alienated into weird shapes, and tentacles can only be temporarily corrected.

It's like a plant, its roots have rotted. Even if it prunes branches and leaves, it will only grow bitter fruits in the end.

【Defiled and sanity: 101!】

In just half a minute, the filthy and rationality extracted by Anle is close to 100!

His vision became hotter. This was a good leek field!

Some believers felt strange. The fog that was kind, comfortable and gentle on weekdays, made them feel a little disgusted for some reason. When it comes to the fog, it seems to be contaminated with something dirty, and they are vaguely repelling them in their hearts.

Of course, the goal of Anle is only ordinary believers.

He did not extend his tentacles to the gray-robed cultist.

Intuition told him that doing so would cause great crisis.

All of this was taken into consideration by Lisa.

The expression under her mask was shocked to a little confused, disbelief, and fear and awe smeared her heart.

For Anle, tentacles are kind, cute, well-behaved and obedient pets.

But in Lisa's view, each tentacle foot is as thick as a forearm, and is blue-black. The suction cups are opened and closed on it, looking strange and deformed, full of indescribable evil and filth. Just looking at it for two more times, you will feel discomfort and disgusting from the bottom of your heart, and even your soul can be infected, as if it shouldn't exist in this world.

And at this time.

Several tentacles in the night and fog were like having their own life, dancing wildly.

Without the targets being unaware, insert their skulls and draw something from it, greedy and excited.

This picture is extremely evil no matter how you look at it, and people with more mental weakness may be directly mentally polluted.

Seeing this scene, Lisa's delicate body trembled slightly: "He is indeed an absolute evil god! Perhaps even more than Mother Wu...'

And she has become a believer of this evil god.

Lisa couldn't help but worry about her future, and her future was bleak!

The man in gray frowned: "Hmm?"

He always felt something was wrong, uneasy, and unknown, but he couldn't tell where it was. He felt that it was also calm.

‘No, it’s not right!’

The gray-robed believer's face suddenly changed and he looked at a corner behind the container: "Who is here!? Come out!"

He spoke in his mouth, but in fact he did it directly.

A fog instantly enveloped the area.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

A slightly sloppy voice came from there in an instant, and a man in a mask raised his hands to show his harmlessness: "I'm just passing by."

The man was wearing a nearly scarlet mask, not wearing a black robe, dyed with yellow hair, and an exquisite earring hanging on his earlobes.

He stood there, without any tension and was casual in temperament.
To be continued...