While Lin Zhengying on the first floor was thinking about how to break the impasse, on the fourth floor of the abandoned building, another Lin Zhengying was standing in front of an urn with his eyes closed. The sword in his hand stopped one centimeter above the urn after he swung it. He was now trapped in an illusion woven by his own horrific memories.
After being a Taoist priest for so many years, before entering the main god space, to be honest, he was not much different from a liar to a certain extent. The most he could give to others was some psychological comfort, which was a bit similar to the function of a placebo in medicine.
It wasn't until he entered the main god space that all this began to change. The determination to eliminate demons and defend the way of justice grew as his strength grew a little bit. Looking back now, Lin Zhengying felt that he was the most cruel at that time. No matter what the mission was, as long as it did not belong to the human camp, as long as it would threaten the overall survival of mankind, he would do his best to eliminate it.
Because he had always been carrying out missions in a mission world dominated by humans, Lin Zhengying had never felt his Tao heart shift, nor had he felt his aura changing day by day.
Until a mission not long ago, the mission site was a slightly larger piece of world fragment. The humans in this world had all died when the world fragment separated from the original world. However, because the world fragment was still of a decent size, the world consciousness began to slowly condense. At this time, ghosts were born from the dead bodies and slowly became the protagonists of that place.
Unlike the original ghosts, the ghosts in that world, although also born from dead creatures, have no essential connection with the corpse. To put it in a metaphor, the corpse is like a planet, and the ghost is a new existence that is slowly nurtured on the planet.
When he first entered that world, Lin Zhengying's style of doing things was the same as before. He adhered to the idea that if you have a different standpoint, then there is no point in talking about other things. He killed one by one when he saw one. The entire ghost market suddenly fell into panic. Because of this, in a simple mission, Lin Zhengying slaughtered more than a thousand ghosts. Until the eve of the mission being completed, he saw an incredible situation.
Those ghosts were constantly moving their companions away from Lin Zhengying's vicinity, and those places suitable for nurturing souls were directly abandoned. Some ghosts even took the initiative to step forward and risk completely disappearing at his hands in order to delay time for other ghosts.
This is help from one's own kind to another, and it is the most important behavior for every group that can develop. At this moment, Lin Zhengying could no longer simply tell himself that these were all evil spirits.
In addition, Lin Zhengying is not a ghost. His various sensory organs are very different from those of the other party. In the absence of a management agency like hell or the underworld, he cannot understand the language of those guys, nor can he perceive their emotions. The only thing he can see is their behavior. At that moment, he was a little confused about who was the evil ghost.
Relying on his human identity and stance, Lin Zhengying could continue swinging the peach wood sword in his hand without any pressure, but relying on his own values and Taoism, he could no longer continue.
Because the moment he lowered his head, he saw his hands, and his whole body began to churn with black air. In a trance, the ghosts around him seemed to have turned into human forms, and he turned into an evil ghost, and the peach wood sword in his hand turned into a huge bloody ghost claw.
Lin Zhengying knew very well that this was an illusion. How could he turn into a ghost
But because of this illusion, he gave up the mission. Fortunately, the difficulty of the mission was very low at that time, so the punishment was not high. This was actually abnormal in itself, because as a senior qualified person who had experienced many missions, the difficulty of his mission should not be at this level. It was as if the main god space specially arranged this task for him and gave him a way out. This also became a point of attack by Lin Zhengying later.
The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became, and it slowly became a huge nail in Lin Zhengying's heart.
Because this was a psychological problem, Lin Zhengying once sought help from Alice.
After Alice entered Lin Zhengying's spiritual world, she found that Lin Zhengying's spiritual world had turned into an avenue full of light. Lin Zhengying himself was standing in the middle of the road. To the left was a brilliant and dazzling road, and to the right was the same road. He stood there with his head down, and his expression could not be seen.
After observation, Alice could only shake her head. She could not help Lin Zhengying. This was a choice he had to make on his own. There was nothing wrong with either path he took. The only mistake was to stand still.
