On the circular line, trains shuttle through the fog. Its style is close to that of an old subway, but it is not as fast as a subway.
Zhong Chengshuo's metal hook instantly hooked the connection between the carriages, and he seized the opportunity to leap forward and stick himself to the outside of the carriage. The fruit penetrated deeply into the hard wall of the carriage, and Zhong Chengshuo quickly bent down and smashed the corner of the glass window.
The tempered laminated glass was instantly covered with cracks, and a gap was created by Lord Yan's kick.
If there was a metaphysical person here, he would definitely fall into this trap. The evil creatures in the carriage were as dense as fish in a can of sardines. As soon as the front window was broken by Zhong Chengshuo, a piece of soft limbs of an unknown person appeared in the rear window.
However, Zhong Cheng said he was unaware of it.
He pierced through the soft limbs neatly and jumped into the car. The soft limbs that had been pierced trembled and curled up in shame.
Zhong Cheng said with dark eyes that the carriage in front of him was empty, the plastic seats on both sides were covered with unknown stains, and the pull ring holding the billboard was swaying from side to side with the vehicle.
The situation was almost the same as he had guessed.
Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian were not opponents that could be easily dealt with. As long as their enemies still had brains, they would send corporeal evil creatures there—most of the corporeal evil creatures were quite powerful, such as the swallowing snake and the yellow sorghum.
The dial that Zhong Cheng was talking about had already turned blood red. It didn't even bother to vibrate anymore, and just kept making a piercing scream of dripping.
Although the clothes of the ghosts were old-fashioned, they were much more modern than those in the previous carriage. They sat in a neat row, with smiles on their faces, and even a hint of hope in their dead eyes.
Blood red and milky white intertwined, the fog somehow seeped into the car. There was no barrier between the compartments, but the scene ten steps away was submerged in the thick fog.
The old people sat in a row on the plastic seats, their faces pale and expressionless, their ancient shrouds shining brightly.
A pair of sneakers stepped carelessly into the slime. In the thick mist of the unknown, Zhong Chengshuo's steps were fast and steady.
Strictly speaking, as a night walker, Zhong Cheng said that he had smelled everything he should and shouldn't smell in these years. This smell was not the strongest or most disgusting he had ever encountered. But it was a bit like the smell of Yin Ren, which made him particularly uncomfortable with the smell.
There was no air conditioning in the car, and the stuffy air made the strange smell even stronger.
At the connection between the carriages, there are two rectangular evil creatures guarding.
Living people all have their own scents, some strong and some weak. No matter what, the smell of a living person cannot be stronger than that of a corpse. The scent lingering around his nose made Zhong Cheng say that he vaguely smelled a "corpse".
They held the tablets tightly in their arms, and their backs were covered with mourning couplets on white paper. The white papers were placed under their buttocks, making a slight creaking sound from time to time.
An old-fashioned LED scrolling screen was installed between the carriages. Red light on a black background penetrated the mist, and the words made up of red dots kept scrolling. Its content should have been daily instructions and arrival reminders, but now only four words kept repeating.
The evil creature in this carriage is slightly different from the one in the first section.
A wise person will not take risks when the situation is unclear, let alone counterattack when the situation is unfavorable.
The ground was covered with incense ash, dirt and paper money.
Zhong Cheng said You Ran threw down Shi An's earphone and crushed it with his foot. Along with the sound of the clappers, Shi An's last means of contacting him was also cut off.
Zhong Cheng said as he quickened his pace.
Zhong Chengshuo put the broken earphones back deep into his pocket. He even sealed the bag with a zipper to prevent its pieces from falling out.
When they noticed Zhong Cheng approaching, the two monsters formed a flesh door, tightly blocking the connection between the carriages.
Rows of fierce ghosts passed by Zhong Chengshuo's shoulders, and the dead spit out vicious curses. The rotten blood stuck to the ceiling dripped, and strange eyes opened from time to time in the shadows. Zhong Chengshuo walked forward in his own way, feeling quite satisfied that he had "passed through a sea of evil without being harmed by any evil."
Next, he couldn't be disturbed by anyone—
Even if there is no physical evil, the living townspeople here are so crazy that it is hard to say what methods they will use.
There is fog outside the window and there is fog inside the window. All colors fade in the fog, like a bad dream.
In the world he cannot see, the picture is completely different.
Tick, tick, tick.
The smell of the evil creature became stronger.
