The gatekeeper knows boxing very well, he has been boxing almost all his life. So, looking at the oncoming punch, he smiled.

He turned his head and hid, and the fist exuding black mist rubbed his ear. The thick black mist rubbed against his scalp, as if it had a corrosive power, rubbing out on his scalp.

There was a shallow scratch.

With one punch empty, Zhu Tian hurriedly retreated, his body once again hidden in the thick black mist. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, "You have underestimated me once. Next time, you will not be so lucky."

Zhu Tian took advantage of the opponent not getting up, flashed out of the black mist, and punched again!

This time, he aimed at the opponent's chest!

However, the attack missed again! Zhu Tian was shocked, fearing that the opponent would suddenly counterattack, and then retreated into the black mist! "You are very strong," he finally admitted, "I can't beat you, but you can't anymore

The opportunity hit me." The figure in the black mist became more and more distant, and seemed to be disappearing.

"You can't leave." The gatekeeper said behind him. "I know you want to go to the back garden to find Pastor Theon."

The black mist stagnated there.

The gatekeeper continued: "The old priest knows everything." He smiled, and his smile was meaningful. "So, do you think the old priest will not be prepared at all?"

"What do you mean?" Zhu Tian asked coldly.

"Look at your feet." The gatekeeper stood on one knee, slowly stood up from the ground, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Old Pastor Xion knows everything, so he already knew everything before you came.

It’s filled with inscriptions and marks.”

Zhu Tian couldn't help but look at the floor under his feet. He saw twisted lines carved on the floor, like countless tadpoles. "Is this to deal with me?"

"Haha... you think too highly of yourself." The gatekeeper sneered and shook his head, "These inscriptions are to protect you!"

"Protect me?" Zhu Tian frowned in the black mist. Of course he knew that the power he was using came from evil. Evil and light are eternal opposites, so how to talk about protection? "Is there something wrong with your brain?

?If you don’t say something substantive, I’m going to leave. I’ll catch the old pastor and throw him in front of you to see if you can still laugh!”

"I'm telling the truth. These inscriptions are indeed to protect you." The gatekeeper sighed, "You have successfully attacked me once, can you fight me? It's so ridiculous. I want to kill you, but I can't.

It's just a matter of an instant, so what if you have ten times the power of the undead now? You still can't withstand my punch."

In the past, Zhu Tian would have ridiculed him, "Do you think you are one-punch man?" But now, he was obviously not in that mood. He cursed impatiently: "Fart! I admit that I used...

The power of evil, so people who believe in light will protect evil?"

"That's true. The old priest is afraid that you will offend me by overestimating your capabilities." The gatekeeper began to slowly walk towards the black mist where Zhu Tian was. "When I am really angry, it will be you who will destroy the God of Light."

moment. Before I threw you out of the church that day, the old pastor had been persuading me not to kill you. So those few punches just now were just a trick I played to tease the children." As he spoke, he pondered for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice:

"Since you want to see my power, then I'll let you see it to your heart's content!"

In fact, when the gatekeeper stood up from the ground, Zhu Tian had already tensed up his body, ready to start at any time. As soon as the gatekeeper finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis! Secretly, his

His body was hidden in the black mist and he quickly retreated! But it was already too late!

The gatekeeper suddenly punched out!

The power of this punch made Zhu Tian's scalp numb!

At this time, he was three steps away, and he could clearly feel that unless he rushed over, the punch would not be able to catch up with his body hidden in the black mist. But just... there was a feeling of terror that suddenly enveloped him.

on the top of his head.

He was thinking that if this punch hit him, it would be enough to blow him into pieces! He didn't know why, but he just felt like this!

He stepped back quickly, staring at the trajectory of the fist with his eyes.

It's too late!

He thought this in his mind, and saw with his eyes that the fist as big as his face did not chase him, but hit the floor!

There were countless tadpole-like black inscription carvings on the floor! At this moment, Zhu Tian felt endless emotions in his heart.

Fear! He began to run away desperately!

But! It’s still too late!

The fist fell on the ground, and in an instant, the floor cracked with a crack about ten feet wide and gradually spread! Then, a powerful shock wave spread out in all directions!

The rubble collapsed and flew up together with the countless inscriptions on the floor! Countless black inscriptions like tadpoles took off from the floor and swam towards the black mist in the dark mid-air!

Compared to the undead power emanating from the black mist, these tadpoles seem to be more evil!

I saw them flying through the black mist. All the tadpoles seemed to have a big mouth, quickly dissolving and swallowing the black mist. Wherever they swam, the black mist either collapsed instantly or was swallowed directly!

Zhu Tian ran out of the black fog and watched in panic as a small black tadpole flew onto his body. He wanted to swat him away, but found that these tadpoles were invisible forces and could not be touched by his hands at all! "

How could this get into my body?" Zhu Tian was horrified to find that the power of these inscriptions flew directly into his body. "It's so hot!"

