The figure of the black-robed man was slowly disappearing, while Li Mo did not make any movement, still sitting on his chair, looking at the figure of the black-robed man.

"By the way, Mr. John, thank you for teaching me this lesson. Or, if I have the chance, I'll go and say thank you for it. “

The black-robed man smiled at Li Mo and said so.

"The stronghold, the contents of it, will be given to Mr. John. “

When the incarnation of the shadow finished saying this, it disappeared in front of Li Mo's eyes.

At this time, Li Mo put down the coffee cup in his hand and sighed.

It's not that Li Mo doesn't want to leave this black-robed man behind, but here, Li Mo can't do it.

Although there is only a small wooden house here, Li Mo is sure that in the house, there must be a statue belonging to the shadow, and there are also clergy who have dedicated their faith to the shadow.

This is the place where the shadows are sheltered, even if it is only a small area, it is also the territory of the shadows' power.

Here, Li Mo's power was suppressed by him.

If the black-robed man didn't want to attack Li Mo, but made up his mind to leave, he really didn't have any way.

The throne under him disintegrated into ordinary elements and dissipated between heaven and earth again, Li Mo raised his feet and slowly walked towards the hut.

Now, this room must be empty.

Just as the black-robed man disappeared, the black aura that permeated the wooden house had also disappeared. The shadow, when he left, also took away all his followers.

Before coming to the wooden house, the door of the house had already been opened, and it seemed that it was specially prepared for Li Mo to welcome his arrival.

Stepping into the house, Li Mo looked around.

This is a very simple room, just like the one you see outside, the space in the room is not large, and the furnishings are also very simple.

When I saw this temple, I remembered the temple that Cruy had built for himself in the Chilu tribe. Li Mo couldn't help but smile slightly, it seems that the values of himself and the shadow are really similar.

Everything is based on practicality, and there is no need to be too extravagant and wasteful.

However, what made Li Mo dissatisfied was that although they were all such a small temple, the statues placed in the temple with shadows were much larger than his own.

The statue of Li Mo's priest placed in the temple was about the size of a chopstick.

At this time, the statue that appeared in front of Li Mo was half a person tall.

This statue is, of course, the idol of the shadow that is enshrined.

Seeing the statue, Li Mo suddenly became curious, he had never seen before, what the true face of the shadow looked like.

The statue carved by the blood clan for Li Mo is in a standing posture, looking ahead, with a sad smile on his face, which seems to contain all things.

This is a common idol-making pose, but the shadow idol that appeared in front of Li Mo at this time was very different.

The idol is an image dressed in a mage's robe, but instead of being enshrined, the idol is like a prisoner.

His hands were raised and he was tied to a crossbar above his head by a rope.

His head was lowered, his legs were half-bent, and his robes were torn one by one.

If the statue had not appeared on the altar of the shadow worshippers, then whoever it was would have thought it was an image of a tortured prisoner.

Is this the true face of the shadow? Is he being tortured all the time?

Li Mo looked at the idol in front of him, but he always couldn't believe it, whose believers would make their gods into such an image?

Suddenly, Li Mo faintly felt that the robe on this statue was a little familiar, and when he lowered his head, Li Mo looked at the robe on his body, this seems, is it the same one?

Thinking of this, Li Mo took a step forward, lowered his body slightly, and glanced at the face of the portrait.

This statue is only half a person tall, but because it is placed on the offering table, the height is higher than that of Li Molai.

Therefore, Li Mo only took a slight step forward, lowered his body, and saw the face of this idol.

At this glance, Li Mo immediately felt a wave of anger welling up in his heart.

Although the statue is carved out of stone, there are some differences from the original image, but you can still clearly see what he looks like.

This is Li Mo.

This bound, prisoner-like idol is not a shadow, but Li Mo.

This is a statue of Li Mo who is being tortured.

Your uncle!

In anger, Li Mo could only think of this word in his heart.

Even if you do against me everywhere, even if you build a god statue now, you will use my image.

This is a bit deceitful.

However, the final anger, just as quickly as it came, quickly subsided in Li Mo's heart.

At this time, a question appeared in Li Mo's heart.

Statues are used to worship the gods, and they are used by believers to connect themselves with the gods. If the image of the deity is carved incorrectly, then the believer cannot use it to communicate with his deity.

In that case, can the shadow set up a statue of a god in such a shape here, and it can play the role of a bridge of communication?

Li Mo touched the folds of the statue's robe with his hand, and then looked at his own hand.

Although this statue is often cleaned by believers, there are still some dust accumulated in some dead corners.

In this case, then this statue has always been placed here, not because of Li Mo's arrival, it was deliberately placed here to provoke him.

In this way, this statue can be a bridge for them to communicate. This shows that the real shadow is such an image?

Slowly, in Li Mo's mind, a chain began to slowly become clear.

"Huh. Li Mo smiled, he shook his head, and looked at the statue in the shape of his own prisoner on the statue with contempt: "Shadow, I think, you are very sad. “

"As a person who has the opportunity to compete for power in the world, you don't even have an image of yourself?"

Li Mo looked at the idol in front of him, this idol, motionless, carved in stone, naturally couldn't make any reaction.

However, Li Mo knew that his words would definitely be heard by the shadows.

For this is the power of God. Li Mo will, and so will Shadow.

"You can only depend on me to exist, and without me, you wouldn't even be able to generate your own consciousness. You will never have anything of your own, and your greatest possibility is to try to replace me. “

Li Mo turned around: "Perhaps, just like those poor false gods, you are all a bunch of guys with no ego. “

After saying this, Li Mo turned around and left here, this temple has been abandoned by the shadows, and naturally, there is nothing of value left.

Just after Li Mo walked out of this temple, the statue that had been silent suddenly shed a line of red blood, and then exploded.