Hearing that Zhang Luo had taken the job of solving the "Lord of Paradise", the nameless mist attached to Lao Dao's body also changed his hostile state just now, and he hurriedly asked, "What conditions?" ”

"First, unleash all the ghosts and humans in this city." Zhang Luo glanced back at the low stone house phalanx below the main hall: "I still have a lot of friends living here, I don't want to see them being deceived into this ghost place after death." ”

"Yes." Nameless Mist quickly agreed to the request: "The reason I'm weak is precisely because that damned 'Lord of Paradise' keeps absorbing my power, and as long as I get rid of him, I don't have to absorb the fear of humanity." ”

Zhang Luo narrowed his eyes and stared at the outer god who was attached to the old man, and made a second request: "Secondly, come out of that old man, don't lie to him again." ”

Hearing this request, Nameless Mist hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "He is my believer......"

He doesn't believe in you, but in the "Word" that you pretend to be, and if you still have some glory as God, shouldn't you look for true believers? Zhang Luo frowned slightly.

"That's right, I also think it's bad behavior for you to deceive believers." Nialatotip, who was next to him, spoke.

Hearing this, Nameless Mist turned his head and glanced at the super popular "Naiyako" next to him, and sighed: "If I had such popularity as you, I wouldn't do it......"

After thinking for a moment, Nameless Mist still agreed to the second condition proposed by Zhang Luo and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

"And one last one." Zhang Luo said.

"What?"

"Get out of front of me, I don't want to see you again."

“……”

Five minutes later, the "nameless fog" that shrouded the back of the main hall finally dissipated completely.

The temple, which was originally obscured by shadows, returned to its original state, possessed by the nameless mist, and the old man who appeared "proliferated" all over his body finally changed back to his human form, and fell to the ground weakly and fainted.

"I'm leaving."

The distorted human form floating in front of Zhang Luo and Frankenstein continued to emit a very energetic girlish voice: "You'd better get rid of the Lord of Paradise as soon as possible, this is also the meaning of the above, it's really annoying to call me all the time these days......"

"Upper? Do you mean Azathoth? Zhang Luo smiled.

- Nyaratotip, Azathoth's messenger and spokesman on Earth, is not surprising that she will come to convey Azathoth's will.

"Yes, I don't know exactly what the 'Lord of Paradise' is, but the above are very concerned about it, and if we let it continue to expand, we might be killed by it." Nyarrathotep's figure began to blur: "I will give you my contact information, as long as you press the call button of this phone, you can contact me at any time and place......"

While the other party was speaking, Zhang Luo's right hand suddenly sank, and an old-fashioned flip phone with a pink shell was suddenly stuffed into his hand.

Looking at the old-fashioned mobile phone that had been eliminated, Zhang Luo sighed: "The evil god would actually use this way to communicate? ”

"I prefer the human way." With one last word, Nyaratotip's dark figure twisted into a miniature vortex and disappeared into the cold air.

With the disappearance of the two evil gods, this gloomy hall located underground has completely regained its calm.

There was a dull sound of a body falling to the ground not far behind him, Zhang Luo looked back, and saw that the black-robed people who were still standing on both sides of the hall just now had all fallen to the ground, looking at the motionless and lifeless appearance, it was obvious that they were dead.

After the "Nameless Mist" who controlled them left, these guys who were used as puppets finally lost their vital signs completely. Zhang Luo knew that for these walking corpses who had long lost their self-awareness, death could be said to be a relief.

While all the guards died, the underground city below the main hall also underwent strange changes.

"Ahhh

Countless wails and screams instantly filled the entire underground space, causing Zhang Luo to have a brief tinnitus for a while, and countless vague ghosts floated out of the gray stone house and floated towards the top of the underground cave, splicing together a pale giant "column".

The ghosts who had been trapped here and tortured, providing "fear" for the Nameless Mist, finally gained their long-lost freedom and left this stone underground prison after losing their restraints.

Seeing those resentful spirits penetrate the stone wall and disappear above the cave, Zhang Luo had just turned around when he heard Frankenstein beside him say coldly: "He's awake." ”

Zhang Luo looked down at Zhou Xuan who was lying on the ground, and saw that the Taoist robe on the old man's body had changed back to the previous purple, although he looked motionless on his back to the sky, it looked like he was dead, but his eyes were constantly blinking, but it showed the fact that he was still alive.

"I ......"

The old man spoke slowly, letting out a trembling syllable, he was originally very energetic, but at this time he had completely lost his original vitality, and even his vitality seemed to have disappeared with the nameless mist.

"He can't do it." Frankenstein said calmly.

"Hmm." Zhang Luo nodded.

An old man who had lived for one hundred and fifty years in search of the "Dao", at this moment when his spiritual pillar had completely collapsed, it was already beyond Zhang Luo's expectation that he could still live.

Staring at Zhou Xuan, who was dying, as if he was about to die at any moment, Zhang Luo stepped forward, bent down beside the old man's thin body, looked at the other party's face, and asked, "Do you want to continue to live?" ”

"No......" The old Taoist priest, who couldn't stand up, shook his head with all his might: "I'm already very tired......

"I knew you would say that."

Zhang Luo stretched out his right hand and pressed the other party's skinny shoulder as he spoke, his usual playful expression was gone, replaced by a serious aura:

"Close your eyes, I promise, you will see the true 'Tao'."

"Hmmm......"

The old Taoist priest who had devoted his life to the pursuit of the true "Tao", but had mistakenly believed in the evil gods, slowly closed his eyes, his wrinkled face twitched slightly, and he looked very painful.

Then, Zhang Luo activated a certain skill that he had obtained from Oneiroi a few months ago:

Dream Control (Level 10):

The ability to control your own and other people's dreams at will, and now that you've reached the limits of being human, you can do anything in your dreams.

- With his own spiritual power, he easily destroyed the dream full of gloom and remorse in the consciousness of the unconscious old man, and then created a warm and brilliant white light in the consciousness of the other party.

As if feeling the light in front of him, the old Taoist's expression finally soothed, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said the last sentence he left in the world:

"I see, that's ......"

Then, even though he was old, the man who was still trying to save the people with the right result of cultivation finally stopped breathing with satisfaction.

"Yes, exactly."

Zhang Luo stood up as he spoke, and glanced at the girl in blue who had been standing behind and watching coldly: "Let's go?" ”

"You're a good guy." Frankenstein looked up into Zhang Luo's eyes.

"Don't ......send me a good person card," Zhang Luo shook his head helplessly, and then yawned:

"Let's go, it's time to go back to sleep." (To be continued.) )