Because of this, Alice didn't even give any suggestions. Lin Zhengying was not surprised by this result. If Alice could do this kind of thing easily, then what's the point of practicing Taoism and training the mind.
However, in the end, Alice did Lin Zhengying a favor by covering his spiritual world with countless veils. This was a temporary solution and could alleviate Lin Zhengying's morbid entanglement at the time, allowing him to have more time to make choices.
At that time, the main god space also appropriately reduced the difficulty of Lin Zhengying's mission and gave him enough time to think, but Lin Zhengying still did not make a choice. Every time he entered a new mission world, Lin Zhengying felt that the opportunity to break through his heart demon and advance was in this world, but in the end it was all just an illusion.
As time passed, Lin Zhengying opened his eyes in front of the urn. The world was changing rapidly in his eyes. The world turned into a world dyed with ink. Everything was black, and only he himself still had a little light.
"No, this is not right." After Lin Zhengying muttered a few words, the world returned to normal. He still did not find the answer, or rather, the answer he found in the illusion was immediately denied by himself after he left the illusion.
Peng! Lin Zhengying's entire body exploded, lighting up the entire fourth floor in an instant. This time, Lin Zhengying did not leave himself a way out and was completely killed. But it didn't matter, because there was still a chance to start over. With his lingering consciousness, Lin Zhengying seemed to see other "selves" in the building.
The light after the weapon's disintegration was the purest Taoist power. The power of the mind was directly annihilated by Lin Zhengying himself. This power collided throughout the fourth floor, and had the roughest collision with the power that conflicted with the essence.
Under the influence of the light, Zhuang Ming fell directly to the ground with several fatal wounds on his body. The wounds were still oozing thick fluid. When the light faded, Zhuang Ming's wounds began to heal and his consciousness began to regain consciousness.
"Again?" Zhuang Ming looked at the small box in his hand worriedly after waking up. In the box was his heart. As long as the box was not broken and the heart was not destroyed, he would be able to recover from any injury and stand up again. As for the safety of the box, Zhuang Ming had tried it before, but couldn't hit a single spot with a gun.
This box is his cursed object. It has extremely strong protective capabilities, but almost no offensive capabilities. As for the side effects, every time he gets hurt, his heart will become a little darker. But what kind of side effect is this
In most normal missions, this cursed object is incredibly powerful. Anyway, he won't die, so as long as he grinds away, Zhuang Ming can always pass the level. But this time is different. This time, it not only tests his ability to survive, but also his attack power. After all, he is fighting for the urn.
It is precisely because of the disadvantage in attack power that Zhuang Ming has never encountered a single urn. Yes, he can continue to fight back with his own life, but except for those few people who are just there to make up the numbers, he can't even inflict any damage. The guys he encountered either carried guns or cursed objects.
It was so hard to find a person who had no cursed objects, no guns, and no bullets, but he ended up slapping half of Zhuang Ming's body in the face. He fell to the ground and took a long time to recover.
Zhuang Ming continued walking forward without any worries, when suddenly he saw an urn lying in the corner, and there seemed to be no one guarding it.
Overjoyed, Zhuang Ming hurried forward and stepped on a Taoist robe. He was instantly flung away, and the soles of his feet seemed to be dissolved, with steam constantly coming out of them.
He frowned and took a closer look at the Taoist robe on the ground. The robe was so big that it covered the entire path on the ground.
In this situation, the first solution Zhuang Ming could think of was to jump over. As long as he jumped half the distance, the direction of the bounce might turn inward, which would be just right.
Do it as soon as you think of it. Zhuang Ming started to accelerate towards the urn. When he touched the air above the Taoist robe, an accident happened again. A Bagua formation suddenly appeared in front of Zhuang Ming, making him a flying man again.
After being rejected once again, Zhuang Ming felt helpless. Could it be that he could only wait for this area to be refreshed
Based on Zhuang Ming's long observation, in this area, every place will be refreshed at regular intervals. After the refresh, the place will become exactly the same as the original one. So far, the only exception is the urn. He just doesn't believe it. Could it be that the Taoist robe on the ground was originally placed here
'No, we can't wait!'
