Walking out of the shop, Situ He let out a long sigh.
He looked at the fog in front of him and then turned on the flashlight in his hand.
The light from the flashlight shone through the fog, illuminating a clear path.
He knew that as long as he followed this path, he could leave this place and return to reality.
So, he strode forward.
He slowly disappeared into the fog.
… …
Han Li walked out of the fog and immediately turned off the flashlight.
Because she wasn\'t sure how long the battery of the flashlight could last. How long could the light bulb work? Could it be replaced with other parts?
So, she had to cherish it as much as possible.
However, as soon as she stepped out of the fog, the murmurs in her ears came back.
However, she no longer had any fear in her heart.
Because she already knew how to alleviate the torture of the murmurs.
Stretching out her hand, Han Li looked at the book that she was holding tightly in her hand. .
The book was very thin, but it was very heavy.
The words on the cover were distorted bit by bit.
Han Li flipped open the book and read the terrifying knowledge recorded in it.
So, she knew a method or skill of mental training -- mental condensation!
This was a mental training method designed by an ancient and terrifying existence for his clan tribe.
The purpose was to allow those mentally weak clan tribe to serve him and his children.
And this mental condensation was the entry-level skill.
It was a method to improve one\'s mental strength and resistance by condensing one\'s soul.
It was very suitable for Han Li\'s current situation.
Because she had devoured several evil spirits.
Her own soul energy was very abundant.
So, Han Li found a relatively clean house in the nearby dilapidated street.
She sat down.
Then, she placed the book in front of her.
From the page, a hazy image emerged.
In the cold polar region, the wind and snow howled and swept the world.
A group of people, a group of humans, crawled on the ground.
A cloud of snow appeared in the sky. It was invisible snow, crazy snow.
And all the clouds turned sulphurous yellow.
The people offered sacrifices in fear and trepidation, offering their loyalty to this great undying being.
He was very satisfied.
So, he made these people his clan tribe.
He was the Death Walker!
A terrifying existence that served the even greater and immortal King in Yellow.
Looking at this hazy image, Han Li finally understood how to use the Mind Condensation technique recorded in the book.
She finally understood.
If she gave this book to anyone else in the world, it would not have any effect.
The moment those people touched this book and saw the terrifying words recorded on it, they would be dragged into madness by the crazy will and twisted thoughts in it.
Only her!
Only with the permission of the master in the fog could he be protected from those crazy wills and twisted thoughts.
Only then could he successfully and harmlessly use this secret technique.
Apart from her, even those humans recognized as spawns by the Death Walker would inevitably go crazy in the end.
Because of these crazy wills and twisted thoughts.
It was not suitable for humans at all.
After taking a deep breath, Han Li began to temper her spirit bit by bit according to the method recorded in the book.
The souls of the evil spirits that she had devoured were dragged into her own soul bit by bit, completely digesting them!
It was not as simple as simply filling the soul with them.
And as she condensed, Han Li\'s body gradually became plump.
She no longer looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
Instead, she looked more mature than twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
That was because as her soul gradually became stronger, the characteristics of a succubus would also affect her body.
Finally, when the sun rose, Han Li completed the condensation.
Her soul was at least one-third stronger than before.
The influence of the ravings in her ears had greatly decreased.
"If this goes on..." Han Li said, "I might be able to get rid of the torture of these ravings soon!"
"I might even be able to try to hunt liches and make the\ 'Elixir of Ascension\'!"
However …
For some reason, Han Li felt very uneasy.
In a trance, she felt as if something terrible and terrifying had noticed her through the barriers of countless worlds.
That thing did not look like the Death Walker she saw in the image.
The feeling and taste were completely different.
The\ 'Death Walker\' she saw in the image was evil, terrifying, and powerful.
It gave Han Li the feeling that it was like the clouds in the sky, the wind in the universe. It had no specific shape, and there was no fixed size.
Just like its nature, it was moody and changeable.
And now, it had noticed her horror from beyond the barriers of countless worlds.
It was as if it had existed since ancient times.
It was a crazy and terrifying Diablo.
It came from the deep sea, existed in dreams, and was a natural destroyer!
Vaguely, Han Li had a feeling.
If she continued to use the knowledge in the "Spiritual Sacrifice of the Death Walker" to strengthen herself.
Then, sooner or later, that crazy Diablo would chase after her and descend into this world.
It would completely destroy her, and the entire world!
After taking a deep breath, Han Li looked at the book.
She knew that she had to make a choice.
Should she continue or give up?
If this continued, then that crazy Evil God would definitely one day, when she reached a certain critical point, accurately locate her.
Then, in a flash, it would descend into this universe.
It would bring madness and destruction to all living beings in the world.
If she gave up …
Han Li suddenly raised her head, and her expression became determined.
"How could I give up?" She said.
"How could I dare to give up?"
Giving up didn\'t just mean suicide. She would be tortured to death by the ravings in her ears, and even twisted into a terrifying and ominous monster.
More importantly, she would let down the owner in the fog.
She would break her promise and jump sideways repeatedly.
Among humans, she was already a standard villain, the object of everyone\'s disgust.
And in the eyes of the owner of the bookstore in the fog, what kind of image would she and the entire world have?
Han Li knew.
She would definitely be labeled as useless, cowardly, and trash.
And Han Li was very clear about the attitude of humans toward useless trash. Useless tools would be recycled and reforged. Waste materials would either be thrown into the trash can or thrown into the furnace.
Thinking of this, Han Li was no longer afraid.
She squatted down and picked up the "Spiritual Sacrifice of the Death Walker" from the ground.
Then, she strode out the door.
That Diablo, that crazy Diablo, if he wanted to come, then so be it.
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