In the wilderness, there were graves everywhere.
Under the moonlight, the withered old forest looked like a decaying corpse standing there, casting a dense and chaotic black ghost shadow on the ground.
The cold wind blew past, the leaves of the trees fluttered, and the ghost shadows on the ground swayed randomly, bringing with them a wave of permeating cries and wails.
On the open ground, the fresh flesh and blood of various animals were scattered everywhere, emitting a strong smell of blood. Dirty and broken limbs were filled like dishes on white jade plates, and seven burning white candles swayed in the wind, emitting tiny dots of candlelight, suppressing the blood-smeared formations on all sides.
The red light was rising and falling like breathing, waiting for something. A
sinister and bizarre sacrifice was going on here.
A man stood outside the formation, muttering a strange rhythm, and suddenly sprinkled blood in his hand. The blood touched the center of the formation, and quickly evaporated into red smoke as if it was exposed to high temperature, and dissipated.
The man's eyes were shining, and he recited the spell to the last part, and shouted loudly: "Now!"
As soon as the words fell, there was a whoosh, and the surroundings of the cemetery fell into dead silence, and no insects could be heard.
The temperature around them dropped rapidly in an instant, as if breathing would freeze the lungs, making people feel cold all over and shiver unconsciously.
The pitch-black mist swept all vision, and even the moonlight was dyed black, without a trace of light.
The roar of evil spirits, the crying of babies, the curse of hatred, the collapse of despair, all the sounds gathered together and suddenly crashed into the brain, almost taking away all the mind!
When I came to my senses again, the moonlight fell on the surroundings like frost, and the air returned to its former cold and calm. A man in a black robe and pale skin stood quietly in the center of the formation like a cedar. His expressionless appearance fits the cold and terrifying world behind him as if they were integrated into one.
Seeing this, the summoner thought excitedly: Ancient books say that this formation can summon the most terrifying ghost in the world. The power of the ghost in front of him is indeed so huge that it is unimaginable!
——The blood of that guy that he had obtained with so much difficulty was indeed effective!
The man standing in the formation slowly raised his head, and his cold blood-red eyes without any emotion stared at the summoner in front of him quietly, as if the devil was evaluating a piece of fresh meat.
The summoner was so frightened by this look that he almost wanted to retreat. After a moment, he remembered the records in the ancient book and his past experience of summoning ghosts. He straightened his chest and shouted: "Listen! Li Gui! I am your master! From now on, you must obey my orders, fulfill all my wishes, and conquer the whole world for me!"
Li Gui stared at the other party with an indifferent expression, and after a moment, he slowly spoke.
"Why?"
The voice as cold as snow made people feel cold all over.
But what he said was a bit confusing.
The summoner subconsciously said: "Why? I summoned you, so you have to obey my command!"
The man in the black robe said expressionlessly: "Do you think this is a game? Can a summoned elf automatically join the team? And help you conquer the world just because of the little blood you gave me? If I have this ability, why don't I conquer the world myself? Why do I have to let you hinder me here? Instead of saying these, you might as well tell me what reward you can give me."
The summoner was confused. He never thought that after summoning a fierce ghost, he would be retorted by the fierce ghost with strict logic - aren't fierce ghosts all insane and confused?
He paused and said, "There is no problem with the salary. One live chicken per week, a handful of coins and ten incense candles at the end of each month. This treatment is absolutely generous, no one can enjoy it!"
He thought of the ghosts he summoned before, crying and eating the fresh food offered by the living, as if they had not eaten a full meal in eight lifetimes. He felt that this promise was absolutely fine.
Ghosts who had died for too long could not resist the temptation of these things at all.
But who would have thought that after he said that, the pale-faced fierce ghost opposite him rolled his eyes in a particularly beautiful way and said to him: "You want to summon the strongest fierce ghost in the world and drive it at your will for only 300 yuan a month? How can you have such a beautiful dream?"
The summoner: "…………"
He had wanted to say it a long time ago, why is the character of this fierce ghost so wrong! It is completely different from what he imagined!
The summoner was speechless, blushing at the mockery in the words, and said, "You, what do you want?"
"Annual salary of 30 million, 20% commission for each order completed, two days off a week, and three months of paid vacation every year. Work needs my permission to proceed, and I don't do things I don't like." The man in the robe said casually: "Working hours are from 7 pm to 3 am, and you are not allowed to summon me at will. Otherwise, summon me once... I think about it, and I will eat one of your hands."
