Chapter 16 The Dead Manor Owner (9)
Fang Ke's fist stopped. He didn't know why he stopped. He was angry and his mind was still filled with violent emotions, but his hand couldn't continue no matter what.
Come here, Shen Cinian said come here.
Shen Ci Nian lets him pass.
Fang Ke stood up reluctantly and walked over stiffly.
He walked over, lowered his head, trying to hide the dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Interrupting someone's anger is never a good thing.
Anyone else would have been knocked down by him long ago. If you dare to stop him at this time, don't blame him for going crazy and fighting this person and the weirdo together.
But Shen Cinian just had this ability, to make him stop at any time and any place, just by saying: "Enough, come here."
It was ridiculous and he was very dissatisfied, but Fang Ke obeyed anyway.
Shen Cinian took a few steps closer and leaned over to smell Fang Ke carefully.
Fang Ke became increasingly stiff, his back straight, as if he was sulking, or as if he was simply proclaiming that he would never surrender.
But that was actually meaningless, Shen Cinian didn't care what he expressed at all.
Shen Ci Nian was busy identifying the smell, and sure enough, he smelled the smell of cause and effect.
The chain of cause and effect, oh, the original power is willing to be given away.
After all this time, it turned out that Fang Ke was not a stray dog that could be picked up from the roadside, but the property of that noisy old man, Yin Guo Gui.
The old guy has no taste and loves to eat all kinds of fortune.
Because he particularly likes to eat bad luck, his believers all make themselves miserable and unlucky in order to please him. The Abyss also jokingly calls the Cause and Effect Ghost the "Broom Ghost".
Fang Ke turned out to be a follower of that broom ghost. Shen Cinian unconsciously revealed a look of disgust between his brows.
As a result, he began to dislike Fang Ke a little more.
When Fang Ke saw Shen Cinian's disgusted expression, he was stunned at first, then his anger instantly exploded. He raised his fist to hit Shen Cinian's glasses.
The fist was clenched, and there was a faint pain in the clenched fist.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
This is in a weird game, this is in a copy.
They are all spiritual bodies or soul bodies.
How could Shen Cinian possibly catch his fist, and how could he not break free from Shen Cinian?
"You are not a newcomer," Fang Ke said gritting his teeth.
"I am," Shen Ci Nian said calmly, even with a hint of disgust, "No human can fool the main system."
"You have sneaked into the dungeon before," Fang Ke said in an affirmative tone. His head was buzzing and his anger level was almost full and about to explode.
And it just so happens that what Chen Cinian dislikes most among all emotions is anger, because anger is spicy.
The spiciness was a bit too much for Fang Ke, and it stung his eyes.
His eyes became increasingly cold, and the powerful sense of oppression gradually forced Fang Ke to restrain his anger.
The spiciness in the air subsided a little, at least it wasn’t so choking, then Shen Ci Nian said coldly: “I don’t care what you think of me, you’d better not get angry at me, I’m not your punching bag.”
The followers of Broom Ghost are all as tasteless as the old guy, and are disgusting to look at.
Naturally, he wouldn't be kind to the broom-wielding people.
Fang Ke was still very angry. He tried his best to suppress his desire to destroy Shen Cinian, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down.
The fact that Shen Cinian had sneaked in before meant that Shen Cinian already had a partner he liked.
Shen Cinian must have an experienced spirit master at home. In order to live together with that spirit master in the dungeon, Shen Cinian must have made a lot of preparations, even actual combat, right?
No wonder Shen Cinian is qualified to be a teacher of Weird Defense.
I'm afraid it's all thanks to the spirit master, right?
Fang Ke was very angry, and his anger came from his unwillingness.
He has been waiting for someone like Shen Qinian to appear for more than ten years.
Ever since he could remember, he had longed for someone like this to be by his side.
This way he could escape from his "home" in City A sooner.
After learning that his father abandoned his mother to go on the dungeon alone, he had the courage to abandon his father.
He could then…give up himself, give up the thoughts that gave him a headache, and completely surrender himself to the control of another person.
He could escape for a little while, he could think of nothing and just focus on the person who saved him.
But he didn't dare. He was too young, weak and incompetent. He hated this home without his mother, but he couldn't survive without it.
His temper became more and more weird until he could no longer keep quiet. In his second year of junior high school, he finally chose to run away from home. He wandered around alone for a long time, and finally settled in Tangcheng, a small county in the northernmost part of China, in his first year of high school.
He was forced to stay here. It snowed heavily the day he arrived, and the snow never stopped from then on.
He lived in anonymity for a while, and his past seemed to be buried by the snow. He thought he could start over.
But his father was well-connected, and even though he was far away in Tang City, the people his father arranged still found him and forcefully broke into his life.
His alias and lies were exposed, and everyone knew that he was Fang Ke, the son of the Fang family. He was the person in City A who had the most power over his father, except for the little-known prince of the Shen Group who was involved in both black and white affairs.
He hated his own identity, hated the Fang family and the Wang family, hated that his fate was predetermined since birth, and for the future of mankind he had to marry someone he didn't like.
Later he began to hate the whole world because people always mentioned his hypocritical father who abandoned his wife and his fiancée who was going to marry him, complimenting him and saying how well-matched they were.