He only felt a scorching power attacking his whole body, slowly devouring his blood and internal organs...

"No!" He saw the black mist attached to his body melting and dispersing like snow meeting flames, and the powerful power in his body was also drained away!

His eyes widened in horror, and he finally fell there helplessly.

The gatekeeper came step by step. Every floor tile in the church yard was the same size, and every step he took was the same width. Then he picked up Zhu Tian from the ground and dragged his arm.

, sliding slowly on the ground.

The grid-shaped flower bed passed in front of Zhu Tian's eyes. His dark eyes became darker and darker, and the light inside seemed to be dissipating, while his blue pupils regained a trace of clarity. He just heard him sigh. "No.

," this was Pique's voice, "Zhu Tian, ​​that was not the real you just now."

When they came to the bamboo building in the backyard of the church, the gatekeeper left him there without saying a word. "If you want to live, climb up yourself." The gatekeeper left these words without looking back.

The ground disappeared into darkness.

"It's like this every time," he lay on the ground, his lips trembled slightly, and whispered: "Zhu Tian, ​​every time you hurt your body, and then let me bear everything." He looked at it.

From the faint candlelight emanating from the bamboo building, he knew that the old priest should be waiting for him.

The old pastor knew everything, he thought. He raised his weak hand and moved on the ground.

"Pique, help me ask him," Zhu Tian said hoarsely, "help me ask him where Emma is?"

"When others won't compromise, you have to use violence. Only when you lose your strength will you return to consciousness. Zhu Tian, ​​it's time for you to wake up." Pique climbed up the stairs of the bamboo building step by step.

He used his hands and feet to drag out a shallow trail of blood. "If the old priest knew about Emma, ​​why didn't he tell you?"

"Pique, you don't understand." Zhu Tian retorted weakly. "You still don't understand. This is a conspiracy... My existence, spiritual power, the Tower of the Dead... all these supernatural events are like

A conspiracy, and the old priest in that room must be the manipulator behind the conspiracy! You have to think about why he turned on your spiritual power for no reason, and why he spent his life trying to save the people in the peaceful town.

Man, Pique, don’t you understand? He must have an intention for us. Do you still remember that he once vaguely said that he would ask us to do something in the future in return for saving Heskar...

…”

"That's enough!" He climbed up to the second floor, with a look of sorrow on his face, "Zhu Tian, ​​please wake up, this kind of words shouldn't come out of your mouth at all times! Pastor Sheen saved us, this is a fact. And you

What I said are all speculations, malicious speculations about others!"

"You still don't understand!" The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was just an unconscious moan.

Peake came to this house again, the old priest's bedroom.

Peake remembered that when he first came here, there was clearly a parrot in the old pastor's house. But when he came back several times, the parrot could no longer be seen. It was like the old pastor's eyes.

Peake silently crawled under the old pastor's bed. He looked at the old pastor lying there. After he groaned weakly, the old pastor also put down the white paper in his hand.

How can one read without eyes? Pique thought to himself that the old priest said that he had lost his mental power.

He has eyes but lost his mental power, how can he read?

When the old priest stretched out his hand, Pique was stunned. This scene seemed familiar. He gently raised his hand and put it on the old priest's hand.

"Child, who are you?" he asked Pique.

"Who am I?" This scene also seemed familiar. A picture appeared in his mind. In the picture, he held the old pastor's hand and answered sentence by sentence:

"I'm Pique."

"I'm a carpenter."

"I am my father's son..."

Finally, the old priest's aged voice interrupted his memories, "Child, have you forgotten who you are?"

"I have not forgotten," Pique replied with a wry smile, "I am who I am, I am not my name, my name is just a symbol, I am not a carpenter, carpenter is just my profession, I am not my father's son, my son is just mine

An identity. So, I am who I am.”

The old priest laughed. His eyes were wrapped with white gauze, but Pique felt that he could see himself through the gauze. "Little guy, your answer is right. But, I want to tell you now, you have lost yourself.

Now." Pique listened to him whisper in an old voice, "A person who knows himself can use mental power, but you can't."

Can’t I use my mental power? Pique wants to say that my mental power is used up and exhausted, just like a runner who loses his physical strength. I have used up all my physical strength.

"Spiritual power is endless." It was like hearing Pique's heartfelt voice. The old priest smiled and said, "Spiritual power is inexhaustible. It has always been there, but you just didn't see it."

"I didn't see it?" Piqué repeated unconsciously. After receiving four punches from the gatekeeper, he was seriously injured and weak. Any words he said at this time might cause him to lose strength and faint. "Where is the mental power?"

"Child, feel it." said the old priest.

"What do you feel? I feel so much pain, my chest hurts, my arms hurt, my legs hurt, my head hurts."

"So, are you in pain?" the old priest asked.
To be continued...