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Chapter 100 Class 99.B, Ren Ye! (3000) (12)

Lisa was also wearing a black robe and a mask, standing among the crowd, inconspicuous.

However, after seeing a special mark on the front of her robe, the surrounding believers all backed away silently, keeping a distance from her.

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

Compared with ordinary people, the Mist Cultists are all lunatics, but among the lunatics, there are degrees, there are always less crazy and more crazy.

In their view, Lisa clearly belongs to the latter.

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

"Praise the Mists."

Under his guidance, the believers whispered in unison.

"The mist will come at last, spreading the terror of pure white."

While reciting prayers, a strange atmosphere diffused.

An Le hid in the shadow not far away, quietly observing.

He knew that the [Weaver] among the Mist Cultists had a keen sense of extraordinary power, but after transforming into a [Shadow Body], sneaking into the shadows and eating and drinking were as natural as his instinct, with almost no fluctuations.

An Le is confident that he will not be discovered by the enemy, and it is indeed the case.

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

An Le was surprised: 'This can summon the mist? Too simple, too relaxed, too casual, right? '

He soon discovered that this kind of mist, not to mention compared with those outside the church, was dozens of times lighter than the mist transformed by Zhang Xiansui, and it was the product of dilution, dilution and dilution. .

It didn't look like a "summoning", but more like the gray-robed believer was sharing the mist in his body with the surrounding believers.

People shrouded in very light mist, intoxicated by it, breathing regularly is a special secret method, so as to absorb the power in the mist and strengthen themselves. This is a routine ceremony before each formal meeting.

There is a record of this method in "Talks of the Mist Sect".

It is somewhat similar to Anle's grabbing the power of shadows.

It can strengthen the physical fitness of believers, and if things go on like this, they can reach the level of E-level extraordinary people, which is very tempting to ordinary people.

An Le still remembered the passage above.

[The essence of this secret method is to transform the believer into a "container" of fog. Whether it is to accept more fog or directly abandon the human body, it needs to be based on this method. 】

[Unconsciously, believers' thinking will be distorted. 】

An Le's eyes locked on Lisa, and he could easily recognize his employees.

Surprisingly, Lisa didn't seem to absorb the mist?

The believers around didn't raise any objections, so they didn't find it strange.

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

An Le was wondering, and whispered prayers in his ears.

"Omniscient Lord of Chaos, please come..."

And this time the call came from Lisa! ?

An Le was very surprised. He told the staff that they could call him like this when they met a cultist or a lunatic, and if he succeeded, he would bestow a gift.

The premise of being able to call is that the employee’s beliefs are sufficiently pious. If he just chant without sincerity, he will not hear the call.

An Le originally thought that only Guangta could meet the standard, but Lisa could do it too!

'Is it stimulated by yesterday, or because of...the peculiarity of her soul? '

He guessed in his heart that it was the latter. Lisa's soul quality was extraordinary. She was obviously not a transcendent, but she was able to be drawn into the church. It was precisely because of this that she was frequently targeted by cultists.

Let's not delve into this point for the time being, Anle has two purposes.

The black-robed priest appeared in front of Lisa.

As An Le expected, the believers next to him did not notice him.

The believer in the gray robe reacted, turned his head strangely, and looked this way... There seemed to be strange fluctuations?

But it was limited to this, the gray-robed believers could not see Anle.

This sounded the alarm for An Lexiao. At present, this ability is indeed powerful, but one should be careful when meeting higher-level transcendents.

Lisa was slightly startled.

Her purpose is not pure, in addition to wanting to improve her strength, she also wants to test whether the Lord of Chaos Omniscient will conflict with the Misty Sect, and she might be able to use this to get rid of control.

The priest did descend in front of him, but he didn't attract the attention of others, even the gray-robed believers were indifferent?

——The Misty Sect respects white, and ordinary believers can only wear black robes, with gray robes on top, which is already equivalent to a small boss, and Lisa has only seen one white-robed bishop so far.

Lisa couldn't help thinking: 'Could it be that his power is above that of Mist Mother? '

"Holy lamb, you are doing well."

The priest's voice sounded in her heart.

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

Fortunately, this gaze did not last long.

An Le began to stretch out his "claws" to the believers.

[Filthy sanity +5! 】

[Filthy sanity +7! 】

[Filthy sanity +4! 】

【.】

It has to be said that these believers are all people with distorted thinking, which is more filthy than the filthy rationality provided by mental patients.

As for whether they can be cured and no longer believe in the fog, An Le thinks it is impossible.

The hearts of believers have long been alienated into grotesque shapes, and the tentacles can only temporarily correct them.

