“Go out.”

Standing in front of the open church gate, the command was peaceful and light.

——After the intimacy with the church reaches "friendliness", peace can open and close the door at will, but when you want to step out, you will still feel extremely dangerous.

"I……"

Looking at the surging fog outside the door, Zhang Xiansui not only did not feel any gentleness and affection, but instead only felt the tyranny, madness and hostility that were about to overflow.

Although Zhang Xiansui's body is also fog, in the eyes of the fog outside, he probably does not deserve to be their kind, it is just a "dirty thing".

Since it is a "dirty thing", it must be removed naturally.

"You want to disobey my order?"

Anle Zhan smiled and showed her pale teeth.

Obviously, he was smiling, but it made Zhang Xiansui's soul chill.

"No! I dare not!"

"I'll do it now! I'll do anything."

As if begging for mercy, Zhang Xiansui shouted, then walked towards the fog, and most of his body was infiltrated.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A scream like a pig slaughtering sounded immediately.

The figure made of fog came into contact with the thicker and closer to the original source, just like hot hot oil pouring on him and began to melt large areas.

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

You can imagine the degree of pain.

It hurts a hundred times more than a toe hitting the corner of the table!

Due to Zhang Xiansui's special nature, his body is constantly growing.

This is like singing him, but he treating him at the same time so that he will not die - similar to the situation where the Yan Girl is burned and reborn every moment.

What's even more cruel is that the fog from the outside is injecting the tyranny and madness into Zhang Xiansui's body, hoping to assimilate him.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!!!"

Zhang Xiansui shouted heart-wrenchingly, cursing with resentment.

"You demon! The evil god's lackey!"

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

Pain and madness made him temporarily forget awe and fear, and cursed happiness with cruel and filthy words.

And Anle just smiled slightly and didn't care.

When dealing with such scumbags, you don’t have to talk about any morals about the world.

It would be better to say that this is the punishment Zhang Xiansui deserves.

"No matter whether I will go to hell after I die, this is your hell!"

"Also, you're too noisy."

Anle waved his hand gently, and the gray tentacles fell from the dome and reached into the small half of Zhang Xiansui's body left in the church.

【Defiled and wise 4!】

【Defiled and wise 3!】

【Defiled and rational 1!】

【…】

As the tentacles penetrated, Zhang Xiansui's expression began to be empty and could no longer make any sound.

Anle has no hobby of torture people for fun. He sent Zhang Xiansui half of his body out just to earn more filthy and rationality.

At present, Anle named Zhang Xiansui - Mining Machine No. 1!

He is not worthy of being his own employee, nor is he worthy of enjoying the treatment of his employees.

To be clear in advance, as Anle said before, he did not violate the oath of the soul.

Zhang Xiansui can indeed achieve eternal life and immortality - but the premise is that he will stay in this church all his life.

On the other hand, as long as he does not die, Anle can do anything to him!

As for the one hundred years’ time limit?

Zhang Xiansui is in this church, where can he escape from Anle's palm?

There are two tasks for mining machine No. 1.

First, it is to record the foggy knowledge in his mind in words.

That's right, Anle can use tentacles to directly sacrifice the taboo knowledge of the mining machine, but he may directly kill the mining machine.

Moreover, the knowledge of being sacrificed will be forgotten, and Anle cannot read them - in fact, krypton gold can also unlock Zhang Xiansui's personal information, but he is Anle's assets, so why do you have to spend "money" by yourself?

He simply locked Zhang Xiansui in a small black room to write and squeezed out his surplus value.

Second, like now, while polluting him with the fog outside the church, he used tentacles to extract filthy sanity.

This is the same principle as Anle used to distort others' spirits and then heal them.

Anle was inspired by Selei in this regard.

Since Zhang Xiansui's body is full of fog and contacts with the fog outside the church, a special reaction will definitely occur.

【Defiled and sanity: 154】

Thanks to this mining machine, Anle's filthy mind that was about to run out of was back with another mouthful of blood.

He nodded with satisfaction.

‘The great process of building endless hell of work has taken another step forward.’

Taking advantage of the mining machine to mine, Anle casually looked at the results of Zhang Xiansui's typing before.

This stack of paper seems to be quite a lot, but in fact it only has two or three thousand words, and there are many meaningless descriptions, which can be regarded as taboo knowledge.

‘This is too short!’

Anle frowned. It was like reading an online novel, catching up with the latest chapters, waiting for it to be updated every day, but when you look at the updated chapters, you only have more than two thousand words, and you are not satisfied at all. You are still in a critical place, so you naturally feel less good.

‘The efficiency of typing in the small black room is so low?’

[The lower-class believers of the Mist Sect often chose to convert to Mist in order to pursue the extraordinary power obtained by throwing into Mist.]

[Ordinary people always have a strong desire for extraordinary power, wanting to have superhuman abilities and become a unique person in the eyes of others.]

[They have the idea of ​​"Why not me?" and "Why can't it be me?".]

[The fog believers will select suitable candidates from them, actively contact potential targets, and plant the "fog seeds" on them. The seeds will subtly affect the minds and thinking of these people.]

[When they noticed it, they had become brand new fog believers.]

Seeing this, Anle's eyes narrowed slightly... [Seed of Fog]?

This kind of thing has the same meaning as the "baptism" of the Holy Bloodborne, and it is nothing more than a means of acting on the soul.

Thinking about it this way, it is really dangerous for ordinary people in this world.

They may be eaten by dangerous monsters at any time and sacrificed by cult believers. Even the souls may not belong to them without realizing them.

This is not what really makes Anle interested.

But he remembered that day, Lisa suddenly touched him.

Although it only adds some filthy reason to Anle, it is enough to show that she uses means to influence her thinking.

Will it be related to this [Seed of Fog]?

‘Things are starting to get interesting…’

Retracting Flying Fei's thoughts, Anle remembered: "Oh by the way, you can't break the mining machine."

Anle waved his hand again, dragging Zhang Xiansui's body from outside the church and closed the door.

After experiencing the double destruction of fog and tentacles, his figure became extremely faint, as if the wind would blow away.

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

Anle smiled softly: "What did you want to say to me just now? I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again?"

Zhang Xiansui was trembling all over, but she could not be brave enough to scold her, so she could only lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Sailei, who was beside Anle, felt cold in his heart and lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

‘It’s so terrible to kill people…’
Chapter completed!