After confirming the other party's identity, Guangtai was extremely shocked and puzzled and questioned.

"Did you become a fog cultist because you want to stand up from your wheelchair, get rid of the curse, and regain your free and sound body?"

In fact, Guangta didn’t want to find any answer from the old man, he just wanted to give himself an explanation.

Let him abandon his former friendship with the other party and truly regard the old man as his enemy.

The old man's sneer came from the fog: "How could this be?"

Not only was this answer too unexpected, but even Anle was unexpected.

As early as when I learned that the old man had disabled legs and his gradually declining physical condition, Anle guessed whether there would be scenes like "defeated by the desire in his heart for the sake of a healthy, young and powerful body". This kind of plot is not uncommon in many movies.

After all, human will is actually extremely fragile.

Especially for the elderly whose soul is bound in this disabled body full of illness, one day, one week, one month... day after day, year after year, as time goes by, that kind of pain accumulates to a creepy level, enough to distort the human spirit.

Anle had thought about this situation.

However, the other party denied this statement?

"That kind of low-level goal won't become my pursuit!"

In the faint light, a face made of fog slowly emerged, as big as half a person, with gullies all over it, which are traces left by time.

This is exactly what the old man looks like.

However, the old and declining face was full of mockery at this time.

"Kingta, you don't know yet?"

He kept approaching the light too, making a sound at the same time.

"Whether it's disabled or cursed, I'm willing to do it! Or... this is part of my plan."

Guangta was stunned again and quickly realized part of the cruel truth.

"When did you...begin to believe in the Mist Sect?"

A cold and pleasant smile was hung on the face made of mist: "Haha, did you guess it really?"

"You're not too stupid."

The light was too light and fell into an ice cave, trembling all over, and he still didn't want to believe the truth he guessed.

The old man said slowly: "Actually, I had become His devout believer long before Zhang Luan joined the Guard Division."

——Zhang Luan is the old man’s son, Guangtai’s boss, and a man known as the “nemesis of mist”.

"Then his death?"

"Yes, that's what I planned!"

The face constructed by Bai Wu gradually distorted and his smile was ferocious.

"Hahaha, what fog nemesis! I am just guiding you to climb to the higher-level tools within the Guard Division. When he loses his value, he can only become a firewood for him."

When you hear this, don’t even say Guangtai, even Anle is silent.

The truth is far more cruel than he thought.

The old man was not a tragic figure who ended up alone because of his son's bravery, nor was he deceived or deceived.

From the beginning.

He is a foggy believer who has a despicable purpose, regards his son and wife as tools, and regards family affection and morality as nothing!

Just a lunatic.

"All this is for today!"

The terrifying face appeared and disappeared in the fog, turning into a young and unfamiliar face, probably the way the old man looked when he was young.

"Do you know? When Zhang Luan was born, I understood one thing--people will grow old and will eventually die one day."

"My energy, money, and emotions... are constantly taken away by him. The so-called children are like parasites that will never stop, accelerating my aging step by step."

The old man said calmly, but the words themselves were chilling.

"When he was fifteen, he was healthy and very alive."

"And when I saw him, I was... jealous! Unbearable jealousy!"

"Why can he enjoy his youthful life, and I will inevitably age and be sent to the grave by him?"

"This is unfair! This is unfair!"

The fog was surging, responding to the old man's roar.

"I finally understood that what I want is eternal life!"

“Never age, never die!”

"The human body has its limits. It's better not to have that kind of inconvenience!"

"And now, I've succeeded."

When she was a child, Anle was puzzled by the plot of "the villain in the cartoon succeeded in his conspiracy, which showed how he achieved his evil purpose step by step and was finally killed by the protagonist Jedi", that is, the plot of "the villain died because of talking too much", and felt that neither the screenwriter nor the villain's mind was very easy to use.

But when he grew up, he could understand the villain's motivation for doing so.

The villain who buried all the conspiracies in his heart also has the desire to talk and express himself.

The longer you suppress it, the stronger the desire will be.

When the conspiracy is about to succeed, nothing can enjoy and enjoy it than to show the conspiracy to enemies who have always been in the way of them.

It can also destroy their will to resist.

Anle can also see that in fact, the old man is deliberately procrastinating.

The white mist turned from gas to liquid, quietly infecting the two people.

Guangtai's rationality has fallen by 60 marks!

Even before Anle's eyes, two or three prompts of [Defiled Reason 2!] emerged.

The old man wanted to fight without bloodshed, and alienated their spirits through the erosion of the fog, and then assimilated into part of the fog.

But, he wanted to delay time, so why isn’t peace?

【Shadow Control (6)!】

During this period when the old man was chattering, Anle used the church where time was relatively still, squandered the balance of more than 200 points, and improved his control over the shadows as much as possible.

——In fact, Anle does not like the way of adding points in the last minute. Not only does it take a certain amount of time to improve your abilities, digestion and adaptation also take time.

Three hours seem long, but in fact it is not enough.

But in the face of this situation, Anle was forced to give it a try.

The time in the church was almost used up, leaving only two or three minutes to respond. With the time of the old man talking, he finally basically adapted to the surging shadows in his body.

The shadow secret pattern not only appears on the upper body, but also spreads to the legs and abdomen, flashing obsidian-like glimmer.

The secret power flows in the lines, echoing the shadows of the outside world.

"Give up struggling!"

Countless identical, huge faces emerged in the fog, approaching Anle and Guangtai, further forcing them to move.

"Any means of attack from you will be invalid to me."

"You can't destroy all the fog, and you can't kill me!"

The light in Guangtai's hand suddenly burst out, bursting with dazzling light, shattering several faces.

However, it is like a stone hitting the water surface, even if it will ripple for a while, it will not cause harm to the water itself.

This little fog that was dispelled, even without it, generated much more in a second.

As the fog surged, countless faces were regenerated.

Each face was covered with a hideous, sarcastic, distorted smile, and harsh words were spoken.

"It's useless, useless, useless, useless!"

"Be his nourishment, this is your honor!"

Just when Guangta felt desperate.

A shadow deeper than the fog suddenly swept across, like sea water, covering his ankles and knees until he was flooded.

It penetrated out from every corner of the room and every gap.

No, not just in this small room, nor just on this sixth floor.

Under the night.
Chapter completed!