This is not over yet, the man said: "You have to cover all food, clothing, housing and transportation. Houses and cars are standard, and you must arrange at least a few dozen sets for me. Clothes for the four seasons of the year, from clothes to shoes, must fill up a wall of closets every season, and they must be changed once a year, and the styles cannot be repeated."
"Publicly funded travel--"
"Stop, stop, stop!" The summoner couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily, "I only have a few hundred thousand in savings, and I'm going to offer you a salary of 30 million a year and dozens of houses? Are you dreaming? Damn it!"
"I am the ghost." The man said seriously.
"…………" The summoner was furious and said angrily, "Impossible! You wish!"
Other ghosts summoned here would be excited and grateful for a little fresh blood food, but they were not as smart as this ghost who didn't look like a ghost at all.
Seeing that he disagreed, the man looked at him with contempt, turned around and left: "Then there's no more room for negotiation."
"Hey hey!" Seeing that the man was about to leave, the summoner became anxious: "Where are you going? You were summoned by me, so you must listen to me!!"
Whoosh -
a cold wind whistled, and the summoner who tried to pounce on him was blown away, thrown very far, and smashed heavily on the ground.
The man's cold voice was carried by the wind into his ears: "Find out who you are! I just came here to interview you through the summoning array, but you are obviously unqualified as an employer! When you were learning the summoning array, didn't you know that summoning me would cost a huge price? You just use a few chickens and candles to get rid of me, which is ridiculous!"
The summoner's face turned green and red. He crawled up from the ground and said in a low voice: "I thought the price was blood, life, etc..."
So he found a way to get the blood that the fierce ghosts desired most from a guy with extremely strong luck. Even if the fierce ghost wants to take his life, he will find the owner of the blood to take his life. He also used various kinds of cattle and horses, which were very valuable in ancient times, as compensation. Even a thousand-year-old ghost would like this kind of fresh food...
But who knew that he had never expected that the huge price that the ancient book emphasized so seriously would be such a realistic salary issue! ! It was too outrageous! !
Before he got the ancient book, he was a poor summoner, but now he was crying tears of poverty.
"Although I have no money, you won't find another summoner like me!" The summoner shouted, "Humans and ghosts cannot coexist. If you don't become my subordinate, as a Taoist priest, I will kill you sooner or later to eliminate the harm for the people! I will make you disappear into ashes, forever uh--"
The man in the robe dissipated on the spot like a puff of smoke, and teleported in front of the summoner in the blink of an eye. He pinched the summoner's neck with his cold white fingers like iron claws, and said lazily and casually, "Since you said you would kill me in the future, I might as well get rid of you while you are weak..."
"No, no!" The summoner was furious, wishing he could travel through time and space to slap himself a hundred times for his outrageous words ten seconds ago. He said with eyes bulging: "I'm talking nonsense! How could I kill you! I was just showing off! I just can't get over it!! Let me go, I'm willing to pay compensation and apologize! I'll give you money!!!"
The last sentence probably touched the man's heart. He curled his lips and said to the summoner in a tone as if teasing a little pet: "Oh? How much do you want to buy your life? Hundreds of thousands are not enough..."
The summoner was so angry that his face turned pale. He thought that not only did he fail to summon the powerful ghost, but he was also deceived by the ghost. He trembled and said: "Hundreds of thousands are enough for you to buy dozens of cows, isn't it enough?!"
"Hmm?" The other party's tone sounded very rude, and the handsome man glanced at the summoner. The summoner was so scared that he trembled all over, and his eyes rolled around. After a moment, he suddenly remembered something, looked up and said: "I know! That blood, summoning your blood! Do you like it?!"
The man in the robe remembered the sweet and mellow taste, which seemed like the ultimate nightmare. He couldn't help licking the flower-like light pink lips and said reservedly: "It's okay."
What do you mean it's okay? Looking at your expression, you are almost intoxicated!
After learning the mysterious art, the summoner who thought he knew something about the preferences of ghosts, how could he not know how much these powerful ghosts wanted the blood of those great meritorious people.
He immediately sold out the guy without saying anything: "I know where that person is! I'll take you there! He's an ordinary person who doesn't know how to ward off ghosts. You can eat him however you want!"
