Landingale stumbled into an alley.

The rain is still falling, it is impossible to rest for a while, the open ditch on both sides of the alley is blocked by debris, and the rain cannot flow, at least in a short period of time, there is no way to flow into the sewer, so the sewage in the alley flows sideways, and not far away, the corpses of small animals are floating.

If the weather is sunny and there is some water, it will stink, if there is no special sanitation worker to clean it.

In the alley, there are one or two lampposts, and the magic stone lamp is shrouded in a lampshade, and is not affected by the rain in this full sky, and the light floats into the rain curtain, floating with the rain line, which is very blurry.

If it weren't for this rain, there would have been a few street girls like Landingale standing there under this lamppost, and there would have been drunken pleasure seekers stumbling in from the alleyway, and these rude sailors or widows would not have looked for a hotel or anything after making a deal with the street girl, but would have hugged each other into the depths of the alley, into the darkness, and completed the deal.

Last night, there was a homicide here.

There was a woman standing on the street who was killed, and her death was extremely strange.

Strangely, there were several street girls who were picking up customers under the lampposts, and they didn't know anything about the murder that was going on, and they didn't even hear a sound, until one of them made a deal with the guest, and the two hugged each other into the depths of the alley.

With that, they took a few more steps into the alley.

After walking a few steps, the two suddenly felt palpitations and vomited uncontrollably.

The guest, an ocean-going sailor with a match with him, struggled out of the alley with the street girl, and when he was out of a certain area, he returned to normal, so he lit the match and lit the torch he had with him.

In this way, the murder case was reported.

If, if it weren't for the fact that once a person was within ten meters of the corpse, he would vomit uncontrollably, extremely uncomfortable, and extremely painful, and this matter would not have been stabbed above, and the death of a woman standing on the street would naturally be dealt with by the bad group where the pimp was located, and they would have used some of those black police, but they would not mobilize too many resources to track down the murderer.

The devil sent the gods to the ground, and it was this alley that Landingale entered.

There is still a cordon pulled by the police at the mouth of the alley, but because of the storm, this cordon has fallen to the ground, like a dead snake, and as for the murder scene that should be protected, it is now a mess.

Today, it is Landingale himself who controls the body.

However, Ryan didn't leave.

He was still connected to Landingale, and did not cut the causal thread between them, so that the golden book that engulfed his own soul was still in Landingale's sea of knowledge, but he was just quietly waiting, observing......

At this time, he couldn't let go yet.

Merging the flower with infinite pain and immense power with Landingale's soul is not the end of everything, but the beginning.

If Ryan is not on his side, without the power of the Golden Book, this kind of fusion that is too domineering will basically have no chance of success, no matter how tenacious Landinger's own soul is, it will not succeed.

However, he can't just get involved.

This process also had to be endured by Landingale himself.

Both are indispensable.

Burn!

The black flame is burning!

This was what Landingale's soul felt, the black flames scorched her soul, and the pain filled her like a sea of fire that drowned her, devoured her, and sharpened endlessly, as if there were a thousand millstones crushing the soul.

"Ahh

In reality, she sat in a puddle with her back against the dirty, wet wall, looking up at the sky, facing the rain, her mouth wide open, her whole face already twisted and deformed, roaring......

However, there was no sound.

It's just a silent roar!

At this moment, Landinger's body was not under her control, her soul was already in a state of confusion in pain, and her self-will was slowly dissipating, which was the instinct of human beings, in the face of unbearable pain.

It's like a hurdle.

If you can't pass it, it will collapse, and if you can't pass it, it will open the sky.

Time means nothing to her.

It can be a second, it can be tens of thousands of years!

The golden book shimmered with golden light in Landingale's sea of knowledge, it was a gentle golden light, like a rippling golden ocean, the golden light shone on Landingale's spiritual sea, shining on the black petals floating on the sea.

That's why Landingale was able to persevere.

Although this flower is an ownerless thing, although the connection with the original owner has been severed, and part of the core has been converted by the Golden Book, however, the level of this thing is much higher than her after all, even if she is a gifted person, and suddenly fused with this thing, she is naturally on the weak side, and can only be crushed by that thing, if nothing else, she will lose her self-will and be devoured by it.

Just like Sean, who is already dead.

It's just that one of these two people is volunteering, and the other is passive.

Of course, there are other differences between the two.

That is, Sean has always been a marionette, and he would rather give up himself in the face of pain, because he can dissolve in pain by giving up himself, but he will not be uncomfortable because of pain, but it is a kind of happiness.

Landingale has been fighting all the time, and in this way, it is even more painful.

The more she suffered, the stronger the power she drew from the flowers, and because the Golden Book changed the nature of the flowers, she was not afraid of being looked at from the Endless Void by the Lord of Pain.

Even Ryan couldn't stand the guy's gaze, and she couldn't possibly be.

When she was about to collapse, she would feel a warmth, which made her gradually collapsed self-will become solidified again, and she faced pain again, and so on, endlessly, and so on.

In this way, you will get used to it!

In the end, the pain remains, eternally!

However, her self-will is as strong as a rock, unshaken, and unbroken.

At least, that's for now!

The boundless spiritual sea turned into a huge black petal, blooming in the sea of knowledge, and Landinger's divine soul was the stamen, rising and falling in boundless pain, but it was never swallowed up, melted......

In the lobby of the hotel, Siakam closed his eyes.

The strange big eyeballs floated in front of him, rolling in a golden light.

In the sea of knowledge, a bright moon shines.

Landingale's face appeared in the bright moon, and like Siakam, her eyes closed.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

As a result, the bright moon shattered.

"Found it!"

Siakam snapped his eyes open.