[The fog core may not be an actual substance.]

[Its carrier can be a person's soul or some obsession.]

Anle remembered this passage from "Mistress Sect Miscellaneous Talks".

The answer is actually very obvious.

Since you can't find anything that can be called the [Mist Core] in this apartment, it is most likely that it is not a physical object, but a soul or obsession.

Neither of these two things exists in substance, but they are real.

Compared with the soul, happiness tends to be obsessed with it.

In the old man's words, his crazy obsession was revealed from beginning to end - immortality and immortality!

For this goal, he was willing to throw himself into the fog, willing to give up his wife and children, willing to abandon his body, and willing to give everything.

It can be seen that his obsession is so deep that he has reached the point of becoming obsessed with it.

And this obsession itself is also a flaw.

Anle asked coldly: "Do you really think that your current state can achieve immortality and immortality?"

The fog that was originally preparing to break through paused, and an aging face appeared again.

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

"I have become part of the fog. As long as the fog is not extinguished, I can exist in the world forever."

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

"But you?"

"Just relying on your weak soul, even if you can maintain your independent consciousness for a while, over time, it will only be assimilated by the fog and become an unconscious fog."

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

"Shut up! Shut up!!!"

The white fog trembled violently, and the face changed color, and the degree of anger was far beyond the previous one.

"Go to die!"

The fog no longer hides, but bites the shadow more fiercely.

There was fog that wanted to invade Anle's body directly, but he did not dare to approach the gray tentacles. Instead, the tentacles could act recklessly and extract the mysterious substance at the same time.

Anle's words did hit the old man's sore spot.

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

However, when Anle tear open the wound naked, the old man had to think of the situation where his consciousness disappeared in the fog and finally "dead" after several years.

How could he accept that ending?

"Don't be so angry. Isn't this the path you choose?"

Anle easily avoided the attack of Bai Wu. What he said to the old man was just his guess and there was no substantial evidence.

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

And now is the time to see the dagger!

Anle said, "What if I say, I can make you immortal and immortal?"

The white mist that was still restless just now seemed to have a moment of stillness.

The first time there was shock on that face.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Anle smiled and said, "I know."

The fog fell into a long silence, and the battle between the shadows stopped, and silence was restored.

Bet with peace of mind.

When betting in the hearts of the elderly, is it more important to be obsessed with eternal life or to believe in the fog?

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

When Anle heard the old man ask a question, he knew that he won the bet.

And there is no suspense that the old man became a foggy believer for eternity, not for eternity.

Anle's smile became gentler: "How about swearing with his soul?"

In this world, you have real effect with your soul.

Once you violate your oath, you will be backfired.

It can not only be used to swear, but also be used as a means to test the truth and lies.

For example, a person swears with his soul that he can eat a large pot of rice in five minutes, and if his soul judges that he cannot do this, he will be punished.

Of course, this method requires strict constraints on discourse, and if too loose limitations can take advantage of loopholes.

The fog fell silent again, as if it was in a certain self-struggle.

If the other party was an ordinary extraordinary person, the old man would not believe in the nonsense of "it can make you immortal". However, the aura carried by the tentacles made him tremble slightly, as if it was transcendent above the fog!

Prove that Anle really can do this.

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

He would not think that Anle was a kind philanthropist and would help him for free and free.

Even in the old man's opinion, Anle's true identity is almost equal to another evil god's lackey, and his status is definitely not low.

"It's very simple. I want you to obey my drive unconditionally...a hundred years!"

The sound is as pleasant as you can induce the way, and the sound seems to have a special deceptive nature.

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

"You are willing to contribute everything to becoming a mist. You are already very tolerant of such conditions, right?"

"One hundred years..."

The old man had to be moved.

Freedom is of course very important, but compared to immortality, it is really not worth mentioning. Besides, it is only a few hundred years.

"Then, the contract is established."

Anle's figure was wrapped in shadows and approached the remaining mist: "Let's swear with your soul together!"

*******

When both sides swear with their souls, they spit out the last word.

The old man who turned into a fog immediately felt a strong premonition of unknownness.

He looked at Anle again, and the smile on his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, and he could not see his true emotions.

The tentacles protruding from the void danced excitedly.

The old man was shocked to find: "The fog is dissipating?"

‘No, are you being pulled away?’

The originally rich white mist that fought with the shadows without any disadvantages was fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye, thin and quickly stripped from this room and the entire apartment.

The old man's body and soul have all turned into part of the fog.

As the fog was pulled away, the strong pulling feeling reached his soul, as if he wanted to tear the soul into countless delicate fragments.

He roared in disbelief.

"You...what did you do?!"

"Is the oath invalid to you?"

In the shadow, Anle chuckled and said, "How could this be?"

*******

The irresistible attraction and pulling sense brings the fog together with the old man's consciousness to pull out the surface of this world.

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

Extreme, pure, boundless black.

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

Just a "look" at it, the old man's soul seemed to be frozen, and his unprecedented fear almost destroyed his reason.

The existence in the dark has long surpassed the scope that human souls can understand. Even a trace of breath that penetrates through hundreds of millions of light years cannot be explored, recognized, and understood. Forcibly contaminating them will only be swallowed by the deep "black" after losing reason, leaving only an empty shell.

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

It seemed that it was so long that it was as long as a century, and it seemed that in just a blink of an eye, he finally got away from the "darkness".

Then, I seemed to be wrapped in fog again.
To be continued...