They opened their crooked mouths and roared threateningly. The light green slime flowed faster, accumulating into a pool at the joint of the metal plate, and there was a tendency to continue to spread.
[I don’t want to disappear. I ...…]
The bodies of the two evil creatures were flat, as if they had been forcibly pressed into the door panels of a mansion - if you ignored the truly deformed eyebrows and eyes, the necks folded to the chest, and the light green mucus flowing on the skin, they looked harmless.
More inhuman evil creatures filled the remaining space. They all looked similar, mostly strange hairless animals or dead vines with strange fruits.
Tick, tick, tick.
The rest of the men and women had their necks stuck in the rings. They were wearing coarse cloth jackets commonly seen in rural areas, and their heads were swollen and purple. As the vehicle moved forward, the corpses swayed, and their cloudy bulging eyeballs all stared at Zhong Chengshuo.
The miner's lips were purple, his face was covered in dust, and he was holding an envelope full of banknotes tightly in his hands. The bride's braid was tied behind her head, half of her body was crushed by something, and a beautiful rose was pinned to her chest. The rich businessman had a gold chain hanging around his neck, his face was swollen from drowning, and mud and water kept dripping from his mouth and nose.
The evil creature hiding behind the scenes - a poor imitation of the Yin Blade, a failed creation that the Sinking Society could not control... its condition might not be good.
The next carriage was still very long and still empty.
Zhong Cheng said as he walked into the second empty long carriage. Countless evil creatures instantly turned their heads and looked at the intruder.
The carriage was like a subway at rush hour, with all kinds of evil creatures huddled together.
This carriage was at the rear of the train. King Yan was playing with the evil fruit, moving forward step by step in the thick fog.
They have a human-like structure, are dressed in expensive materials that were popular a hundred years ago, and wear melon-shaped hats inlaid with jade on their heads.
Taking a step back, the scientific personnel are more inclined to be "defensive", and there will not be much physical combat power left around the "evil creature behind the scenes".
Zhong Cheng wrinkled his nose subconsciously and sneezed.
He easily passed through the two unusual-looking "evil doors" and continued to move forward in the direction of the front of the car.
Black smoke and dust came out from under the seats, mixed with red paper from firecrackers, and flower baskets used to celebrate the opening of the business fell all over the floor.
The carriage windows were covered with headlines about "Gengsheng Town", the huge black characters were particularly eye-catching. The walls of the carriage were covered with cinnabar red characters, all of which were auspicious words such as "Congratulations on your prosperity" and "Good luck and good fortune".
The types of non-human evil creatures are richer than before, and some even have characteristics unique to monsters from other worlds.
The evil creatures huddled together awkwardly, bones colliding with metal, soft flesh blending with rotten wood. The smell of sulfur and the smell of water were indistinguishable, and a bit of liveliness could be felt in the chilly atmosphere.
Everywhere is eye-catching dark red.
Zhong Cheng said that his body was pure, even his lips were pale. In the midst of the evil things with strong colors, he looked like someone who had walked out of a faded old photo.
He held the blade of the evil fruit in his palm, and Zhong Cheng said that passing through the evil creatures like that was like passing through those ancient times.
As if he was the phantom.
At the end of the second carriage, there is a huge calendar with the God of Wealth.
The God of Wealth on the paper painting had big earlobes and a round face, and he was smiling cheerfully. His eye holes had been scribbled around in circles with a red marker, as if his eyes had been gouged out.
The days on the calendar were crossed out one by one with a red pen, and stopped at a certain day twenty-eight years ago.
Above the calendar, the red light from the LED screen condensed into a line, passing through the thick fog and reflected on Zhong Chengshuo's lens.
[I don’t want to disappear. I ...…]
Blood-red spots of light swirled in the mist.
Zhong Cheng glanced at the electronic screen without stopping for a second. He straightened his loose sweater and walked past the strange post that he had no idea about.
As soon as he entered the third carriage, several crossbow arrows were shot out from the mist. Zhong Cheng said he was prepared. He spun his feet and dodged the attacks like a breeze.
The dial of Zhong Chengshuo began to emit a long and continuous sharp sound, and the metal case behind the dial was hot like iron. Amid the long strange sound, a wisp of green smoke came out of the electronic watch, and the red dial went out and turned into a deep black.
Finally it's here.
Zhong Cheng took off his glasses and put them in a sturdy dark bag. His long bangs were disturbed by the frames and crossed the corners of his eyes.
