Chapter 500: You Dare Talk Crap to Me?
Instinctively, the bandit felt an inexplicable unease, but it clearly wasn't enough to outweigh his fear, whether of the unknown or of what might await him after death.
"I-if... hah... hah... if I want to live, what... what price do I have to pay...?"
The bandit's strength was rapidly draining away. Coupled with his fear, it made even speaking a struggle.
But he knew perfectly well that the being before him was not of the mortal realm and very likely existed on the same level as the gods. Judging by its outward appearance, however, it probably wasn't a god-or at least, certainly not the God of Light.
Bargaining with such a being might have been the craziest thing this bandit had ever done.
The illusory being shrouded in black said nothing. The eerie glow within his shadowed face sent chills through the bandit's heart.
"Pathetic..."
With those words, the Thoughtform dissipated before the bandit's eyes.
The bandit stared blankly for several seconds. Cold wind swept through the surroundings, making the clothes on the scattered corpses and the collapsed tents flap noisily.
"No!!!!! No!!!!"
"Great being!!! God!!! Great god!!!!! Come back!!! I agree!!! I'll agree to anything!!!"
"Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough... cough, cough... urgh... come... come back... I'll agree to anything..."
The torches lying on the ground gradually went out, plunging the surroundings into an even deeper darkness.
"Wooo... wooo..."
The wind now sounded like some terrifying sobbing. The bandit discovered that a faint, eerie glow had begun to appear beneath him where he knelt.
"Uhhh... ... ... come... Soul of Evil Thought... die already... die already... come... come join us..."
Countless skeletal hands trailing rotting flesh reached up from below. They seemed to be trying to grab something, yet they passed