Naturally, 86 kept his mouth shut, knowing that the skull named Mott was driving himself crazy. Of course, they also came to the door of the circular room. It is a tall stone door that seems to be carved out of a single stone, and even if you stand in front of it, you need to raise your head to see the ornamentation on it.

The dark green stone surface is carved with symmetrical patterns that are intertwined to outline the so-called "door frame", but in the middle of the stone door, the stone pillar in the center of the room is vividly "painted", because the straight lines are like a fluorescent painting, emitting a flickering red light.

Mott walked in front of him, and a string of obscure incantations suddenly appeared from his mouth, and in contrast, Shimen seemed to understand what it meant, and the red light of the stone pillar was drawn and slowly faded, dyeing all the patterns into a floating red. Gradually, the solid stone door became transparent, and it was possible to see through it the blurred walkway and the walls that stretched out on either side.

Mott walked through with No. 86 unhindered, and the scene in front of him became clear, and the stone gate behind him regained its original form in a series of gurgling petrification sounds.

In front of No. 86 is a slightly oppressive corridor, not that its space is too small, on the contrary, the width and length of this corridor are unimaginably magnificent, but the indescribable momentum.

Everything here was still dark green, and the large, flat and smooth floor tiles were perfectly spliced together, stretching far away, and at the end of the line of sight, there seemed to be a faint black dot connected to it. The walls covered in narrative reliefs stand on either side, and at intervals, a pair of columns peek half of themselves from the wall and soar straight into the air. At the apex of the sharp line, statues of angels and demons alternate, and further up, the ends of the pillars were replaced by arches that resembled the backbone of a giant beast, supporting a ribbed vault that looked like the sky high up.

Dozens of huge chandeliers, chained from the roof, were filled with stout, pitch-black candles, and the bright green light of the fire danced on the candleheads, casting a dark shadow over the statues that stood tall. The wings behind the angel and the bone spurs on the demon's shoulder, the giant sword held high above his head, and the dry bones in his hand seemed to be given the power of life by the shadows, and they came to life in an instant.

As far as the eye can see, all the decorations are so sharp, or hideous—hideous.

Number 86 followed Mott closely, and even if he had more questions in his mind, he knew very well that now was definitely not a good time or a good place to ask questions. The Clearers who passed by from time to time didn't seem to stop, only Mott and the skull, which was also floating in the air, nodded to each other, as if they had said hello.

It wasn't long before 86 and Mott stopped at the end of the hallway. It turned out that the "black dot" was a black gate, and at this time, two figures also wrapped in hooded cloaks were standing on either side of the gate. Number 86's instincts told him that while they didn't look much different, the two weren't supposed to be Clearers, as there was a ring of fiery red runes flashing around the edge of their cloaks.

A cold gaze hits No. 86, startled, but the discomfort quickly fades. At the same time, two figures grabbed the handles on the door and pulled open the black door.

Just as 86 was trying to see the sobriety inside the door, Mott's voice rang in his head. "Don't ask questions, don't speak, follow me......," the two purple flames in its eyes jumped unnaturally, "Well, if you want to speak, just say it to me in your heart, the Cleaner and his assistant have a mental contract." ”

No. 86 was stunned, he didn't expect to be able to communicate with Mott like this. "Well......" he tried in his heart.

"Seriously, I'm kind of sorry to tell you......" Mott said as he flew forward, motioning for 86 to follow.

They were greeted by a more spacious rotunda, where many of the Clearers with their skull-aides gathered in the corners at the edges, as if exchanging something, and some figures in black cloaks coming and going through the black gates in different directions. Although this hub-like hall looked bustling, there was not a single sound to be heard, and the cold silence was eerie.

86 followed Mott through the empty center of the hall, and he could feel an unusually large totem carved into the stone floor, but because he was too small to estimate what was engraved. Above their heads, a bright green flame hung high in the middle of the hall's dome, providing a light source for the place.