Zhuang Ming overturned his original plan. If he kept waiting and other characters arrived before the refresh, it would be a big trouble, so he could only find a way to break this strange thing.
After much thought, Zhuang Ming decided to try some of the rumored methods. He found a piece of sharp stone and scratched his wrist with it, and a little of the thick juice flowed out.
Zhuang Ming shook his hand vigorously over there, and the thick juice flew out. When it flew above the Taoist robe, the Bagua Formation appeared on time, but only a ball of condensed black gas was bounced away. The little bit of blood in the thick juice seemed to be extracted and fell on the Taoist robe.
After many attempts, Zhuang Ming was somewhat surprised to find that this method was really useful. The light when the formation was triggered dimmed a little, but his own blood had turned into thick juice, which was too difficult to shake off.
After finding the solution, Zhuang Ming turned around and left quickly. He knew where there was blood to be used.
Within a few minutes, Zhuang Ming came over dragging a corpse. This was the person he had just killed not long ago and the last person to follow him. As for the first person, he had already extracted his soul and swallowed it into his stomach. The more souls he swallowed, the stronger the heart in the box beat. This was the only way for Zhuang Ming to improve himself, as his body had been solidified by the cursed object.
After moving in, Zhuang Ming picked up the stones on the ground and smashed them hard. However, human bones and muscles are quite hard. After smashing for a long time, he didn't even break an arm, and the blood that flowed out was very limited. After all, he was a dead person who had completely lost his soul, and his blood had already coagulated a little.
Zhuang Ming held up the corpse, aimed the hole in his Taoist robe, and squeezed out the blood, but the blood was still flowing out too slowly.
Dong~ The sound of something falling reached Zhuang Ming's ears. His face changed. Someone was approaching.
So, Zhuang Ming opened his mouth wide, bit the neck of the corpse, and tore it hard, as if he was tearing a piece of meat. After tearing a hole, he began to suck. After his mouth was full of blood, Zhuang Ming forcefully sprayed the blood onto his Taoist robe.
This was repeated several times, and the lower part of the Taoist robe was almost covered with blood. Zhuang Ming stretched his legs to test it, but he no longer felt the elastic force. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
After finding the new method very useful, Zhuang Ming used his right hand to fix the corpse's neck in front of his mouth, and then began to bite it frantically.
As Zhuang Ming shook his head left and right and bit his teeth, blood and flesh scattered madly from his neck and landed on his Taoist robe.
After there was no more blood on the neck, Zhuang Ming started to bite his left thigh, and soon the Taoist robe under him became completely useless.
Throwing the corpse aside, Zhuang Ming couldn't wait to hold the two sides of the urn.
Boom, boom, boom, he heard the heart in his box beating wildly, as if it had a motor. At the same time, reminders from the hell world also came into his mind.
Each urn can offset the number of tasks or enhance the fundamental power of a cursed object.
At the same time, the urn itself also possesses certain abilities. The one in Zhuang Ming's hand can greatly enhance his physical strength.
"Hehehe, hehehe." Zhuang Ming let out a strange laugh and rubbed the back of the jar with his face, which was covered with meat and blood. Zhuang Ming was ready to leave for the time being. When he left, he glanced at the corpse next to the wall, and his mouth moved inexplicably.
"It tasted really good, do you want to take it with you?"
His head was full of all kinds of messy thoughts, and Zhuang Ming couldn't get the answer he wanted at all. However, after walking a few meters in his Taoist robe, Zhuang Ming returned.
With one foot on the corpse and one hand holding the right ankle of the corpse, he pulled hard, and with the help of the urn, the entire calf was separated from the corpse.
"Hehehe, hehehe." After licking the blood that splashed on his face, Zhuang Ming's mouth corners slightly raised. It felt so good, and the sound was so good, the tearing sound was so nice.
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