Then he ripped off the button on his cuff and threw it into the thick mist.
Three seconds after the little thing stopped, there was a muffled "pop" sound, and the air suddenly shook. The mist in the carriage was shredded into pieces, sucked into the buttons, and quickly spun away and disappeared.
The mist disappeared, and the breath similar to the Yin blade became extremely thick, almost condensed into a foul smell. It was several levels more irritating than the stench of a corpse, and Zhong Cheng almost cried because of the spiciness.
The "evil behind the scenes" is nearby.
At this moment, Zhong Cheng said he could see very clearly.
The interior of the carriage was covered with dense yellow talismans. They were neatly arranged, one by one, layer by layer, with the edges aligned very neatly, leaving only the windows. Zhong Cheng said that he scanned the patterns of the symbols - the patterns were obvious, and most of these talismans were used to "diffuse" pollution.
There were thirty or forty living people sitting in the carriage.
Most of the living people were middle-aged men and women, with a few relatively healthy elderly people mixed in, but no young faces were seen.
The mist dissipated, revealing their hateful eyes and almost stagnant faces. These people were pale, their bodies were trembling, and there was steam floating from their mouths and noses, as if they were in the coldest days of winter.
Kitchen knives, shovels, wrenches... all kinds of weapons were scattered all over the floor. At this moment, everyone was holding a homemade crossbow in their hands. The tip of the metal crossbow arrow exuded a faint sweet smell, probably homemade poison.
When they found that Zhong Cheng was not shot down by the crossbow arrow, they turned their heads at the same second, staring at the uninvited guest.
In addition to this group of "innocent people", there were four mummified corpses standing in the carriage.
They blocked the long corridor, two in front and two in the back, their faces submerged in layers of yellow talismans. Their skinny skeletons barely supported their wide cloth coats, which were stained with dark yellow liquid from an unknown source. These mummies were the same as the old zombies in the ghost shop in terms of size and their claws with sharp nails.
The zombies curled up their bodies, making hoarse gurgling sounds in their throats.
The mental outlook of these enemies is a far cry from that of Lao Zhuang, Zhong Cheng thought with regret.
He put one foot on the "weapons carpet".
The entire carriage seemed to be activated at this moment, and everyone in the carriage stood up suddenly. This time, there were dozens of crossbow arrows. Zhong Cheng said that he lowered his body and leaned to the side. He bit the fruit, hooked two rectangular kitchen knives with his toes, and clenched them with both hands.
Ding ding ding ding.
Most of the poison arrows missed, but the others were blocked by the kitchen knives, without even a scratch on the man's skin. The next moment, he threw two kitchen knives, which spun around and grazed the sides of the living man, hitting the eyes of the two zombies.
The two knives were embedded horizontally into the zombie's skull, cutting nearly halfway into its head.
Zhong Cheng said with a raised lip corner.
Countless incorporeal evil creatures had already gathered around him. Countless severed hands tried to grab Zhong Chengshuo's feet, and a huge bloody mouth fell from the sky, trying to bite off his head. Black and gray wet tentacles emerged from the bottom of the car seat and entangled Zhong Chengshuo from all directions.
The severed hand grabbed nothing, the monster's mouth only bit air, and its tentacles were almost tied into a knot.
The strongest one only succeeded in corroding Zhong Chengshuo's clothes, leaving half of his shoulder and arm exposed, with smooth skin and no damage at all.
Curses, collisions, pollution, all attacks are ineffective, and the evil creatures' stance towards mortals is completely reversed.
All in a matter of seconds.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the living people replaced their bows and crossbows with the "short-range weapons" on the ground and rushed forward.
They acted without any plan, trying to use their bodies to suppress Zhong Chengshuo. However, their target never stopped moving after throwing the kitchen knife.
Zhong Chengshuo stepped on one end of the spike rake, lowered his body, and raised the spike rake to knock the person behind him unconscious. He lowered his body and kicked the person in front of him. The two people in front of him lost their balance and were grabbed by the head by Zhong Chengshuo and hit from side to side, and they immediately rolled their eyes.
As he fell down, three of his enemies were gone.
When he stood up, Zhong Cheng bit the fruit of his anger and grabbed a steel pipe to block the bone-chopping knife that the old man was chopping at from behind. He hooked the old man's shoulders, used the force to kick up his feet, and directly kicked away a man and a woman who were trying to hit him with a shovel.