But what really attracted 86 was their destination—in the hall, opposite the black door from the one they came, a high black platform stood quietly, behind it was a chair that seemed to be carved out of a monolith, and on either side of the crown chair against the wall was carved an angel with outstretched wings and a demon with dry bones. At this moment, a black figure was sitting on it, flipping through a large book placed on the countertop.

Even though he was ready, when No. 86 walked in front of the high platform, he still found helplessly that he could only look up at the edge of the platform, like a prisoner waiting for the judge to pronounce the sentence. Mott flew up and landed quietly beside the big book, the flame in his eyes extinguished, no different from an ordinary ornament.

The black figure put down the page in his finger again, and reached out a finger from the gray skeletal hand, tapping Mott's forehead lightly. The next moment, a wisp of dark green smoke floated out of Mott's empty eye sockets, as if attracted to the other's fingers.

The long wait was a bit boring for Number 86, he wasn't sure how long Mott had been on it, but just as he couldn't help but call out to the other in his heart, a very slow, long-tail voice came out of his head.

"Interesting......"

With this sound, the hall, which was already extremely quiet, fell directly into a dead silence where even the movements were dulled. All the "people" froze, and all the floating skulls and their owners shot their gaze at Number 86 together, and even the Clearers who were passing through the other gates froze and looked at them in shock.

He spoke! For the sake of a purifier, he spoke! When was the last time something like this happened?!All kinds of mood swings mixed together and flocked to Number 86, while the person involved in the whole thing still looked up blankly at the edge of the high platform, trying to find out the reason for the attention.

Mott's eyes lit up again with purple flames, and the flames danced happily as if singing of its exuberant mood. He was tempted to say a few words to Number 86 right now, but glancing at the black figure next to him, he quickly gave up the crazy idea.

"It's been an interesting experience...... the black figure said, leaning its body towards the edge of the platform. Finally, No. 86 saw a head wearing a hood, but the other party's face was hidden deep in the billowing black gas.

"Let me take a good look at ......," the black figure continued.

Almost instantly, Number 86 felt that his body was illuminated by several substantial gazes, as if everything about himself was seen through by the other party. Even more terrifying, the headache wrapped around his brain again, and countless blurry images intertwined, shattered, overlapped, shattered, overlapped, and almost made him scream at the fatal feeling of peeling.

Soon, though, all the pain vanished, and 86's vision came back to view, and the black figure slowly leaned back in his chair. "Let me find out, what kind of task should I give you......" He tapped his fingers on the countertop with a rhythmic sound, and the large metal-trimmed book was pulled by a magical force, and it flipped rapidly in front of him, and the sound of falling papers echoed throughout the hall.

Finally, the black figure's finger touched one of the pages. "That's it......" A bloodless fingertip scratched a line of dark gold text, and suddenly, the words moved, floating off the page and flying into the air, flying to the palm of the black figure's left hand.

They swirled and merged together in the palm of their hands, faster and faster, until finally a bright flame ignited. With a "bang", the bright spark exploded, and there was a dark golden card in the black figure's hand, and the surface of the card flowed with a dazzling luster, and even the stars were scattered with golden powder.

Mott, who had been quiet, finally waited for his chance to play, and he flew up from the side of the big book, trying to bite the dark gold card - this was the process all along, but what happened next surprised it.

The black figure slowly stood up from his seat, and a huge pressure swept around, and countless boiling black gases poured out from the cloak that wrapped around him, as if the green flames on the dome had instantly dimmed.

He climbed the edge of the platform with his right hand, leaned forward, and held the card with his left hand all the way to the top of 86's head. Number 86 looked up and reached out to take the card. But at this moment, the black figure's left hand suddenly flipped upward, and a badge ring on the pinky knuckle was revealed—a pair of wings on one side and a horned skull on the other.

"Now...... Tell me...... What can change a person's nature?!......" The black qi in the hood suddenly disappeared, and inside, there was a three-eyed skeleton engraved with black runes and burning with three red flames! )