Gray fog shrouded the entire island, and the outline of a huge portal stood above the gray fog. Most of the originally damaged wreckage had been restored, and strands of fog continued to flow down from the cracks in the door.
The island that was originally visible under the clear sky has completely turned into a world of fog.
A figure in black sits alone in the center of this world. The ancient and mysterious door is like a shackle hanging above his head, imprisoning him in this square inch.
An Qingyu closed the live broadcast, put his phone on the ground, and some beads of sweat oozed from his pale forehead...
A faint sound of electricity came from the walkie-talkie beside him, and then, a voice asked with concern:
"Qingyu, are you okay?"
An Qingyu frowned, and pain appeared in his gray eyes. The breeze blew through the black coat, and a completely petrified arm was exposed in the gray mist. The mysterious gray climbed along the shoulders to the torso, almost occupying the entire body.
Half of the body.
"The door is almost repaired... A corner of His consciousness has been able to pass through that door, cross the long river of time, and briefly invade my body..."
"[Key to the Door]? What should I do then...is there anything I can do?" Jiang Er's voice was full of anxiety.
An Qingyu looked down at his body, breathing a little heavily. He was silent for a moment, picked up the intercom with his only intact hand, and said in a deep voice:
"...Stay away from me, hide yourself...No matter what I do, don't take the initiative to approach me...Do you understand?"
Before Jiang Er could say anything, An Qingyu threw the walkie-talkie in his hand towards the factory!
A black shadow passed through the fog and disappeared from his sight.
This simple action made An Qingyu's back soaked with sweat. He sat alone in the gray fog, looked up at the standing portal in the sky, frowned, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and looked in front of him.
"Oh~ my good friend, I can already smell your scent..."
The figure of [Chaos] came from a distance, with those eyes on An Qingyu's dark face, he spoke enthusiastically like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, "You're right here, right? On your body
The stench of truth is still so pungent!"
An Qingyu looked at him coldly and said nothing.
"Have you seen that wonderful performance?" [Chaos] glanced at the phone on the ground and raised his eyebrows.
"How is it? That guy Vishnu sacrificed himself and contributed to the unity of faith in Daxia. I have already seen a scorching sun gradually rising from the east! So sacred, tenacious, and full of murderous intent...
Only such beautiful things are worthy of being trampled and torn apart by the most cruel means, isn't it?"
"You madman..." An Qingyu said in a deep voice, "Vishnu is the ally of Cthulhu that I brought in. You let him die just to create a more powerful enemy for us?"
[Chaos] narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly into An Qingyu's eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded.
"Did I...talk to you?"
The next moment, [Chaos]'s palm, like the night, passed through the void and slapped An Qingyu's forehead violently. A concussive force rushed into his mind. He felt that his vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot.
&nbbsp;Anqingyu fell on his back, scarlet blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, across his pale cheeks, and soaking into the ground...
After a moment, those sloppy gray eyes suddenly shrank, and his body stood up straight from the ground like a puppet pulled by silk strings. An ancient and mysterious aura suddenly descended!
The hazy gray mist stirred crazily, and Anqingyu's drooped head slowly raised.
"You struck too hard, Nyarlathotep." A magnetic voice echoed in the air.
An Qingyu's gray eyes were as slender as needle eyes, with a large amount of whites filling the eye sockets, which looked strange and penetrating. He stared at the [Chaos] in front of him, but without opening his lips, the voice sounded again,
"After all, this is the host body I chose. So far, his performance has satisfied me... If you hurt him, my body will not be perfect."
[Chaos] shrugged nonchalantly, "I miss you so much, my old friend."
"Stop your hypocritical face, it makes me feel sick."
"Yes, yes, the great master of time and space, the incarnation of the Gate of Truth, [Key to the Door] Mr. Yog-Sothoth..." [Chaos] said jokingly, "So, when will you be able to fully recover?"
Ignoring the sarcasm in [Chaos]'s words, An Qingyu said calmly:
"Based on the speed of time in this world, there are still about seven or eight days left... However, my will can already occupy this body for a short period of time. What? Do you need my help?"
"No need, you weren't here, I was having a lot of fun." [Chaos] rubbed his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking about something seriously, "Should I kill this body now and completely wipe out your awakening?
Media? That way, you won’t come out and interfere with my entertainment.”
"Even if you kill him, I can recreate him at any time in the past time and space... In any timeline, his existence is indelible, and no one can stop me."
An Qingyu seemed to have guessed that he would have such thoughts, and said calmly.
[Chaos] sighed with some disappointment.
"So, you let me come out just to appreciate your masterpiece?"
"What? Isn't this masterpiece exciting enough?"
"..." An Qingyu's pale eyes stared at him for a moment, seeming too lazy to continue talking to him.
"By the way... before I leave, there is something interesting that you might want to know."
"What?" Hearing the word "interesting", [Chaos] suddenly became energetic.
A magnetic sound came from Anqingyu's body. After a moment, [Chaos]'s eyes became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't help but clap his hands and cheer!
"Wonderful... As expected of him, such a development is interesting..."
"The door hasn't been completely repaired yet, so my will won't be able to pass through for too long. There's no need to call me for such boring things in the future."
As the voice fell, An Qingyu's body trembled slightly, his pinhole-like gray eyes gradually returned to their original state, and the mysterious aura around him completely dissipated... The [Key to the Door] that occupied his body had returned to its original state.
Come to the door of truth.
An Qingyu woke up from his coma. He supported his shaky body and looked at [Chaos] with an extremely ugly face.
But [Chaos] just glanced at him faintly, then turned around and disappeared into the mist.