"Other ghosts, if they want to live, they have to kill, and only by killing can they survive." Wang Yuan thought: "And every time you kill someone, you will absorb the resentment from the dead. The more vicious."
"Of course it's more likely. Ghosts can't even kill a single person." Wang Yuan floated around the corpse, absorbing the white air. Even for Wang Yuan now, if he wanted to kill a person, it would be very difficult without the help of the crow. .
He must get very close to that person, then use his own white energy to counteract the opponent's white energy with self-will, and finally use that weak interference force to interfere with the weak internal organs of the opponent. able to kill.
"So it is really difficult for ghosts to develop." Wang Yuan thought about how to deal with the remaining seven people. It would be too wasteful to kill them all. In order not to be infected by the negative emotions of the dead, he did not Can't absorb those white gas.
"The reason why I am polluted is because when I absorb the other party, the last emotions of the other party are pain, resentment and resentment." Wang Yuan thought of a type of person: "And if they die with a peaceful or even joyful mood Woolen cloth?"
"This is operational." Wang Yuan recalled some information in the memory of the person he had absorbed: "Negri, the god of disease and ominousness?"
"According to this person's memory, the system didn't lie at the beginning. This world is really just a low-magic world." Wang Yuan believes that there are gods in this world. But he doesn't believe that there are gods in this low-magic world.
"After all, it can't be the same as the Sakura Kingdom. There are eight million gods in one realm."
In this person's memory, the world is divided into many races according to regions. For example, they are the Cauchy people, and the Cauchy people gave everything to gods. For example, Negri, which symbolizes disease and ominousness, symbolizes In addition to Menas, the goddess of doom, who symbolizes the newborn Sprout Goddess, there are many gods, symbolizing all kinds of things they can touch.
According to the degree of belief, most of these people are in a state of superficial belief. For example, the deer is the messenger of the goddess of luck, Riels. According to legend, anyone who kills a deer will be abandoned by Riels and pointed to her sister Menas. Look, but you see now put a deer in front of a hunting party and they will kill it or not.
When it doesn't affect themselves, they will pay attention to some "gods" taboos, but once it involves themselves, they won't care so much.
"So those older and experienced people in the team must die." Wang Yuan thought.
Some people's belief changes are called periodic. When they were young, they might still have some respect for these, but after experiencing more, they will understand that these are false. Interestingly, once people reach old age, they will renew their beliefs. Pay attention to these things.
"There is only one thing I need to do, defeat them, and then dominate them." Wang Yuan is a person who is good at learning. That's how the system treated him back then. The system defeated him, dominated his life and death, and dominated his body. The halo of the protagonist, and now he wants to live and live better, and he needs to do the same.
Hearing the gradually noisy voices over there, Wang Yuan ordered the crows that were still pecking at the corpse to fly away and wait quietly at the corpse.
With the integrity of Wang Yuan's soul and body now, he has a clearer perception of the germs in the crow's body. He can feel that the germs are still constantly changing, which consumes a lot of energy of the crow, causing the crow to always eat.
"Sure enough, according to this situation, the crow can't live long at all." Wang Yuan waited quietly: "Be stronger, I need to be stronger!!"
After a while, the hunting team came here with their weapons and found the unrecognizable corpse. The bearded Dax's face looked cloudy under the beating flame of the torch.
In the past years when the team came out to hunt, it was not that there were no deaths of members, but this time it was different, for no apparent reason, one person just died like this, without even screaming, an ominous feeling arose in his heart .
However, as the team leader, Dax didn't show those uneasiness, otherwise the team would be difficult to lead if people were disturbed.
"Bury Naike's body on the spot..." Dax said, his eyes narrowed suddenly, he picked up a black feather from the ground, looked at the wound on the body and said seriously: "Don't leave the weapon, be careful An attack from the sky."
"Negri's followers, is Negri eyeing us?" Comoros said with some fear as he looked at the black feather.
"What are you talking about!" Dax said with a gloomy face, "Why did Negri stare at us? It was just an accident. If you have nothing to do, go to sleep. Just pay more attention to the vigil."
Although the faces of the others were not good-looking, they did not deny Dax's words. Two people who were usually close to Naike worked together, lifted his unrecognizable corpse to the side, and began to dig a pit, preparing to remove the corpse. bury.
Although the two who buried the corpse were also sad, they didn't care too much. Living in this world is like this. They died of hunger, conflicts with the Kents, diseases, and wild beast attacks. They have seen this kind of life and death before. There are too many.
Throwing the corpse into the pit, breathing the fragrance of the soil and the smell of blood, the two of them covered the soil bit by bit.
The earth pit is not that big, maybe after a while, there will be beasts looking for the smell of blood, digging open the earth pit, and then have a good meal, but the two of them don't care, now bury it for peace of mind just fine.
Looking at the filled earth pit, the two kept panting, feeling unprecedentedly tired, which made them a little puzzled. As a hunting team, if they were not in good health, they would be joking with their own lives. Just bury a corpse in the earth pit, how could you be so tired.
"Ahem, something is wrong." A person coughed and said, "It's not too cold tonight, why am I a little dizzy?"
"I have a little bit too, hurry up and go back to sleep by the fire." The other person's face was not very good-looking. This period of time is really unlucky, there are not enough prey, and one person died, and now he is showing signs of illness.
The two ran back to the fire, and the night watchman asked why it took so long, the two coped with it casually, drank some hot water, and then lay down by the fire to sleep, their hearts constantly turning to Hel, the god of strength. Luo prayed, hoping that when he woke up tomorrow morning, he would recover from his illness.
Wang Yuan floated beside the two of them, watching the gradually weakening white qi outside them, without saying a word.