Xie Lun stood in this darkness where he couldn't see his fingers. Only within one meter of him was a faint white light. Snowflakes the size of fingernails fell one after another, landing on the body, hands, face, and neck. When he reached out and twisted his hand, he discovered that the snowflakes were not white, but gray.
For a moment, Xie Lun couldn't tell whether it was snow or gray falling from the sky...
Xie Lun knew very well that he was in an illusion, but what confused him was that he was unable to break the illusion and get out of here.
There was darkness all around, and without knowing the direction, Xie Lun did not dare to act rashly. Who knows what is hidden in the darkness. If you lose your way, it may be more difficult to escape.
He could only stand there, using the ability of the "Shroud" to sense the surroundings to see if he could find a way out.
Black linen strips protruded from Xie Lun's body, swaying in the air like a poisonous snake's snake letter. Suddenly, as if sensing something, the strip of cloth suddenly shot out in one direction. After a moment, it suddenly straightened and stayed in mid-air.
Xie Lun frowned and followed the strip of cloth forward.
The wind seems to be getting stronger gradually.
Gray snowflakes followed the wind and hit Xie Lun all over his body, making him even more confused about his direction. In desperation, he could only hold on to the linen strip suspended in mid-air with one hand, and with the other hand in front of his eyes, he struggled to move forward.
I don’t know how long I walked like this, let alone how far I walked. Anyway, Xie Lun’s whole body was covered with gray snowflakes. From a distance, he looked like a snowman. Only then did Xie Lun see a small white dot finally appear in the darkness ahead.
Xie Lun regained his energy and walked forward quickly. The white dot gradually became clear. It was a round disc. After getting closer, Xie Lun saw a tall Caucasian man standing in front of the white disc.
He had long curly blond hair shawl, a full face of blond beard, a pair of dark eyes, wore a linen robe, and stood with bare feet in the snow.
And the white disc was suspended behind the man's head.
Looking at Xie Lun who walked in like a snowman, the other party smiled, let go of the hand holding the linen strip, and a soft male voice said: "Sorry, kid, I can't move, so I can only trouble you to come over by yourself. .”
"child?"
Xie Lun shook off the gray snow on his body and looked at the man who was three heads taller than himself. Although most of his face was covered by a beard, he could still tell that the other person was not particularly old.
"Who is your Excellency? Why are you in my spiritual world?"
The other party spread his hands: "Look at my appearance, can't you see it?"
"Uh..." Xie Lun blinked, "Chris Evans? (Note, this is complaining about Chris's liking for a beard off-screen)"
"Okay, considering that you are not a believer of mine, it is normal for you not to recognize me. But you should be familiar with my form, right?"
The man stretched out his arms, and the white disc suspended on the back of his head suddenly turned scarlet. A huge cross appeared out of thin air behind the man, and then the man's overall aura changed.
It went from warm and upward to dark and terrifying.
Xie Lun looked at the man covered in blood, but the expression on his face did not change. He just suddenly realized: "Holy Son?"
"To be precise, it's just a small afterimage of the Holy Son."
The other party still looked like he was nailed to the cross, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but his voice Chapter 511
Still soft and sweet.
Xie Lun frowned and said hesitantly: "Shroud?"
"Strictly speaking, that drop of holy blood is more important." The afterimage of the Holy Son said calmly, "Of course, this is still not enough to wake me up. I only woke up after being impacted by the massive dark power. I didn't expect that I In the body of an unbeliever.”
Xie Lun shrugged: "There is no way. People who do not pray to God or worship Buddha these days are often much more powerful than believers. What's more, those who believe in you probably don't want you to appear."
The Holy Son nodded: "That's right."
Xie Lun frowned and said: "But Your Highness the Holy Son, can you change your posture? With you hanging on the cross like this, I always have the illusion that I am praying."
The Holy Son didn't have any objections, and soon transformed into the peaceful form he had when we first met. He smiled and said, "Xie Lun, although you are not my believer, both the Shroud and the Holy Blood have chosen you. It means that you must have advantages that I cannot see. Then while I am still conscious, you can make a wish and I will try my best to satisfy you."
"Get me out of here."
Sherron said without hesitation.
The Holy Son smiled and said: "Are you sure this is such a simple wish? Since ancient times, countless mortals have prayed to gods, but most of them are for money, beauty, immortality, rights and power, and you just want to leave here?"
Xie Lun nodded: "I am very realistic, Your Highness the Holy Son. Money, although I am neither more nor less. Beauty? Haha, not to mention. Immortality? I always believe that there is no perfect immortality in this world, otherwise Where have all the gods gone?”
"As for power? Your Royal Highness, you should be able to see that I am already much stronger than most of my peers. So I have no extravagant wishes but to leave this unfortunate place so that I can continue to live a life of debauchery and beauties. .”
The Holy Son looked at Xie Lun quietly, and Xie Lun's eyes stared at him without any movement. After a while, the Holy Son smiled and said: "Very good, you didn't lie. But what if now?"
Suddenly, in the darkness around me, a familiar call came: "Dad, Mom, where are you? Brother, where are you..."
Xie Lun's body froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound: "Sherelle?"
Shengzi smiled and said: "I can feel that this girl's weight in your heart will eventually exceed that of your aunt and uncle. So this girl is also trapped in the darkness now, how should you choose?"
Xie Lun's face became unkind and he said coldly: "Suzi, I see that you are old, so I will give you some face and call you the Holy Son. Don't get in trouble and try to cause trouble for me. Don't Forgot, this is my spiritual world, even if I fight to the death, I can die with you."
The Holy Son still had a peaceful smile on his face: "It doesn't matter, it's just an afterimage anyway. It will dissipate sooner or later. Being able to wake up now is already an accident."
Xie Lun suddenly raised his hand, and countless straw tentacles suddenly shot out from his body, but the Holy Son seemed to be transparent, and the tentacles passed through his body without causing any impact at all.
"Confused, Sherron, this is the spiritual world, and I am an illusion. What's the use of attacking me?"
The Holy Son smiled and said: "You have this time, why not think carefully about your next choice. Because that little girl's time is probably running out."
In the darkness, Sherrel's cries for help became more and more urgent, and she must have started running. And all around, there was a faint roar of some kind, as if some terrifying monster was tracking her.
Xie Lun suddenly sneered: "As you said, this is just an illusion, what do I have to worry about?"
The Holy Son smiled: "Are you sure?"
Xie Lun was silent, his eyes fixed on the smiling Holy Son, and his teeth chattered. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "Thief Sun, do you think I really can't deal with you?"