Chapter 52 (1/2)

The pale-faced man looked at K’s dead body by his feet.

Then he looked for the corpse transporter but couldn’t find him. He said, “It seems that Longevity Mist doesn’t work on you.”

“Longevity Mist?” Tang Luo said, “Isn’t it fungal spores? Why put it so nicely?”

On K’s corpse, from his mouth, a tiny mushroom had already emerged.

The pale-faced man didn’t comment on Tang Luo’s description.

Unknowingly, the black mist around him became thicker than before.

Though he said so, the pale-faced man didn’t believe that it couldn’t affect him at all.

‘It’s only because the dose and concentration are not enough! Speaking of effect without enough concentration is nonsense. After the concentration reaches a certain level, even I would be affected.’

He didn’t believe that the monk before him could be completely unharmed!

Tang Luo reached out and waved his hand a little in front of his eyes. The black mist around him had already affected his sight a little.

The pale-faced man retreated silently, and would soon be submerged in the black mist.

Tang Luo glanced at him and said nothing.

‘If you want to hide, hide. You’re actually still holding a kerosene lantern, are you afraid that others won’t know where you are hiding?’

The lantern’s light ball swayed in the black mist. It looked like it was hung on a swaying boat.

Tang Luo entered the black mist and walked toward the direction of the lantern. After approaching, he found that the pale-faced man had already disappeared.

It was Mico who was holding the lantern.

Mico’s corpse, to be precise. She stood completely still, holding the kerosene lantern.

Tang Luo moved and directly physically saved Mico’s soul, relieving her.

After getting the lantern from her, Tang Luo slowly walked through the black mist.

The black mist around him was getting thicker and thicker.

Soon, it reached pitch-darkness.

If the scene inside the terminal could be seen from outside the black mist, then the space of about three meters around Tang Luo was entirely enshrouded with black mist.

It almost formed a black sphere that moved as Tang Luo moved.

The pale-faced man was outside of the black mist.

Black mist constantly emerged from inside his wide, hanging sleeves. This maintained the size of the black mist.

‘Walk around in circles! I’d like to see how long you can last!’ The pale-faced man said to himself internally.

Then, he saw Tang Luo walking in a straight line. Not to mention walking in circles, he didn’t even deviate from the right direction in the least bit.

‘How is this possible!?’

The pale-faced man was astonished and almost took one step back because of it.

Luckily, as he gradually approached the wall and was almost going to bump into it, Tang Luo finally changed the direction of his movement and walked toward the right.

This was a slight sign of him walking around in circles in the terminal.

‘Ha! It’s working! Stupid bald donkey!’ The pale-faced man cursed in his mind.

Tang Luo’s power had indeed shocked him.

Arguably, if the two fought face-to-face, he couldn’t beat this monk in white.

However, the monk was so arrogant that he actually tested the mist’s effect with his own body.

Then, he couldn’t blame him.

Once the Longevity Mist worked, the scale of victory would start to incline toward his side.

The pale-faced man smiled. “You’ll become my best Pot of the Living.”

Five minutes later…

“Still hasn’t succeeded yet?”

The black mist that spewed out of the pale-faced man’s sleeves was already rather thin. It could barely maintain the thickness of the black mist around Tang Luo.

The spores of Longevity Mushrooms were not zombie viruses, which were unscientific things that made everything around them fall with just a small bottle thrown on the ground before the whole world was affected.

This was an open-air environment, and there was no Longevity Mushroom to gather the spores around it again. Thus, the black mist would only continue to dissipate.

If the pale-faced man no longer maintained it, all of it would disappear in about five minutes.

At that moment, Tang Luo, who had been walking the whole time, suddenly stopped.

“It worked!”

The pale-faced man was suddenly delighted.

“No more?”

Tang Luo’s question came from the black ball.

The pale-faced man was stunned, asking instinctively, “What?”

“You have no more tricks?” asked Tang Luo. “Such as taking back all this black mist to eat it and strengthen yourself?

“…”

“It doesn’t seem so.” There was a tinge of pity in Tang Luo’s voice.

He put it palms together in front of his chest, not paying respect to the Buddha, but in a clap.

His clothes made fluttering sounds in the wind, and wild gales spread out in all directions.

Sand and stones flew in the air, and the surrounding black mist was blown away.

Tang Luo lowered his hands and looked at the pale-faced man, nodding slightly in greeting.

A new sandbag.

The pale-faced man abruptly retreated.

Before he had time for any other action, a palm had pressed onto his chest.

“Eh?”

A hint of surprise flashed across Tang Luo’s eyes. The palm which pressed onto the pale-faced man’s chest did not give the normal feeling of pressing onto a chest.

The feedback from his palm was softness. It was like he had pressed onto a bunch of unknown soft and feathery things.

Not only that, but it could also rebounce.

If this move’s force was 10 points, the actual damage the pale-faced man would receive was below 5 points.