The gatekeeper knows boxing very well, and he has been boxing for almost his entire life. So, looking at the oncoming punch, he smiled.

I saw him turn his head and dodge, his fist grazing his ear with black energy. A thick black mist rubbed against his scalp, as if with a corrosive force, and a shallow scratch was made on his scalp.

With a punch in the air, Zhu Tian hurriedly retreated, and his body was once again hidden in the thick black mist. "What are you laughing at?" he asked, "you've already underestimated me once, and next time, you'll not be so lucky." Zhu Tian took advantage of the fact that the other party had not yet gotten up, flashed out of the black mist, and threw another punch!

This time, he was aiming at the other person's chest!

Zhu Tian was shocked, afraid that the other party would fight back, and then retreated and flashed into the black mist! "You are very strong," he finally admitted, "I can't beat you, but you will never have a chance to hit me again." "The figure in the black fog is getting farther and farther away, and it seems to be moving away.

"You can't leave. The gatekeeper said behind him. "I know, you want to go to the back garden to find Pastor Theon. ”

The black fog stalled there.

The gatekeeper continued: "The old priest knows everything. He smiled, and smiled meaningfully. "So, do you think the old priest will be prepared at all?"

"What do you mean?" asked Zhu Tian coldly.

"Look at your feet. The gatekeeper slowly stood up from the ground on one knee, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Old Reverend Theon knows everything, so he has painted inscriptions here before you came. ”

Zhu Tian couldn't help but look at the floor under his feet, only to see that the floor was carved with twisted lines one by one, like countless small tadpoles. "Is this against me?"

"Huh...... You think too highly of yourself. The gatekeeper sneered and shook his head, "These inscriptions are for you!"

"Protect me?" Zhu Tian in the black mist frowned, of course he knew that the power he was using came from evil, evil and light were eternal opposites, how could he talk about protection?" "Is there something wrong with your brain? If you don't say anything substantial, I'm leaving, wait until I go and arrest the old priest and throw it in front of you, see if you can laugh!"

"I'm telling the truth, these inscriptions are indeed meant to protect you. The gatekeeper sighed, "You've already made a successful sneak attack, can you fight me?" It's ridiculous, I want to kill you, it's only a matter of moments, even if you have ten times the power of the undead now? ”

In the past, Zhu Tian would definitely ridicule him, "Do you think you are a one-punch man?" But now, he obviously didn't have that mood, only to see him scold impatiently: "Fart! I admit that I use evil power, so will people who believe in light protect evil?"

"That's true, the old priest is afraid that your indiscretion will anger me," the gatekeeper began to slowly walk towards the black mist where Zhu Tian was. "When I'm truly angry, that's when you will be the god of light. Before I threw you out of church that day, the old pastor kept trying to persuade me not to kill you. So those punches just now were just a trick for me to tease the kids. As he spoke, he groaned for a while, and finally said in a deep voice: "Since you want to see my strength, then I'll let you have a good time!"

In fact, since the gatekeeper stood up from the ground, Zhu Tian had already tensed his body, ready to start at any time. As soon as the gatekeeper's words fell, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis! Secretly, his body was hidden in the black mist, and he quickly retreated! But it was too late!

I saw the gatekeeper suddenly throw a punch!

The power of this punch made Zhu Tian's scalp tingle!

At this time, he was three steps away, and he could clearly sense that unless he rushed over, this punch would not be able to catch up with his body hidden in the black mist. But that's it...... A feeling of terror suddenly hung over his head.

He was thinking that if this punch hit him, he would be enough to blow himself to smithereens!

His footsteps recoiled as quickly as he could, his eyes fixed on the trajectory of the fist.

It's late!

He thought to himself, and his eyes saw that the fist as big as the door did not chase after him, but smashed into the floor!

There were countless tadpole-like black inscriptions carved on the floor! At this moment, Zhu Tian's heart was filled with endless fear! He began to run away desperately!

But! It's still too late!

The fist landed on the ground, and in an instant, the floor cracked and gradually spread! Then, a powerful shockwave spread in all directions!

Countless black inscriptions like small tadpoles took off from the floor and swam towards the black mist in the pitch-black mid-air!

Compared to the undead power emanating from the black mist, these little tadpoles seem to be even more evil!

I saw them shuttling quickly in the black mist, all the little tadpoles seemed to have a big mouth, quickly dissolving and encroaching on the black mist, where they swam through, the black mist either collapsed instantly, or was directly devoured!

Zhu Tian ran out of the black mist and watched in a panic as a small black tadpole flew to his body. He wanted to slap him away, but found that these little tadpoles were all invisible powers, and his hands couldn't touch them at all!" "How could this get into my body?" Zhu Tian was horrified to find that these inscription powers flew directly into his body. "It's hot!"

He only felt a scorching force hit his whole body, slowly devouring his blood and internal organs......

"No!" he saw the black mist attached to his body melt and collapse like snow encountering flames, and the powerful power in his body was also sucked away!

His eyes widened in horror, and he finally collapsed limply.

The gatekeeper walked step by step, and every tile in the courtyard of this church was the same size, and every step he took was the same width. Then he picked up Zhu Tian from the ground, dragged his arm, and slowly glided on the ground.