Before the old man could react, his chin was hit by the steel pipe again, and his head hit the seat, causing him to faint.
People continued to pour in.
Their target was like a high-precision instrument, and their movements were as smooth as if they were filming a movie. The space was narrow, and they had already used the most difficult method of encircling him. But the man was like a wisp of wind, and they could not catch him.
Zhong Cheng said he pushed the battle line forward resolutely, the weapons around him danced out a strong wind, and the yellow talismans made a swish sound.
From a third party's perspective, his speed was much slower than the first two carriages, but he maintained a terrifyingly steady speed.
One step, one step, and another step.
Two zombies with kitchen knives embedded in them stepped over the unconscious townspeople and rushed towards Zhong Chengshuo with a roar. The chain made a slight sound, and the evil fruit was thrown along the chain in a red arc.
Ding-dang, two lonely kitchen knives fell to the ground.
The next moment, the pair of sneakers stepped over them.
Finally, the knife chopped down, and the last townsman fell down.
Zhong Cheng stopped beside the rod-shaped handrail, his expression more alert than before.
Sure enough, the spiritual weapons hidden in the corners were activated at the same time, and the metal wires soaked in poison wrapped around the unconscious body and strangled Zhong Chengshuo. At the same time, the hidden machine guns on the top of the carriage were activated and fired at Zhong Chengshuo's head.
King Yan swung the bolt with a chain, and countless metal wires snapped. He seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and with a sharp turn, he circled around the thick metal rod in the middle of the carriage, and all the bullets hit the metal rod.
He did not give them more time, the consequences were quickly unleashed, and all the spiritual weapon mechanisms were destroyed - knowing the layout of the spiritual weapons here, even those that had not yet been launched were calculated one by one by this person.
The crimson light cut through the space again and again.
The evil consequences returned to Zhong Chengshuo's hands again. In the entire train carriage, there were only four "people" left who were still conscious.
In addition to Zhong Cheng's words, the two zombies standing in the back row were still standing there quietly, like the scenery in the carriage. At the end of the carriage, there was a skinny figure wrapped in a blanket, who looked like an old man.
The old man sat among all kinds of weapons. Compared with those strong and sturdy townspeople, he looked particularly weak, and even the space around him seemed wider.
The LED screen above his head was still scrolling red letters.
[I don’t want to disappear. I ...…]
Under the old man's dirty red blanket, something gray and black, like viscera, leaked out and shivered back. Waves of foul odor erupted from the blanket.
Yin Ren's translucent wings were soft and beautiful, with the fragrance that Zhong Cheng said he liked. However, the alien limbs under the old man's blanket looked like something that had died in the womb, rotting and dying.
Zhong Chengshuo once again had only bad consequences in his hands.
He stopped four or five steps in front of the old man and lowered his eyes.
He had guessed that as a replica of Yin Ren, no, the great master Zhong Yi, the "evil creature behind the scenes" was based on a living person, so it might have a physical body.
But he didn't expect that the "evil behind the scenes" was still alive.
The old man-like thing was breathing, and he could even hear its rapid, human-like heartbeat. Unlike the weird and crazy thing that Zhong Cheng had imagined, the thing looked old, thin, and dazed.
The townspeople lay sprawled all around them, and there was total silence except for the rumbling sound of the circular line moving forward.
"Look up." Zhong Cheng said softly.
The evil creature apparently understood human language. It subconsciously raised its head, revealing its human face.
Zhong Cheng was slightly startled. "You guys... go back..."
That face was covered with sticky and turbid tears.
"You all must go back... I don't welcome you... ah..."
Its face twitched, its expression twitched in pain, and it kept mumbling.
"Go back, go back... die... die... let me... stay quiet..."
Zhong Cheng said he stood silently in the ruins of the murder weapon.
He had been taking the initiative in the battle, but he was not unscathed—most of his clothes were corroded, and his trousers were full of rips with frayed edges. Purple scratches were exposed from the rips, and the wounds were oozing blood, mixing with the dust on his skin to form blood stains.
Beside him, the shovel was stained with fresh soil, and the kitchen knife had obvious scratches from use. They were rattling in the pile of murder weapons, ready to move.
Zhong Cheng said that he could guess that even if the evil had destroyed most of the space, there must still be powerful intangible evil creatures left around. They had not given up and were trying their best to attack him.
