I sat down next to the alley at the Resurrection Site for about two hours, and the rings were still lying on the ground in a casual position, showing no sign of waking up.

It's strange, I don't know if it's because this place is too remote, or because the players from Wanye Kingdom have all gone to other places, and I haven't seen anyone pass by since I've been resurrected here.

But this is not a matter of course.

I stood up and patted the dust, walked to the front of Xinghuan, and then gently kicked him with my feet.

No response.

It seems that he has completely fallen asleep.

So I squatted down, shook his body violently with both hands, and shouted.

"Uncle Master, stop sleeping! We are going to set off! Get up quickly!"

His body swayed like a ship in a storm.

But despite this shaking, his consciousness remained motionless, and there was no sign of waking up.

"Uncle Master!"

I put my mouth close to his ears and shouted with all my strength.

The situation did not change, just as if he was deaf.

"Damn." I stopped shaking at him.

You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, this is an eternal truth.

But now, I think this situation is probably more serious than pretending to be asleep.

"It seems... your companion is in trouble."

The voice of a familiar middle-aged man rang out from behind me.

I can't remember this sound very clearly.

It can be said that I remember it even turned into ashes.

"Mistleman!" I turned my head suddenly, glared at the Mistleman who was hanging on the entrance of the alley with one foot, and shouted, "What have you done to the Star Ring?!"

"Ah?" There was never any wonderful expression on the face of the mist believer, and now he waved his hand with a cold look on his face, "This is the spell of thousands of blue, and it has nothing to do with me."

"This is also a kind of charm." He quietly glanced at the star ring on the ground, "putting the target into an uneasy illusion, thus making his body unconscious in reality."

"Then." I looked at him with a little ease, "Do you know how to solve the curse?"

"Ask me?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me, "How could I know Wan Zi Qianlan's spell? And I am your enemy. Is it really good for you to ask questions so directly?"

"Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself." The mist believer pulled out the black dagger on his waist. "Just think about it with your brain, and you should know that my visitor is not good."

Indeed, his two sentences once again raised my spirit to a tight level.

As an existence that has killed me countless times, even if he has been washed away by his account, he is still an object that I cannot underestimate.

And now he looks much more steady than before, and the arrogance he used to kill me no longer exists.

Sure enough, through this number washing, did he get a new life?

"So, since I have answered your question, you must answer my questions accordingly." His eyes projected over like a sharp sword, "Equivalent exchange, isn't it a problem?"

I nodded silently, which was the default.

"Shadow Master and Wan Zi Qianlan, have you killed them?" The mist believer looked at me seriously, his tone calmly.

I shook my head, but didn't know how to explain.

However, this question also positively proves Xie Lan's view - the mist believer has nothing to do with that woman.

"So, since they are not dead, where have they been?" The mist believer obviously didn't believe me.

"This..." I was a little confused.

But after thinking about it for a while, I decided that I should tell him what happened just now.

"Listen." I cleared my throat, "While it may be hard to believe, everything I'm talking about next is true."

Then, I looked at him sincerely and explained everything that had just happened in a calm tone.

Including the rebellion of the thousands of blues and shadows.

However, I did not mention the question about the divine nature and origin of that woman.

The mist believer listened to my story in silence, and after I finished speaking, he still remained silent for a long time.

Just when I thought he was disconnected, he suddenly said something to me.

“It really makes it hard for me to believe.”

Then immediately afterwards, he changed his mind.

"But I don't think there is any falsehood in what you said."

"Because, you can't defeat Wan Zi Qianlan."

Listening to his simple and crude inference, I felt a little ashamed.

But even if I am ashamed, I can only admit that what he said makes sense.

After all, from his perspective, I don’t have the help of Elise, a female foreign aid.

Therefore, as a man, I cannot resist the charming offensive of Wan Zi Qianlan no matter what.

This can be seen from the fate of Star Rings.

Even this powerful swordsman cannot resist, let alone me?

"I will check the identity of this woman." He nodded silently, "The information you provide is valuable."

It feels like under his words, the relationship between us instantly changed from an opponent to a subtle cooperative relationship.

However, this cooperation is short-lived.

Because immediately afterwards, he personally broke this delicate relationship.

"Then, what I should do next is to help her make up for what Wan Zi Qianlan hasn't done." The mist believer put down the hanging leg and left her whole body against the wall.

He held the dagger in his hand and began to slowly walk towards me.

There is no sneak, no shadow step, nothing.

He walked towards me step by step, like a warrior, not an assassin.

What's going on?

Could he be in a fog of faith and wants to confront me head-on?

But he is not even at the same level as me, let alone other attributes.

What's more, assassin is not a profession that is good at being a positive one.

His ability to do such a move can only mean that...he has other plans.

Don't he want to fight me?

Layers of confusion emerged in my heart for a moment.

But if he really comes to fight me, I may not be the one who has a big advantage.

After all, Elise is sleeping now, so I am equivalent to missing an effective combat power.

Although Black Mist is still my considerable trump card, if I have not entered a critical moment, I will not use it easily.

Now it depends on what behavior the fog believer will do.

Looking straight into his bright eyes, my heart beats.

However, his speed was so slow.

Step by step, step by step, he seemed to be an old man taking a walk after dinner, using his sunset time to leisurely press the road.

The more obvious this leisure is, the more vigilant my heart will increase.
Chapter completed!