"What!"
"What's so strange about it?"
Everyone looked around in alarm, but found nothing.
"Fang Xiu, what nonsense are you spouting at a time like this? Where is the trickery?"
A colleague, quite frightened, glared angrily at Fang Xiu.
"Yeah, yeah, what time is it, and you're still deliberately trying to scare people."
Fang Xiu looked at everyone calmly. His handsome, fair face appeared even more exquisite in the darkness, and coupled with his emotionless expression, he gave people an eerie feeling of being a living doll.
Everyone felt uneasy under the gaze of those still, lifeless eyes.
Even the voices condemning him gradually weakened.
Suddenly, Fang Xiu spoke.
"Wang Xiaoli has disappeared."
Wang Xiaoli?
“Nonsense, Wang Xiaoli is right next to me, Wang Xiaoli, say something!” a colleague hurriedly called out.
As a result, Wang Xiaoli did not respond.
The man's heart skipped a beat. He quickly used his phone to take a picture and was shocked to find that Wang Xiaoli, who had been standing next to him, was indeed gone.
"Wang Xiaoli! Wang Xiaoli!"
He called out twice, but received no response.
This caused an uproar among the crowd.
"Wang Xiaoli has really disappeared!"
"Could it really be a ghost appearing?"
"Fang Xiu, what did you see the ghost look like?" Wang Ziteng suddenly asked.
Although Wang Ziteng and Fang Xiu had a conflict, he wouldn't resort to violence in the face of a life-or-death crisis.
Fang Xiu calmly replied, "My vision was obstructed in the darkness, so I didn't see the ghost, I only saw Wang Xiaoli disappear."
His calm demeanor made it seem as if what had just vanished was not a person, but an ant.
When a normal person sees such a bizarre situation, they will at least look panicked, if not scream loudly.
Fang Xiu calmly recounted the process of Wang Xiaoli's disappearance without any emotional fluctuation.
The people present weren't fools. Having been in the workplace for many years, everyone had a knack for reading between the lines, and it was obvious to everyone that Fang Xiu's composure was somewhat abnormal.
Wang Ziteng suddenly looked suspicious: "Fang Xiu, you don't seem afraid of ghosts at all. Could you be a spirit master?"
Fang Xiu shook his head and asked in return, "What is a Spirit Master?"
The look of doubt in Wang Ziteng's eyes deepened.
"A Spirit Master is someone who controls their own spirituality. I don't really understand the specifics, but spirituality seems to be the power of the mind. My cousin said that there is a huge power hidden in the human mind, but everyone's mind is covered in dust, like a luminous pearl covered in dust."
A spirit master is someone who wipes away the dust, allowing the soul to shine with spiritual light.
Wang Ziteng wanted to continue explaining, but Wu Dahai interrupted him directly: "Young Master Wang! What time is it? How can you still have time to explain? People have already started disappearing. You should think of a way to escape."
"Shut up!" Wang Ziteng roared. "Escape? How? Where can we escape to? Only three people have disappeared so far. If we wander around and trigger some taboo, we might all die!"
Furthermore, the secrets I'm about to reveal are matters of life and death for us!
What do you think Spirit Masters come from? They are not born that way, but rather acquire it through training.
The best way to break this deadlock right now is for someone to become a Spirit Master!
"So, Spirit Masters are trained in the Ghost Realm?" Fang Xiu suddenly asked.
Wang Ziteng nodded with some surprise, seemingly astonished that Fang Xiu could still maintain such sharp judgment.
"That's right, the only way to become a Spirit Master is to rely on the power of the uncanny!"
As I said before, everyone's heart is in a state of dust, and to cleanse the heart, two conditions must be met.
One is to experience the great terror between life and death. Only by going through the baptism of life and death can the dust in one's heart be loosened, or one can be subjected to some major stimulation, which can also stimulate the heart.
The second is to come into contact with the supernatural, allowing its power to invade the mind.
Just like a rag, it wipes away the dust.
However, it is important to note that while the power of the uncanny can wipe away the dust from the soul, it also carries a kind of pollution, thus both brightening and corrupting the soul.
If we compare the soul to a dusty, luminous pearl, then the evil force is like a bloodstained rag; in wiping away the dust, it inevitably stains the pearl with blood.
So-called spiritual radiance is actually a product of the mind's own inherent brilliance being distorted.
After listening to this, Fang Xiu had already made up his mind.
It seems this is a world of idealism, where the power of a spirit master originates from the combination of their own mind and strange forces.
The state between life and death is the catalyst for both, just like chemical reactions that require heating; the state between life and death is the heating process.
Thinking of this, Fang Xiu was slightly puzzled. He had already satisfied his needs for both life and death and contact with the supernatural, so why hadn't his spirituality been ignited? Or had it already been ignited but he hadn't noticed it?
At this moment, Wang Ziteng continued to explain: "Therefore, everyone present has the opportunity to become a Spirit Master. Once someone becomes a Spirit Master, there is hope of escaping the Ghost Realm!"
"What are the characteristics of illuminating one's own spirituality?" Fang Xiu asked again.
"First, one's physical abilities surpass those of ordinary people, and one's senses become extremely sensitive. Furthermore, after one's spirituality is awakened, one will awaken a unique ability. This ability is a reflection of one's own soul. No two souls are exactly alike, so no two abilities are exactly alike."
Ability? A reflection of the soul?
Fang Xiu's first thought was death and rewind. Could this be his ability?
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