The night is long and dreams are many, he knows what he should do.
The "evil behind the scenes" itself is not strong, and its sense of oppression is far less than Yin Ren. He can quickly take samples and then destroy all the evil things here. Then it is analysis and investigation, which is what he is best at.
Even if Shi'an does not deal with this evil creature during this withdrawal, the Shenming Society will move it away or even destroy it.
This was his only chance to get in touch with the "copycat", and there was nothing wrong with his plan.
Zhong Cheng said he moved his finger joints and moved the fruit to his left hand. He used a machete and pasted a few talismans on it.
However, the sharp knife hung in the air for a long time and did not fall down.
The old man-like thing stared at Zhong Cheng and said, "Maybe it was too far away. It didn't call back Huangliang and Tunshe, nor did it wag its tail to beg for mercy. It just stared at the enemy sadly."
Similar to Yin Ren.
The usually powerful "King Yan" is a little upset.
Perhaps it was the smell similar to Yin Ren that filled his nostrils and made him a little numb.
Perhaps it was because the other person's breathing and heartbeat sounded too much like a living person.
In the carriage wrapped in yellow talismans, Zhong Chengshuo had a blank expression on his face, and his machete was frozen in mid-air.
The evil creature raised its wrinkled face, with a look of despair and confusion in its expression.
"Give orders to Tunshe and Huangliang to keep all the people alive, but don't let them go for the time being." Zhong Cheng said, staring into those human eyes, trying to suppress the strange emotions in his heart.
"What do you want to do..."
Zhong Cheng lowered the machete and thought for a moment, "Let you live about half an hour longer?"
The evil creature made a series of rapid sounds that were unclear whether they were crying or laughing.
"You can study it slowly, but I'm very curious this time." Zhong Cheng said, playing with the fruit, "I know you... How did you become like this? How are you now? You..."
Zhong Cheng paused and took a moment to digest his problem.
"Are you in so much pain?"
With his back to the unconscious people on the ground with small wounds all over his body, Zhong Cheng asked the question seriously.
"… "
The living evil creature did not answer his question immediately.
It took a few quick breaths, then slowly, slowly let out a breath. The old man's face was frozen, as if it was trying to understand what he was saying.
"I... don't know... how many hundreds of years... I have always been... here..." Its eyes were blurred, and tears continued to flow down, "I just... don't want to disappear..."
Zhong Cheng said, looking down at the "person" in front of him in some astonishment.
He thought for a few seconds, then slowly squatted down in front of the evil creature and looked directly into its eyes.
"you… "
Zhong Cheng said with a slightly frowned brow.
"Do you remember your name?"
"I am more... no... I don't remember... too many... No, no, I am a human, my name is..."
The evil creature coughed painfully, and some limbs that looked like rotten intestines and were covered with dust appeared under the dirty red carpet.
This time, Zhong Cheng was silent for a long time.
"I see. I understand." He said softly, "No wonder they chose you... It's a pity that you and he are still different after all."
"I'll give you half an hour."
Zhong Cheng said he picked up the skinny old man with one hand and put him on a plastic seat. He ignored the two zombies who continued to stand on the stake and sat next to the old man.
"Let's talk about 'The Will to Reinvigorate the Town'."
Time goes back to ten minutes ago.
Fu Xingchuan was shot by the people's poisonous arrows and his defense was lost. Huang Liang and Tunshe went up and down, trying to attack the eight people floating in the air.
Yin Ren's eyes lit up with a faint red light, and everything in front of him seemed to be in slow motion.
Xiang Hai's hemp rope net came over, and Li Nian immediately threw away the green willow whip, tied herself, Ren Jiying and Qi Xin together, and locked Xiang Jiang with the whip handle. Several scientists were tied up by the willow branches and did not slip through the net and fall down.
Ge Tingting subconsciously reached out his hand, trying to summon some skeletons to use as shields. Huang Jin tightly wrapped his spiritual weapon bag, hugged his head, and closed his eyes. Fu Xingchuan struggled to cast a spell, and Yin Ren could recognize that it was an extremely strong protective spell.
The huge eyeball and the ferocious snake mouth were getting closer and closer.
It's just a defensive spell, the battle will only be prolonged.
Yin Ren closed his eyes.
He put his hands behind his back and cast different spells at inhuman speed.