While saying this, he sneered in his heart: Haha, the great meritorious person is protected by the way of heaven. If the fierce ghost dares to approach him casually and maliciously harm him, dozens of thunderbolts will come down immediately without negotiation.
It would be best if the fierce ghost and the great meritorious person fought to a draw, and then he would reap the benefits, killing the fierce ghost to gain merit, and taking away the blood to summon the next fierce ghost...
The man in the robe put down his hand that was holding the other's throat, and said indifferently: "Oh? Who is that guy?"
The summoner quickly said: "Chu Feng!"
Bang!
The long sleeves swung, and an invisible barrier hit the summoner hard, with more force than the last time.
The summoner spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell hard to the ground more than ten meters away, as if he was hit hard by a heavy truck, and his whole body was shaking with pain.
"Uh... uh... you... why...!!" The summoner thought he was going to die, and asked in despair and fear.
The man, Si Qi, walked up to the Summoner, looking down at him as if he were a dead object, and said in a cold tone: "How did you get that man's blood?"
Could it be that he took advantage of Chu Feng's ignorance of the existence of ghosts and maliciously hurt Chu Feng...
The Summoner left two lines of tears and said in despair: "I just saw him go for a physical examination, and secretly ran to the laboratory to steal his blood!!"
How could those small soldiers under his command have such great ability to take blood from a great meritorious person? Were they afraid that they would be implicated when the lightning struck? ?
Si Qi: "…………"
He really didn't expect that the Son of the World would be so useless this time.
Clearly, in the arrangement of the world consciousness, this guy would eventually become the founder of the Xuan School who would pacify all the demons in the world and be respected by all mankind. He would be treated as a guest of honor by the country and treated with great care. Why is he like this now...
He glanced at the terrified man and said casually, "Tell me his address."
The Son of the World choked up and reported a place name, and swore to the sky that he would buy paper money with all his savings of hundreds of thousands and burn it for the other party. Only then did Si Qi " Don’t bother me again”, he watched Si Qi walk away with a warning, and there was only sadness in his heart that he had lost both his money and his life…
He even felt that if the other party hadn’t wanted to get the little savings in his hand, he might have died now…
The record in the ancient book was so correct, unless it was desperate, never try to summon this powerful ghost… He shouldn’t rely on his innate good luck to try to contact the other party! Now, let alone achieving his goal of gaining a general, he even lost everything and almost lost his life!!!
He regretted it!!!
…
In fact, the son of the world does not need to regret.
Because in the original world line, the Son of the World did summon the most powerful ghost king in the world by accident at this time, and finally subdued the ghost king.
However, unlike Si Qi's interview to discuss salary and whether to apply for the job, the original ghost king was in a daze, with only the desire to devour and kill. The Son of the World failed to "persuade" him and was hunted by the ghost king. With nowhere to go, he thought of Chu Feng, who had great merits.
He knew that Chu Feng had a fatal attraction to powerful ghosts, and was deeply favored by the way of heaven, and was immune to all evil. It happened that the ghost king had lost his mind at that time, forgot the existence of the way of heaven, and lost his awe. After being attracted to Chu Feng's home by the Son of the World, the Ghost King, who smelled Chu Feng's scent, abandoned the Son of the World and went to kill Chu Feng instead.
The final result was exactly as the Son of the World had expected. Chu Feng was killed by the powerful ghost. The Ghost King devoured Chu Feng and made great progress in his cultivation. However, before he could digest this power, he was sniped by the Heavenly Dao and struck by the thunder, and his power was reduced to one hundred percent.
The Son of the World took advantage of the situation and used magic to force the Ghost King to be his slave and engraved the soul seal on him. Even if the Ghost King quickly recovered after absorbing Chu Feng's blood and became as powerful as before, he would still be restrained by the Son of the World and unable to resist...
And the Son of the World relied on the existence of the Ghost King to be invincible in future battles against ghosts and kill thousands of ghosts. Xiao Xiao easily became a Taoist master in the eyes of wealthy families, a prince charming in the eyes of beautiful girls, and even a mysterious figure that national organizations had to respect...
From the perspective of the heaven, or the world consciousness, along with the explosive growth of science and technology, the population has increased dramatically, and the number of ghosts left in the world has become increasingly large, almost to the point where every corner of the human world is filled with ghosts.
