87: Mist Tower

Although there was a limit of five, Shi Yan’s skills could be upgraded and synthesized.

This was even before synthesizing the skill. What would he get if he synthesized it with Parasitic Bloodline? He began to feel a sense of anticipation.

Shi Yan closed his eyes to adjust his state, then suddenly opened them.

His will transformed into a finger, fiercely poking the “Can Synthesize” option behind “Power of Faith.”

The Power of Faith and Parasitic Bloodline slowly blurred, and a new skill was gradually forming at the end.

This fusion was exceptionally long. Shi Yan waited for several minutes before seeing a new skill emerge.

Ability: Faith Bloodline

[Faith Bloodline]

[Effect One: Can alter part of the target’s memory and extract part of the target’s memory]

[Effect Two: Can cause a certain alienation in part of the target’s flesh and blood]

[Effect Three: Can cause the target to temporarily lose self-awareness and become a puppet]

[Effect Four: By forcibly parasitizing faith through the bloodline, one can obtain one-thousandth of the host’s physical and soul attributes]

(Parasitic Control and Parasitic Faith can only be applied to one creature per day, and only effective on targets whose physical and soul attributes are lower than one’s own. Total believers: ten)

At this point, Parasitic Bloodline had transformed into Faith Bloodline. Other skills remained unchanged, but a new effect had been added.

It could forcibly make a creature believe in him through bloodline parasitism, which made things much more convenient. The total number of believers also changed to ten.

His current skills were much stronger and more useful than before.

Shi Yan smiled contentedly.

After testing his skills, he then opened the Slaughter Paradise instance.

[Welcome to Magic World]

[Current Nightmare Instance: Misty High Tower]

[Your identity is a treasure hunter]

[In a dark forest in the Magic World, there is a high tower perpetually shrouded in deep mist. It is said that at the top of the tower lies a precious treasure that people dream of. The tower’s existence dates back to an unknown time.]

[Over a long period, it has attracted countless treasure hunters and adventurers, but no one has ever obtained the so-called precious treasure. You and your friends have teamed up to come here, determined to be the first.]

[Hint: What you see may not be what actually happened]

[Current Instance Participants: 30 people]

Shi Yan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the instance description and mission requirements. This was a type of mission he hadn't seen in a long time.

Moreover, there were thirty participants, so it seemed this instance scene should be quite large.

His vision blurred, and Shi Yan could feel that he had already entered the instance.

His vision slowly cleared, and a musty smell wafted into his nostrils. Shi Yan turned his head to look around.

He was currently in a small room, only about twenty square meters in size.

The walls and floor of the room were pitch black, appearing smooth and hard, made of some unknown material, with delicate patterns intertwined on them.

To his right was a putrid, moldy single bed, covered in green spots, which was likely the source of the musty smell.

In the corner of the room were some exquisite small flowerpots, but the flowers inside had long withered.

To the left of the single bed's headboard was a nightstand, and on the nightstand was a small candle emitting a faint glow.

Above the nightstand was an ordinary four-pane window, outside of which only a deep white mist could be seen.

Shi Yan turned around, and a uniquely designed large door came into his view.

The door was made of dark black metal, its surface as smooth as a mirror, with a cold luster shimmering on it, and intricate patterns and designs carved into it.

This was the layout of the entire room, and Shi Yan began to search.

The vines exerted a slight force, flipping over the moldy large bed, but there was nothing.

Several slender vines gently shattered the flower vases in the corner, and the black soil inside scattered around, but there was still nothing.

Only that nightstand remained. Shi Yan shifted his gaze. The nightstand was small, with only three drawers.

A dark brown vine struggled to emerge from the black floor, as if these floors were very hard.

The vine opened the drawers one by one from bottom to top. When the third drawer was opened, wisps of black gas drifted out from inside.

The black gas spread extremely fast, seeming to possess a tracking ability, and instantly drifted to Shi Yan’s side.

Everything in its path was corroded. After the black gas drifted to Shi Yan’s side, it suddenly disappeared.

Looking at the black gas, Shi Yan raised an eyebrow.

There were even small traps here?

Shi Yan then pulled open the next two drawers, but nothing happened, and the drawers were empty.

Thump-thump.

Two knocks suddenly came from the large door behind Shi Yan. Shi Yan slowly turned around, quietly looking at it.

The doorknob on the inside of the large door slowly turned downwards.

Click.

The large door opened, pushing inward, revealing a small crack. Outside the crack, an eye slowly appeared, stealthily peeking into Shi Yan’s room.

“No one?”

That person murmured softly.

A strange look appeared in his eyes. He had clearly heard sounds coming from inside the room just now.

He then pushed the large door inward a bit more, and a pair of cold eyes with deep red pupils suddenly came into his view.

That person’s pupils contracted violently, his face instantly turned pale, and after taking two steps back, his hand immediately went to his trouser leg, seemingly preparing to attack.

The large door slowly opened, revealing Shi Yan’s figure.

That person finally breathed a sigh of relief after clearly seeing Shi Yan’s figure.

“You almost scared me to death!”

That person was a young-looking man, dressed in denim, with two exquisitely crafted white pistols holstered on each side of his trouser legs.

Shi Yan first looked at the surroundings. Outside the room was a narrow corridor, and opposite was a large door of the same style. On both sides, every so often, two opposing large doors would appear. The corridors on both sides could only be seen for about a hundred meters before being covered by thick white mist.

[Human Lv24]

[Physique: 2420]

[Soul: 2330]

“You can’t blame me. I was startled by you too.”

Shi Yan showed an expression that suggested he was also startled.

The man seemed to realize he had been a bit flustered, especially in front of someone much lower level than himself, so he awkwardly coughed a few times.

“My name is Zhang Jing. What should I call you? It’s fate that we met in this instance. I can look out for you.”

Zhang Jing seemed to think of something, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and his expression immediately took a sharp turn.

“Oh? You’re quite a good person then. You can call me Crocodile Tyrant.”

Shi Yan smiled as he looked at him, seemingly not noticing the expression on the man’s face.