At the same moment when Fu Xingchuan activated his protective spell, Yin Ren completed his left hand spell. The air shook violently, and within less than a heartbeat, the violent impact knocked the seven people unconscious physically.
Next is the right hand.
Yin Ren stretched out his right arm and rushed straight towards Huang Liang's huge pupil which was so close to him.
"Idiot, you've been controlled by someone for a few days, and you don't even recognize your old master?"
Amidst the thick fog, a red light suddenly appeared.
"... You still have my spiritual contract with you." Yin Ren added with a smile.
A huge circular formation emerged from thin air. The circular formation was like a dumpling wrapper, bending from the center and wrapping the huge yellow sorghum into a filling.
In an instant, Huang Liang's cognitive confusion was completely eliminated.
Immediately afterwards, the red runes merged into the body of the giant eye. Huang Liang shuddered, and a strange sound like a muscle breaking rang in the air. Yin Ren's spiritual bond was obviously higher than the controller's drive, and the latter's effectiveness was instantly suppressed.
At the moment of recovery, the huge eyeball shrank back eight hundred meters, and the whole evil object became concave backwards, and the perfect sphere was about to be dented into a printed bowl.
"Oh, now I'm scared."
The ghost king bared his teeth at his royal sofa cushion.
Without even looking at it, he threw a series of spells at his feet. The dark spells fell down with murderous aura, and the swallowing snake was so scared that it suddenly closed its mouth, retreated a long way into the cave, and also tried hard to pull its head back.
Yin Ren narrowed his eyes - according to Shi An's conclusion, the evil creature behind the scenes used the emotion of "sorrow" to control people and evil creatures. It seems that the control ability of the evil creature is not that strong, and it will not be higher than the survival instinct of the powerful evil creature.
Huang Liang took the opportunity to escape when he found out that the old master was thinking, but before he could escape for several hundred meters, he was pulled back by Ling Qi. Seeing Yin Ren smiling in front of him, he shrank quickly, to the size of a grape, and showed a trend of shrinking further.
"It's no use shrinking, change back."
Yin Ren flicked the noble A-class evil creature with his fingertips.
"I still need to find someone - what kind of evil thing was controlling you before?"
Zhong Cheng said where he was going after leaving the team, and Yin Ren could guess it with the tip of his wing.
Huang Liang made a few "poof" sounds in a hurry, and turned into a soft ball with a diameter of two meters. Yin Ren sat on the old mat, and the floating spell held everyone up, slowly sending them to the ground, arranging them to "defend and then fall".
The yellow rice that was emitting a tremendous sense of oppression in the anthill was now as obedient as a glutinous rice dumpling.
The swallowing snake poked its mouth out of the soil, still peeking furtively. Yin Ren almost teleported to its side, one hand touching the cold and slippery rock.
"I haven't done this in a long time." He muttered with a little emotion.
After the incident in the archives, his strength recovered a lot. However, after coming to this world, he never tried to use the "old method" to control evil things again, and he didn't know if the effect would be as good as it was a thousand years ago.
In less than half a second, Swallowing Snake's whole body trembled. It immediately bowed its head and obediently put the tip of its mouth over.
"Protect these people. Remember, don't let them see that you are protecting them. If you do well, I will help you heal your wounds later."
The snake seemed to have received a golden medal of immunity from death, and it slid back into the earth. Then the ground shook violently, and a bulge surrounded the seven unconscious people on the ground.
Yin Ren nodded.
"Yes, I will go meet 'my replica' first."
Before he finished speaking, something emerged from his hair, intertwined, and turned into pieces of thin red cloth. The red cloth continued to grow, and various seal patterns grew on it.
Flesh, blood, and bones simulate the texture of dead objects, interwoven into a variety of "spiritual weapons". The various spiritual weapons clinked and collided, and the power of the seal became stronger.
Under the numerous seals, not to mention the evil power, even Yin Ren's own aura gradually weakened, and in the end it was not even as strong as a living person.
Yin Ren's appearance at this moment is still slightly different from the "Great Heavenly Master Zhong Yi" a thousand years ago.
The red cloth was not wrapped into a heavy and clumsy cocoon. Instead, the lower end of the cloth was loose, revealing a little bit of translucent black wings. The whole thing looked more like a drooping flower bud that was about to open.
A strand of black hair wrapped around Yin Ren's ankle, turning into a circle of dark yellow bone bells. The ringing sound was no longer crisp, and there was a chill in the sound of the collision.