He couldn't stand it any longer, so in the second half of his first year of high school, he finally sneaked into the weird game with the help of his friends. He later successfully registered an account and surpassed his father's ranking in just over half a year.
That friend was the man who asked him for "vitamins" in the bar that day. He was a member with a golden rose badge. He knew that the man was actually interested in him and wanted to take him home.
In any case, after that, no one dared to mention his father, the Fang family, or anyone else in front of him.
When people talk about Fang Ke, they only say: "He is a poor madman. He is very powerful and a genius, but he is too violent. We will not pin our hopes on him."
"It's such a shame he has that kind of personality. He absolutely hates humans and will never stand on their side. He's selfish and only cares about himself. Sooner or later, he'll betray humanity. He hides a sinister soul beneath his skin."
"It would be great if he were a good person. Humanity has been living in fear and humiliation at the hands of the strange for too many years. Especially since the death of the Saint of the Strange God, no one is capable of protecting us anymore."
"Fang Ke is a devil. How can he be compared with that lord! That lord even went undercover in the abyss to serve the weird god for us! He is a great saint and Fang Ke is nothing! Fang Ke will defect to the weird sooner or later! Why don't we execute him yet!?"
"Keep him, keep him. He can consume the power of the weird, and can also bring out many things we need according to our requirements. Keep him, keep him, and keep him until the day when humans and weird finally break out into a decisive battle. Put him on the front line and let him die there. It's a worthy death."
A worthy death. Whenever Fang Ke heard this, he would have a desire to destroy the world.
Fang Ke has a bad temper, but he has never hurt any spirit controller. Every spirit controller is the main force to resist the weirdness and allow ordinary humans to live in peace. One less death is one less. He does not hurt the spirit controllers voluntarily, not because he is afraid of human demands on him.
He has a bad character, but he has not betrayed humanity. Why do humans always call him a traitor in advance?
They seemed to admire that adult very much, but half of the insults that adult endured a hundred years ago came from humans!
It was humans who forced that man to death. At that time, humans thought that man had really betrayed and surrendered to the evil god. That man had to endure the malice of his compatriots and lurk carefully. When he was distracted, he kept revealing his true colors, which finally angered the evil god and led to him being tortured to death.
Now a hundred years have passed, the truth has come to light, and people are praising the traitor as a saint again.
Every time Fang Ke heard people praising the saint, he would feel disgusted. He seemed to be able to empathize with that person. Sometimes he would think: Damn it, they say you are a saint, but I say you are an idiot. If you have the strength to challenge God, why do you care about them? Just let them fend for themselves.
He felt that the man must have felt that he was an idiot and must have regretted killing himself for those meaningless things.
Fang Ke doesn't like humans or anything in this world. He always feels like he is drowning in the deep sea, without any driftwood, and unable to surface to breathe even a trace of oxygen.
He always ferments his boredom into bad behavior in a state of suffocation, as if he is taking revenge on the injustice of this society, or as if he is just redressing his own powerlessness.
But he wasn't like this at the beginning. He actually wanted to become more normal.
He wanted a piece of driftwood so he could lie down on it and breathe.
He has been waiting for this piece of driftwood for more than ten years, and now he is told that this piece of driftwood is not his and will soon drift away.
Fang Ke looked at Shen Cinian with bloodshot eyes, beastly desires brewing little by little. He was not a good person to begin with. He wanted to beat Shen Cinian up and force him to tell him the name of the spirit master. Then he would destroy the dungeon and go out to kill that guy.
Regardless of whether he could fight to the death right now, if he killed the Spirit Master, the people monitoring him would definitely report him to the Player Association, and he would be hunted down and assassinated in real life. Who knows, they might even shoot him in the head, or spare his life and capture him, locking him up until the day of the great battle, and then use an instrument to extract his soul, forcing him to abandon his body and fight the enemy with his powerful spiritual power. Perhaps they'd even find that too much trouble and simply force him to fight, causing his skin to crack naturally, his body to crumble into pieces, until his soul began to shatter as well.
Fang Ke clenched his fists tightly, his bones crackling, but his fists could not fall.
No, he couldn't hurt anyone, he couldn't take action. Shen Cinian was already a spirit controller, and he couldn't attack a spirit controller in the dungeon, otherwise he would be warned in reality, and maybe those people would even hold a criticism meeting to give him some nasty ideological education.
We can only wait until the copy is released before settling the score.
Fang Ke turned around and took two steps, but he couldn't hold back his temper anymore. He suddenly turned back, grabbed Shen Cinian's neck with one hand, and pushed him against the wall.
"I don't want to do that," he said, his voice full of warning, "but just wait and see. I will destroy everything you have in reality. Your family and friends will be put under the control of the nursing home under my name. Your teaching certificate will be revoked and no school will dare to hire you. Your girlfriend or boyfriend will be sent abroad by my people. Everything you have will no longer belong to you. If you don't want to lose everything, I'm only giving you one choice."
"Submit to me, accept my application to be my partner, and become my property."
"No," he suddenly raised his head, his arrogant expression unconcealed, "Oh, I was wrong, you are my plaything."
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