If we don't think of a way to deal with those fierce ghosts and forcibly curb this power, the order of the human world will sooner or later get out of control. No one knows whether the crazy fierce ghost will suddenly kill the driver who is driving the train, the official with great power, or the important scientist at the pinnacle of human wisdom in the next second...
No matter who the dead person is, every person killed is a loss to the world.
How to control the increasing number of ghosts, how to enable humans to protect themselves against powerful ghosts, how to prevent the Son of the World, who possesses mysterious powers, from using his abilities to do evil... these are the problems that Si Qi needs to solve right now.
Xiu Xiu watched the Son of the World stagger away through the camera, monitoring his latest movements. While watching Si Qi fall into thought, she cleverly gave Si Qi an idea: [Master, do you remember that you went to a world before, and that world had a system called "Hell". Do you want us to learn from that world and create a reincarnation system?]
Si Qi raised his eyebrows: [Do you know how to do it?]
Xiu Xiu scratched his head: [I don't know... Master, didn't you learn it when you were in that world? 】
Xiu Xiu thought his master was the best in the world and could do everything!!
Si Qi was helpless: [This is probably something that only the way of heaven or the Lord God can do]
Xiu Xiu: [But Xiu Xiu thinks his master is so powerful, maybe he can figure it out by studying it for a while? ]
Si Qi couldn't help laughing, and the transformed finger gently tapped the boy's head: [You think so highly of me, then I'll figure it out]
Think about the world power that other fast-travelers can't easily master, but he uses it as naturally and casually as breathing. Si Qi thought to himself that he has always been a genius, maybe he can really do something that no one else can do, and fix the reincarnation system.
Xiu Xiu covered his head and giggled: [Xiu Xiu's master will always be the most powerful!! 】
Xiu Xiu loves his master the most~~
While the master and the servant were talking, Si Qi came from the graveyard in the wilderness to the modern city under the night.
In Si Qi's vision, he saw black and gray smoke spreading in front of him, as if lines of ink had turned into substance, smearing randomly in the air around him, unsteadily dispersing, gathering, and increasing.
This made Si Qi feel as if he was in a hell full of fierce ghosts, or a ghost den of the undead in the fantasy world, and definitely not in the human world.
Ghosts would feel very comfortable staying in this place, and fierce ghosts would even become more bloodthirsty and powerful because of it. But humans would definitely not be able to withstand the impact of this environment, and would easily become mentally weak, impulsive and irritable, and the crime rate of the entire society would soar.
Si Qi saw hundreds of people walking by, talking and laughing, looking as natural as if they were all alive, except that their skin was a little paler and their bodies were more or less stained with blood.
Looking up at the dark sky, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Si Qi was sure that all those in front of him were ghosts.
Some ghosts sensed Si Qi's presence, looked at his rare ancient robe and his stunningly beautiful face, and couldn't help but smile at him in a friendly way.
Some girls blushed quietly because they made eye contact with him.
The reaction is exactly the same as that of a human...
A teenager walked past Si Qi and saw that he was wearing ancient costume, so he took the initiative to talk to him and said with a smile: "Brother, did you die while being a COSER or filming a costume drama, or are you a real ancient ghost?"
Si Qi thought about it and said: "It should be an ancient person. It's been too long and I can't remember clearly."
"Ah, that's it." The boy stroked his hair with an innocent look on his face: "I don't remember how long I have been dead. I only remember that I haven't become a singer yet, and I haven't written a song that satisfies me...so I can't just disappear like this."
Si Qi felt more and more that the ghosts in this world were completely different from the ghosts seen in other worlds, and asked: "Why do we become ghosts? Can everyone become a ghost after death?"
"That's not the case. Only those who have obsessions when they die can become ghosts." The boy spoke in a very relaxed tone, without any of the "temperament" of the ghosts in horror movies.
Si Qi felt that after losing their lives and becoming ghosts, these people must have completely lost the worldly desires for power and gain that they had when they were alive. Money, houses, power, and reputation have all become a thing of the past. There are very few things that they care about, and only the "obsession" that the boy mentioned remains.
Therefore, when Si Qi asked, the boy, who seemed to care about nothing except obsession, immediately told everything he knew without reservation.
"As long as the obsession in my heart is fulfilled, I can disappear." The boy said cheerfully: "I want to be a great singer, write songs, hold concerts, and be liked by everyone! You must come to listen when the time comes! If I sing to my heart's content and you are satisfied, then maybe I can realize my dream and disappear smoothly!"
