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

"Andrebel! What's shining on me isn't the Soul Lamp at all! Haven't you realized yet? The thing inside isn't me at all!"

The thing outside, in terms of both willpower and cunning, exceeded Mil's expectations.

Even burned to this extent, she still tried to bewitch Andrebelle.

Mil looked at Anderbel, who was now somewhat dazed, and felt a sense of helplessness.

He was prepared to forcibly take Andrei under control.

Otherwise, if Andrebel is successfully seduced, it will be quite a troublesome matter.

But Andrebel glanced at Mil and then did something that surprised Mil.

"Mr. Mill, no... or perhaps I shouldn't call you Mr. Mill, at least I'm not quite sure right now which one is you, the inside or the outside."

Mil listened to Andrebel's words without answering, simply staring at her silently.

For some reason, Mir felt a sense of certainty.

Andre Bell's choice will not disappoint him.

"Mr. Mir, can the crystal transmit my voice to things outside?"

"Can."

"So, if I speak, will it cause you trouble? Like revealing my location or something?"

Mil looked at Anderbel and gently shook his head:

"No, this place has been locked in by the black mist. Under the cover of the black mist, there is nowhere for life to hide."

"In that case, please allow me to say something."

Having said that, Anderbel stepped forward, his eyes filled with an indescribable determination.

"From now on, if you press and hold here, you can directly transmit your voice to the outside world."

Upon hearing this, Andrebell smiled and nodded to Mil. Then, she pressed the button engraved with ear patterns and spoke to the "crystal" in front of her:

"Dear Mr. Mil, I don't know which one is you, the one inside or the one outside, but one thing I am very clear about."

At this point, Anderbel paused slightly, then a smile appeared on her face.

"Andebel, what are you saying? Come out now! The black mist has only just arrived; we still have a chance to escape! Believe me, that thing can't directly harm you! Just don't believe it!"

Upon hearing Andrei's words, "Mir" outside seemed to have thought of something and quickly tried to persuade him.

But Anderbel simply shook his head upon hearing this, then spoke in a firm and slow voice:

"For me, Mr. Mir's safety is far more important than my own life."

So, whether the person outside is real or fake doesn't matter anymore.

If you are real, please leave immediately; if you are fake, you cannot fool me.

I will stay here and not go anywhere else.

I will not allow myself to be a burden to Mr. Mill, that's all.

After saying that, Anderbel turned his head and looked at Mil in front of him, his eyes showing a hint of fear.

Her body was trembling uncontrollably, and although she tried to keep a strong expression, Mir could tell.

Andre Bell was terrified.

"You won't regret your choice today, Andre Bell. That's the only promise I can give you."

The girl's shoulders were still trembling slightly. She tried to straighten her back and answered Mil in a soft voice:

"Thank you, Mr. Mill."

"Are you sure this person in front of you is me?"

Anderbel shook his head:

"No, it hasn't been confirmed, but I've already made my choice..."

Upon hearing this, Mir did not answer immediately. He simply reached out and untied the silver-white thread from the base of the soul lamp, completely severing the connection with the wooden house's soul lamp.

"Forget about that thing outside. The Soul Lamp is our life, so we need to use it sparingly. Now that we've confirmed that it's not human, we need to prepare for the subsequent defenses."

Even after Mir turned off the Soul Lamp, the monitor could still see the thing's blurry figure.

"Andrebel! Don't do anything foolish! I'm coming in to save you! Andrebel!"

The thing started knocking on the door, very hard, again and again.

"That thing is quite good at disguising itself; it's already preparing to come in and rescue you."

Mir watched the monitor screen and made a slight complaint, which helped to ease the tension.

"Mr. Mill, should I laugh now? But I don't quite feel like laughing."

Anderbel tried his best to force a smile, but he just couldn't manage it.

Looking at the timid Andrebel, Mil paused for a moment, then replied:

"You don't have to laugh at jokes that aren't funny; you don't have to force yourself."

But before Andrei could answer, Mil continued:

"Of course, sometimes, if you can be a little considerate of my feelings and just pretend to smile, that wouldn't be a problem."

A second joke.

Anderbel finally managed a slight smile.

"A disguise?"

Mil looked at Anderbel, a questioning smile in his eyes.

"It is, and it isn't."

Seeing that Andrebel was now able to exchange a few witty remarks with him, Mil felt much better.

It's good to use your own jokes to ease the tension.

"That thing can't get in, at least not now."

Mil stared at the monitor screen and began analyzing it with Andre Bell.

"I only used a stick to prop up the wooden door; given the sheer size of that monster, it was impossible to stop it."

He has knocked on the door more than a dozen times, and there is only one reason why no one has come in.

The black fog won't affect so much of the real world for now.

We're safe now, for the time being.

After speaking, Mir let out a long breath and gently sat down in the chair.

At that very moment, the surveillance footage dimmed slightly.

A blood-red eye suddenly filled the entire surveillance screen.

Are you using this to observe me?

A somewhat sharp voice rang out, carrying an indescribable eeriness.

The moment he heard that sound, Mil felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

He subconsciously looked at the surveillance screen, where he saw an eye covered in bloodshot veins.

The eyeball kept moving, as if it were observing the two of them through that thing.

"Don't worry about the two of you, I'll come to find you, today, tomorrow, or maybe tonight."

In dreams, in mirrors, when you're dozing off, in the reflection on the water?

Where will I come from?

you......"

As that sound rang out, the system notifications also kept echoing in Mil's head.

[Mental pollution is worsening!]

[The determination of mental pollution has begun!]

Seeing Andrebel's face turn deathly pale with fright, Mil knew he couldn't let this thing continue talking!

"To be honest, this way of pursuing someone is really unique. I wonder which third-rate bard's novel I heard it from?"

Thousands of years ago, village girls would never have found this kind of thing romantic.

"If you want to come see me, at least bring a bottle of milk and three-quarters of a pound of beef."