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Chapter 92 91. The Ugly Duckling and the White Swan (45)

If there was one word to describe Zhang Xiansui's mood at the moment, it would undoubtedly be——

regret!

In short, I regret it very much!

In his original vision, no matter what An Le drives him to do, he needs to restrain his hands and feet.

After all, the Yueyong City Security Department's attitude towards the Misty Sect is extremely serious, and they would rather kill them by mistake than let them go.

If An Le showed related abilities, he didn't need to do it himself, and the security department would strictly monitor and investigate him.

In addition, Zhang Xiansui's request is "eternal life", which means that An Le cannot order him to commit suicide or destroy him.

In this way, a hundred years of driving is nothing at all.

But the old man never imagined that the other party directly took him to such a ghostly place, and used extremely cruel methods to extract his value.

'I'm so stupid, really...'

Looking back now, Zhang Xiansui feels like a fool who signed a contract under the instigation of the devil, and finally fell into hell step by step.

Unfortunately, one wrong step, one step at a time.

Zhang Xiansui's heart was ashamed: 'I'm done, I can't go back...'

At this time, An Le asked: "Tell me, what else do you know about [Seed of Mist]?"

The content recorded by the old man on paper is very limited, so it is better to ask him directly.

Zhang Xiansui looked up and saw the cold gaze of the black-robed priest overlooking him, the fog was almost frightened away.

An Le has left a deep psychological shadow in Zhang Xiansui's heart, which probably won't dissipate in this lifetime.

"[Seed of Mist] is something used to guide others to become Misty Cultists. It is usually given by the bishop to ordinary believers, and then ordinary believers plant it on suitable people."

"In this way, the possibility of bishop exposure can be reduced."

Zhang Xiansui said honestly, whether he wanted to or not, as long as it was An Le's question, he couldn't refuse to answer it.

There is also a bit of self-abandonment in his heart, like once a cheating woman crosses that line, she will fall into the abyss step by step-since they have become fish on the other party's chopping board, instead of being dragged to endure that kind of torture, what better way to go? It's better to be happy, maybe you can suffer less suffering.

"Bishop..."

An Le said to himself... This time, it seems that he can catch a big fish?

But he quickly thought of another point.

If Lisa is really a Mist Cultist, then it's likely not the first time she has done so, that is to say, the interior of the Security Division...

An Le frowned and asked again.

"In the Security Department, are there any of your people?"

Zhang Xiansui was taken aback for a moment, then nodded bitterly: "Yes, but I don't know their identities."

"Then how much do you know about the senior management of the Misty Sect?"

At this time, Zhang Xiansui's complexion changed, he became extremely frightened, and he knelt down on the ground, begging for mercy.

"I can't say it, I can't say it!"

"This is the only thing that won't do, once I say it, I will die!

He even broke the jar and said, "Or, you just kill me!"

"just kill me."

An Le checked, Zhang Xiansui's emotions were not fake, and he felt a sense of crisis in his intuition, which meant that if he was really forced to speak out, it would be equivalent to breaking his oath, and his soul would be backlashed.

It seems that this is some kind of prohibition-like means to prevent believers from leaking secrets. Only by directly recalling the memory can we get a glimpse of the truth.

An Le temporarily gave up the idea of ​​discovering secrets from the old man, locked him back in the small black room and coded, and took a look at the small panel belonging to Lisa.

The (+) sign above is still gray.

*****

The morning sun shines on the ground.

The residents of Yuechong City woke up from their sleep one after another and started their day's work.

The small bedroom was filled with the loud sound of the alarm clock "Ring, ring, ring--".

The girl in pajamas was half asleep and half awake, trying to reach out her hand to stop the alarm clock, but she couldn't reach it because her hand was too short.

"Hi!"

The girl rolled around violently, and finally turned off the alarm clock with a "click".

But when she regained consciousness in a daze, she found that she was already lying on the floor wrapped in a quilt.

"Huh?"

Lisa patted her face to speed up the process of waking up.

She glanced at the time on the alarm clock again, terrified, and instantly revived.

"It's broken, we're going to be late!"

After hurriedly washing, dressing, and putting on her glasses, before even tying up her hair, Lisa picked up her schoolbag, picked up a pack of biscuits, and trotted outside.

Just bumped into the landlady's wife head-on: "Little Lisa, good morning."

Lisa hurriedly replied, then ran to the door without looking back: "Good morning!"

"Be careful on the road—"

Hurrying slowly, Lisa finally ran to the classroom before the class bell rang.

As class was approaching, the classroom was full of students, and Lisa's intrusion naturally attracted their attention.

It was only after seeing Lisa's appearance clearly that there was an abrupt silence in the originally lively classroom.

The students looked away at the same time, pretending not to see it.

Only a few courageous ones not only stared at her, but also whispered.

"Isn't she that Lisa?"

"It's quite cute, I didn't expect to do such a thing."

"Are you crazy? You dare to stare at her, aren't you afraid of death?"

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Lisa easily heard the content of the whisper, her face remained unchanged, and her gaze swept across the few empty seats in the classroom.

Just next to an empty seat, Lisa saw a former friend of hers walking towards him with a surprised face.

But the girl's eyes were terrified, so much so that there were two points of pleading.

It's like saying: 'Don't come here.'

Lisa's bright eyes dimmed, as if a thorn had been pierced in her heart, she finally turned her head and sat silently in the empty seat in the corner.

The student next to the empty seat stood up and sat down away from Lisa.

He was still muttering: "It's bad luck!" "I'm afraid I will be unlucky today." and so on.

Lisa opened her schoolbag silently, took out the teaching materials, and waited quietly for the bell to ring.

Like none of this has anything to do with her.

This is the epitome of Lisa's life at school after the last auditorium incident.

Her identity as the illegitimate daughter of a big shot has not yet been revealed.

Lisa is obviously a victim, but she is regarded as a bastard by the rest of her classmates. She is hostile, isolated, and feared. Even her former best friends can only be alienated from her.

Some people say that the disaster was caused by her.

Some people said that she was Andre's accomplice, and she was saved from arrest by "bribing" the Security Department with special means.

There are even rumors that Lisa is actually the real mastermind behind the scenes. She takes the initiative to seduce teachers and classmates with her beauty, and is a dangerous bad woman.

Lisa is very clear about the source of these rumors.

In the front row of the classroom, a beautiful blonde girl was bathed in the envious eyes of others.

Her neck is slender and white, her blond hair is like a flowing waterfall, her face is pretty and delicate like a piece of porcelain, even if the same school uniform is worn on her, it adds a bit of gorgeous brilliance, and the respectful and envious eyes of her classmates become her. embellishment.

Its posture is like an elegant and gorgeous white swan.

In comparison, Lisa is just an ugly duckling.

The blonde girl's name is Charis.

It was Lisa's half-sister.