Si Qi smiled, but his heart sank.
The murderous intent that came to him scared Xiu Xiu, and he couldn't help but say: [Master, Master, what's wrong with you? ]
Could it be that his master really disliked this young ghost in front of him? But after
taking a closer look at the other party's peaceful and harmless, even a little cute smile, Xiu Xiu really couldn't understand why Si Qi suddenly got angry.
Si Qi restrained his emotions, and while listening to the boy's happy imagination of the future when his wish was fulfilled, he said to Xiu Xiu: [I found that these ghosts are like ordinary humans, without any threat, and even more pure and beautiful than ordinary human thoughts]
Isn't this a good thing? Xiu Xiu was even more confused: [Then...? ]
Si Qi frowned: [You forgot what the world consciousness and the Son of the World are going to do next? ]
Xiu Xiu thought about it carefully, and after a moment, his body suddenly tensed up, his face full of astonishment.
In the original world line, the Son of the World would become more and more powerful and famous under the protection of the world consciousness. In order to "protect" humans from being harmed by ghosts, he killed tens of millions of ghosts all over the country in one go, and became famous in the world of the living, and was praised forever.
Even though the price of his fame was the begging and crying of countless ghosts, the living could not see what he did or what he killed. The Son of the World had no pressure at all when he was killing.
It was when Si Qi realized this that he suddenly developed a strong desire to kill the Son of the World - he was a real executioner and a murderer, stepping on other people's corpses in exchange for his own fame and fortune, and never told people that the people you asked me to kill were actually your relatives and friends who still had feelings and memories.
Moreover, the Son of the World has no idea what effect the increase of ghosts will have on human beings. No one can tell him such things from such a high perspective. He kills ghosts purely for his own benefit. He even thinks that he is as powerful as a god because he can take away the lives of intelligent species at will.
This makes him even more hateful.
In the cognition of the world consciousness, the illusory ghosts cannot provide any help to the society. Even when their number increases, they will threaten the lives of living people. So even if the ghosts have no intention of harming people, the world consciousness must treat them as weeds that will take away the nutrients of flowers and ruthlessly shovel them out, otherwise the living humans are innocent.
If Si Qi does not appear, these ghosts are doomed to die - but now Si Qi is here.
Looking at the boy who was talking to him passionately and trying to play a song for him on the spot with the guitar on his back, Si Qi smiled and said, "You have a nice voice. Singing will definitely be more effective." "
Really!" The boy smiled brightly. Under the curious gaze of the ghosts around him, he walked to a higher place, sat down and gently stroked the strings of the guitar. Instantly, beautiful and soothing music sounded in the air.
Many ghosts gathered around with smiles, listening to the boy's performance silently. The boy sang softly, his voice was cheerful and bright, and the style was pure without even a trace of impurities. This was music that could reach the human soul.
Just listening to this song, Si Qi felt that his body and mind were baptized.
He even thought of a world long, long ago, where the races in that world regarded music as their life and dedicated everything they had to the most beautiful music in the world.
The song Si Qi heard at that time was exactly the same as the boy's song at this moment... clean, pure, and touching.
Si Qi pursed his lips, and his eyes gradually became deep. He listened carefully to the song that the boy played with his heart, and when the boy waved his arms to thank everyone with a smile on his face, he clapped like all the ghosts, and then slowly turned around and left the crowd.
When he walked out, he heard a child crying in fear in the building next to him. The girl with a strong negative energy hid in her bed and trembled. She called her parents in a broken voice and said that she heard a very strange sound again. This time it was a boy singing outside...
But there was obviously no one there.
The parents comforted the girl that it was all an illusion, but the girl loudly and stubbornly said that she really heard it.
The parents were woken up from their sleep by the girl many times during this period. They had experienced too many such things, and their words were somewhat impatient. They could not understand the girl's experience, so they thought that the girl was crazy and unreasonable, and even suspected that she had a mental problem.
The girl could not get the right and effective comfort. She was afraid and aggrieved. After a big fight with her parents, she turned off her phone and cried helplessly in her quilt.
Listening to the crying of the little girl and looking at the happy face of the boy behind him, Si Qi lowered his eyes slightly.
Both sides are right.
It's just that there is a lack of a suitable solution.
The author has something to say:
Thank you for the mines of the blue sea~
Don't worry, this copy is not scary at all hahahaha.
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