The magnificent high-rise buildings that once stood tall are all like this.
This reminded Fengling of something: the Demon-Suppressing Stele.
Those tall buildings, in his eyes at that moment, resembled towering tombstones.
It suppresses people's souls.
Countless souls are within it, yet have nowhere to rest, merely wandering within it.
When it's time to leave work, I'll rest on another tombstone.
Most people are merely the sustenance that keeps society running.
Only a few can stand in the light.
They can stand still and bask in the sunlight.
Many more people are moving forward in the dark; they cannot stop, for if they do, they will be eliminated.
They will forever lose the chance to bask in the sunlight.
Although this opportunity may never have existed in the first place.
But it's still better than being trampled into the mud and waiting for life to naturally decay.
Some people simply lie down and wait for the end of their lives.
This is just how the world is; there's nothing strange about it.
However, looking at it from a different perspective, the wind chimes are still quite stunning.
Sitting on a high-rise building, even with my eyes covered, I can see farther and more clearly through my spiritual vision.
Then he saw a food delivery worker on the ground, riding a small electric scooter.
He was moving very fast, racing against time, with a long trail of black smoke trailing behind him, leaving everything else behind.
I saw another disabled person begging on the roadside, head bowed.
His hands trembled as he clasped them together, his fingers unable to straighten, making a begging gesture.
His mouth was open, as if even breathing was difficult.
But what he exhaled was all black smoke.
Perhaps, they are begging while simultaneously cursing the world.
I also saw the traffic jam, with black smoke gathering above the heads of all the drivers.
Swaying in the wind, it seemed to have taken on the appearance of a menacing monster.
These foul energies are all the causes of the formation of the demon race.
This is also why the demon race cannot be eradicated in this world.
This is why some people, after transforming into demons, choose to take revenge on society.
It's too complicated; these are just the tip of the iceberg.
The wind chimes remained silent, lost in thought:
What does the world look like through the eyes of Tianya and Xiaoxiao?
Suddenly, a glimmer of golden light appeared in the ink-wash painting-like world.
It is a spirit master and a monster fighting in a hidden corner.
Suddenly, a thick plume of smoke rose into the sky from afar, like an airdrop.
But the smoke wasn't red; it was black.
Upon seeing this, Ruotinghan, along with Fengling, flashed to the top of the black smoke.
This is in a garden.
There are antique buildings that are full of historical charm.
But in the wind chime's view, the white wall was marked with black marks, exuding an eerie aura.
Like wormholes on bones.
Instantly, the entire garden lost its ethereal charm.
Instead, it resembles a dilapidated ruin.
The black mist looked as if tens of thousands of dead souls were buried beneath it, eerily terrifying.
The secluded pool in the garden seemed bottomless, as if it harbored monsters.
There was a thin man in a deserted courtyard in this garden.
He was stomping on a briefcase, a twisted smile on his face.
The billowing black smoke didn't just emanate from the briefcase.
It was still emanating from that person.
He just laughed, stomping and bouncing on it.
It emitted a chilling laugh.
After a while, I bent down and lifted it up, and saw a pool of blood on the ground.
Once opened, black energy surged out and soared into the sky!
The briefcase was a bloody mess, and it was impossible to tell what kind of creature it was.
He merely glanced around before throwing the body into a pond in the garden.
The bloodstains dissolved, and the body sank to the bottom.
But the black mist rose from below, staining the entire pool black.
Unfortunately, the world cannot see it.
The person then washed their hands and bag by the pool.
Turn around and search for the next prey.
After walking a few steps, I saw another kitten strolling gracefully in the garden.
He squatted down with a smile on his face.
"Mimi, come here..."
Although Feng Ling's eyes were covered, her face had already darkened, and she asked in confusion:
"Shouldn't they do something about this kind of person?"
If you hear Han say calmly:
"The demon race will deal with him eventually. It's a cycle."
Feng Ling remained silent for a while. Ruo Tinghan's face remained expressionless, and he didn't pay any attention to it, seemingly not intending to make a move.
Suddenly, a mark flashed in Fengling's hand.
Then a wind blade flew downwards.
The man was still squatting on the ground, his body radiating a black aura with a smiling expression.
Suddenly I felt something above my head.
I looked up, but saw nothing.
Swish—
A gust of wind blew in!
Meow--
The cat was so frightened that its fur stood on end and it quickly ran away.
The person had already been split in two by the wind chime.
The two halves of the body lay scattered on either side of the scratch on the ground, as if cut by metal.
Ruo Tinghan turned to look at the wind chimes, but said nothing.
The wind chime simply said:
"Why are you looking at me? Didn't you tell me to kill him?"
"when?"
"You said the demons would deal with him. I am a demon."
Ruo Tinghan suddenly smiled:
"Next time, try a different move. