Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

However, the thing still let out a scream the moment the soul lamp lit up, and half of its body was sizzling and dripping oil from being roasted.

It was a sticky, yellow liquid that was almost like corpse oil.

The Soul Lamp lit up for a very short time. After Mir clearly saw what it was, he immediately chose to turn off the Soul Lamp.

Resources are precious. Now that we've determined the other party isn't human, there's no need to continue opening it.

Even after being burned by the soul lamp, the thing did not choose to leave. It stood there and continued to pound on the wooden door.

However, as she pounded on the wooden door, her voice became increasingly shrill, and, whether it was just Mir's imagination or not, he could always detect a sinister laugh in her voice.

As it pounded on the wooden door, it continued to plead with Mil in a hoarse, shrill voice:

"Lord Mir, I know you're inside! The Soul Lamp just lit up. If I were something inside the black mist, how could I not leave after discovering that you have a Soul Lamp?"

Please, Lord Mir, it's freezing cold outside now that it's shrouded in black fog. Please let me go inside and hide for a bit. I promise I'll leave as soon as it's light!

Have you forgotten? I was the one who gave you your soul lamp!

"Whatever the reason, you must at least let me stay for one night, otherwise I'll definitely be swallowed up by those things in the black mist!"

The thing's voice was exactly the same as Mansing's, even the slightly drawn-out ending tone and the unique muffled sound were almost identical.

If it weren't for Mil's high-tech monitoring screen, which could clearly display the other party's true form...

It seems that Mil will really mistake that fleshy lump for Manshin.

However, as Mir stared at the thing on the surveillance screen, he was momentarily confused.

How could this thing know the details of my transaction with Ms. Mansing?

There shouldn't be anyone else who knows these things except for himself, Ms. Mansing, and Anderbel standing beside him.

"Is it the mind of an Outer God? Did it read my memories? Did it create a uniquely corrupted monster?"

Several guesses arose in Mil's mind, while Andre Bell covered his mouth, his facial muscles trembling with fear.

The next moment, Anderbel suddenly stood up and then bit his lip hard.

Anderbel bit down hard, and blood dripped down his lips.

"What are you doing?!"

"Mr. Mill, I saw my mother. She was outside the door begging me to let her in, but I knew it wasn't my mother!"

As he said these words, Anderbel's face was extremely pale.

Her mental state was extremely poor, and her statements, in turn, confirmed Milton's deduction.

That thing is a product of the corruption of the mind by external gods!

Rule number one states that you should not grant any request to enter the room.

But what if it's a request from someone you're closest to?

Will you still be able to remain absolutely calm?

However, it seems that external divine pollution has little effect on one's mind.

How could someone so important to me be Ms. Mansing?

The next moment, Mir suddenly felt his mind go blank for a moment, and then Andre Bell's voice came from the monitor!

"Mr. Mill! Please open the door! The person next to you is not me! After you came out of Norton, you stared at the city walls for a while, then suddenly screamed and rushed back!"

I tried to stop you, but I couldn't keep up with you at all. But I saw with my own eyes that you dragged a bloody mess into the basement!

I asked the two people from the Holy See I encountered earlier. Although they were quite disgusted with me, this witch, they still came to save you. It seems you have been corrupted by something!

"Please, Lord Mil, please come out quickly! If you're worried, you can even bring the Soul Lamp!"

Mil stood there, listening to the voice of "Andre Bell" coming from outside the door.

How should I put it? It's still the tone, the mannerisms, everything—it's all imitated perfectly.

If it were someone else, they might actually be fooled.

But Milton was different; he believed in science!

Trust the camera you got by spending energy points!

However, the thing's imitation of Anderbel was indeed very accurate, even mimicking the faint hint of inferiority and pauses in his speech.

If it weren't for the fact that the real Andre Bell was right there beside him, he probably would have believed what the other person was saying.

Thinking of this, Mil turned and glanced at Andrebelle.

At that moment, Andrebel was wiping the blood from her lips with her sleeve. She seemed to notice Mil's gaze and smiled at Mil.

However, the next moment, Anderbel suddenly took two steps back!

Seeing this, Mir instinctively wanted to approach and ask.

But Andrebel abruptly reached out, refusing Mil's approach, his voice sharp:

"Don't come any closer! Don't come near me! Are you really Mr. Mir?!"

Hearing Andrebel's words, Mil subconsciously said in a deep voice:

"Anderbel, don't let that thing cloud your judgment!"

But before Mir could finish speaking, his own voice came from the monitor behind him.

"Andrebel! Andrebel!"

Can you hear me? Come out! The person in the basement isn't me! It's a fake!

We never even came back from Norton!

After talking with those two Vatican believers, I decided to stay at the church!

Do you think our little cabin might be as safe as the other side's church?

How could I possibly bring you back? But just as I was about to take you to the Vatican, you vanished!

Along the way, I asked many people before I found out that you were running towards the cabin where we were!

But come out now! Whoever is next to you right now, it's not me!

"Come out with the soul lamp; I'll be waiting for you here!"

Hearing this, Andre Bell trembled slightly.

Her gaze was fixed on Mir's face, as if confirming whether the man in front of her was really him.

The next moment, Mil simply said in a flat tone:

"Anderbel, look at the surveillance footage. What exactly is that on the screen? Take another look."

After saying that, Mir turned on the soul lamp outside once again.

As the soul lamp lit up, a fleshy human face that bore a striking resemblance to Mir appeared at the very center of the fleshy ball.

The human face continued to persuade Andrebel, but after the soul lamp lit up, it was also burned and let out a scream.

"Andebel! Get out of there! I don't want you to die in there!"

"Andrebel! Does your lip hurt?! That's proof you're alive, that's the real world!"

"Lord Mir, I can't tell the difference, I really can't!"