The lattice-shaped flower bed crossed in front of Zhu Tian's eyes, his dark pupils became more and more dim, the light inside seemed to be dissipating, and his blue pupils regained a trace of clarity. I only heard him sigh. "No," this was Pique's voice, "Zhu Tian, it wasn't really you just now." ”

When they came to the bamboo building in the backyard of the church, the gatekeeper threw him there without saying a word. "If you want to survive, climb up on your own. The gatekeeper left such a sentence and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

"It's like this every time," he lay on the ground, his lips trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Zhu Tian, every time you hurt your body, and then let me bear everything." He looked at the faint candlelight emanating from the bamboo building and knew that the old priest should be waiting for him.

The old priest knew everything, he thought. Then he lifted up his weak hand and moved it to the ground.

"Peake, help me ask him," Zhu Tian said hoarsely, "help me ask him where Emma is?"

"When others don't compromise, you have to use violence, and when you lose your strength, you will come back to sobriety. Zhu Tian, it's time for you to wake up. Peake climbed the stairs of the bamboo building one by one, using his hands and feet together, dragging out a shallow trail of blood. "If the old priest knows about Emma, why didn't he tell you?"

"Pique, you don't understand. Zhu Tian retorted weakly. "You don't understand yet, it's a conspiracy...... My presence, my psychic power, the Tower of the Dead...... All these supernatural events are like a conspiracy, and the old priest in that room must be the mastermind behind the conspiracy! You have to think about it, why did he turn on your mental power for no reason, why did he spend his life to save the people in the peaceful town, Pique, don't you understand? He must have an intention against us, do you remember, he once vaguely said that the future asked us to do one thing in return, in return for saving Hasgar......

"That's enough!" he climbed up to the second floor, his face grief-stricken, "Zhu Tian, be sober, this kind of thing shouldn't come out of your mouth from time to time! And what you say is all speculation, malicious speculation about others!"

"You don't understand yet!" the voice grew quieter and quieter, until only an unconscious moan remained.

Peake came to the house again, the old priest's bedroom.

Peake remembers that when he first came, there was a parrot in the old priest's house. But when I came back a few times, I couldn't see the parrot anymore. It was like the eyes of an old priest who disappeared.

Peake silently crawled under the old pastor's bed, and he watched the old pastor sit there, and after he had groaned weakly, the old pastor put down the white paper in his hand.

How can he read a book without eyes? Peake thought to himself, the old priest had said that he had lost his mental power, and since he had no eyes and had lost his mental power, how could he read a book?

When the old priest reached over, Peake was stunned, and this scene seemed to be familiar. He raised his hand lightly and placed it on the old priest's hand.

"Kid, who are you?" he asked Peake.

"Who am I?", this scene also seems familiar. A picture appeared in his mind, in which he held the old priest's hand and replied sentence by sentence:

"I'm Pique. ”

"I'm a carpenter. ”

"I am my father's son......"

Finally, the old priest's voice interrupted his recollection, "Son, have you forgotten who you are?"

"I haven't forgotten," Pique replied with a wry smile, "I am who I am, I am not my name, my name is just a symbol, I am not a carpenter, carpenter is just my profession, I am not my father's son, my son is just an identity for me." So, I am who I am. ”

The old priest laughed, his eyes wrapped in white gauze, but Peake thought he could see himself through the gauze. "Little one, your answer is right. But I'm going to tell you now, you've lost yourself. Peake listened as he whispered in an old voice, "A person who knows himself will use psychic power, but you won't. ”

Won't I use my mental power? Peake wanted to say that my mental power was used up and dried up, like a runner who lost his physical strength, and I used up my physical strength.

"The spiritual power is endless" As if hearing Pique's heart, I only heard the old priest say with a smile, "The spiritual power is inexhaustible, it has always been there, but you don't see it." ”

"I didn't see it?" Peake repeated unconsciously. After being punched four times by the gatekeeper, he was already seriously injured and weak, and any word he said at this time could make him faint. "Where's the mental power?"

"Child, go feel it. The old priest said.

"What does it feel? I feel so much pain, my chest hurts, my arms hurt, my legs hurt, my head hurts. ”

"So, you're miserable, aren't you?" asked the old priest.

"Yes, I'm in a lot of pain, I feel like I'm going to die!" Peake now only wants the old priest to cast a spell to heal him...... Or let him go.

"But are you really dead?" the old priest continued.

"I ...... Of course I didn't die. "Peake thought to himself, if I'm really dead, then who's talking to you.

"If you are not really dead, then why do you feel like you are going to die? Don't you think that this feeling is wrong, useless, and energy-consuming? Son, do you say your arm hurts?" the old priest's old hand climbed up Pique's arm, and he felt a bleeding wound. "Here?"

"No! it hurts!" Peake cried out in pain as he felt the old priest's finger tear his arm.

The old priest smiled, the old wrinkles huddled together. "Look at the child, why are you calling out?"

"Because I hurt. ”

"You hurt?"

"Yes, I'm in pain, my body hurts, you just tore the wound on my arm, and now I feel like my arm hurts to death. ”

"Well, you just said that your body hurts, so it's not really you who are in pain!"

"The real me?"

"Yes, the real you!"

"Isn't my body aching because I'm aching...... No......" Suddenly, Peake felt his head buzz, as if something had turned on in his head. His eyes widened and he began to mumble and repeat, "My body...... My body ...... My body is not the real me! It's like a name, a job, an identity, these are all layers of cloak around me, and my body is also a layer of cloak! This is not the real me!" He looked at the old priest, only to feel that all the pain in his body disappeared at this moment! He said word by word: "I am me!"

The old priest had been smiling kindly all the time, and this time, he laughed softly.

At this time, Pique didn't realize that a spiritual tentacle had flown out of his body......