It's like a plant whose roots are rotten, even if its branches and leaves are pruned, it can only grow bitter fruits in the end.

[Filthy sanity: 101! 】

In just half a minute, the filthy sanity drawn by An Le was close to 100!

His gaze became more and more fiery, this is a fine leek field!

Some believers find it strange that the familiar, comfortable, and gentle mist in ordinary times makes them a little disgusted for some reason today. They seem to be contaminated with some kind of dirty things when they come into contact with the mist, and they are faintly rejecting them in their hearts.

Of course, An Le's target is only ordinary believers.

He didn't extend his tentacles to the gray-robed believer.

Intuition told him that doing so would lead to a great crisis.

All of this was seen by Lisa.

The expression under her mask was stunned and dazed, with disbelief, horror and awe smearing her heart.

For Anle, tentacles are kind, lovely, well-behaved pets.

But from Lisa's point of view, each tentacle is as thick as a forearm, and it is bluish-black, with large and small suction cups opening and closing on it. It looks weird and deformed, full of indescribable evil and filth, just take a second look, You will feel uncomfortable 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 danced frantically in the night and mist, as if they had their own life.

Without the target's awareness, inserting them into their skulls, extracting something from them, greedy and excited.

No matter how you look at this picture, it is extremely evil, and people with weaker minds may be directly polluted mentally.

Witnessing this scene, Lisa's delicate body trembled slightly: 'He is indeed an out-and-out evil god! Maybe even more than Mist Mother...'

And she has become a follower of this evil god.

Lisa couldn't help worrying about her future, the future was bleak!

The gray-robed man frowned: "Huh?"

He always felt that something was wrong, uneasy, unknown, but he couldn't tell where it was, and the surrounding area was calm in his perception.

'No, not right! '

The face of the gray-robed believer changed suddenly, and he looked towards a corner behind the container: "Who is it!? Come out!"

He opened his mouth, but in fact directly started.

A mist instantly enveloped the area.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

There was a carefree voice instantly, and a masked man raised his hands to show his harmlessness: "I'm just passing by."

The man wore a scarlet mask, no black robe, dyed yellow hair, and a delicate earring hanging on his earlobe.

He stood there, not nervous, with a very casual demeanor.

"I just smelled a breath after the curse of the same family, so I came to take a look, I didn't want to disturb your party."

The yellow-haired man closed his eyes and twitched the tip of his nose, as if he was still looking for the source of his breath.

He didn't seem to pay attention to this group of Misty Cultists! ?

An Le hid in the sea of ​​shadows, took it away as soon as he saw it, took back the [Shadow of Echo], and waited and watched the development of the situation.

It's not difficult to guess that Huang Mao came to him.

The blood-red mask and the unique smell of blood prove that he is a member of the holy blood, or the kind with a higher rank.

It was probably the imprint left by the gray blood killer on him, and it was effective.

An Le was a little surprised, he could be smelled even when he was hiding in the shadows?

Before the man came out, An Le barely noticed the man's arrival.

This yellow-haired man is very extraordinary, and he dares to speak to the Misty Cultists like this because he has strength as his confidence.

Such a contemptuous attitude naturally caused dissatisfaction among many believers: "Who are you? How dare you come here."

"Needless to say, let's do it directly!"

Many believers were eager to try, wanting to catch him directly or kill him directly.

Not only because of the yellow-haired man's attitude, but also for the sake of his own safety. If the security department finds out about this gathering, it will lead to a fierce siege.

But the gray-robed man waved his hand to signal them to calm down, and said vigilantly, "Your Excellency, are you Mr. Ren Ye?"

Ren Ye was surprised: "Oh? You actually recognize me?"

"Then I have to think about it, whether I should kill someone or not."

The gray-robed man trembled slightly, and when he saw the prominent yellow hair, he guessed, but he didn't expect it was really this one.

B-level transcendent, holy blood, the ace killer in the gray blood organization.

Just hearing this series of names, the gray-robed man felt a sense of suffocation.

According to the rumors, this person is moody, has a weird temperament, and has an unpredictable mind. He often kills people for no reason, and let some people go without reason.

What he said is not necessarily a joke!

"Oh, oh, I'm just talking casually, don't take it to heart."

Ren Ye waved his hand and smiled.

"Since you know me, it's easy to handle. How about continuing the meeting after I check you?"

Some believers finally couldn't bear it, and said angrily: "You are so big..."

"boom!"

The people around didn't see what happened, and the person who spoke exploded and turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Ren Ye didn't even look at him, and ran away suddenly not far away, with a sinister laugh.

"Hee hee, I caught...you!"