"Dual Being? What did that mean?" Lu Sheng could vaguely sense that Tang En was somewhat special, but he did not know what made him special.
Now that the old woman had mentioned it, it felt as though a layer of fog had suddenly been swept away.
"The most formidable thing about Dual Beings is that, in this world, they are immortal." Angela smiled strangely.
"In this world, in this environment, in this twisted world filled with pain, when a Dual Being dies, he revives at the place where he entered perception. As long as it is here, they are immortal."
"Immortal?" Lu Sheng froze.
"Yes. There were records of Dual Beings in the Church's archives. There were not many of them, and when they first appeared, they caused quite a stir. Some people even tried to study them, but in the end, nothing came of it," Angela explained.
Lu Sheng said nothing more and merely looked closely at the dazed Tang En. He neither agreed nor disagreed. This old woman was always muttering nonsense—who knew whether what she said was true?
"Go on. I'll rest for a while first." He reached out and grabbed the Finger Sheath.
Leaving the World of Pain was easy. He only needed to take off the glove and stop the spikes from continuously injuring him and transmitting pain.
With a clatter, Lu Sheng tossed the Finger Sheath in his hand onto the table.
The wandering world flickered before his eyes and returned to normal.
He then carefully examined the palm that had worn the Finger Sheath.
Beneath the nails of his five fingers were clear marks where they had been pierced.
"No blood?" Lu Sheng vaguely spotted faint traces of medicinal powder around the wounds.
"There should be some special powder inside the Finger