Today, except for not having hundreds of arms, Yin Ren is closer to the "evil entity" in the archives.
Yin Ren floated up to Huang Liang, and Huang Liang changed his color to black, which was less likely to be exposed. The red cloth slid down along the dark eyeball, and the edges of the soft wings fluttered in the wind.
"Go find the evil thing that controls you."
“Puff, puff!”
"You only know the approximate location? ... That's fine, just tell me on the way what the situation is like here."
Yin Ren didn't know that a few seconds after he flew into the air, a strong man in the ruins struggled and opened his eyes—
Yin Ren's Qi blast is very strong, and it will cause problems if it is hit harder. Unfortunately, one of the seven has been beaten too many times and has a sad resistance.
In Fu Xingchuan's blurred vision, a red human figure stepped on a yellow sorghum and flew away on the wind. The evil creatures around him scattered, and a small number of them followed far behind, forming a long line in the mist.
It's like an ancient mural in an anthill come true.
Fu Xingchuan dug at the wound with trembling hands, holding on and watching the man's figure disappear into the mist. After a long time, he succumbed to the toxin's attack and lost consciousness again.
Yin Ren was busy lying on Huang Liang's body.
Huang Liang was flying while he was panting rapidly, trying to describe his miserable experience.
More than a thousand years ago, the great master died.
Huang Liang, who lost his master, was miserable. In the past, with Yin Ren around, everyone was used to a life of collective cooking and food coming to them, and even the delicious evil power had a chance to take a bite.
Now that they have lost their leadership, the evil creatures are not smart enough to handle the high-difficulty activity of "hunting large evil creatures". They can't even catch a smart and powerful ghost.
Being hungry was not a pleasant feeling, but the skinny and ordinary evil things were not tasty either. So Huang Liang simply dug a hole in the mountain and prepared to sleep there, escaping from the evil life for hundreds of years.
Unfortunately, it was caught red-handed when the ship sank.
Just as they had speculated before, Chenchen created an anthill near Gengsheng Town in order to study the terrifying power of the Great Master Zhong Yi and try to figure out how to obtain the power.
As a close evil creature to Zhong Yi, it and a group of evil creatures were sunk and imprisoned here to observe.
The prison food wasn't very tasty, but the advantage was that they didn't have to cook. Since they had nowhere to go, Huang Liang and the evil creatures didn't struggle, they just lay down and lived a life of eating, sleeping, and sleeping.
Until twenty-eight years ago.
"For thousands of years, the Sunken Society has been using all kinds of evil forces to pollute the people and land here. It was not until the appearance of 'God' that a group of extremely polluted and relatively stable people appeared here."
Yin Ren tried hard to make sense of Huang Liang's chaotic "puffs".
“Puff, puff, puff… puff, puff!”
"You've been so lazy, and they thought you were mentally retarded, so they talked about something in front of you?"
"Puff puff puff puff puff—" Huang Liang sped up his speech and narrated quickly.
"They recorded the changes in the power of those people and found a similar situation to mine, with artificial pollution... Similar situation? You mean, widely known, revered, and severely polluted, it can give birth to a 'living evil'?"
If you think about it carefully, "widely known" and "tragic death" are the conditions for the birth of a powerful ghost.
"Severe pollution" will cause living people to lose the characteristics of normal creatures, become more like evil creatures, and be more easily affected by metaphysical things.
Just "like", not "is".
That is to say, he and the counterfeit products were born as "specific evil objects", which essentially originated from being "widely known" and "revered"...
"Death is tragic" creates a resentful and fierce ghost, but what does "being revered" create
When Yin Ren was still alive, he was always isolated from human society. Apart from the great pain of being polluted, he was not affected by anything else. Yin Ren knew nothing about the awe, expectations and reliance that people had on him, and he was completely uninterested.
He just likes to be lively and he doesn't have a strong sense of responsibility towards the world.
But what will become of the person who lives here... the person who carries the hopes of thousands of people and was born as a "living evil"
Countless questions and knowledge surged in his mind, and in a trance, the former great master realized something.
"Now things are getting interesting." Yin Ren patted Huang Liang under his butt, "Hurry up, be careful that someone stirs up a hornet's nest."
"Puff?"
"Zhong Cheng said." Yin Ren murmured under the red cloth, "If you find someone, don't provoke that guy..."
"If something like this gets out of control, it could become something ominous."
(End of this chapter)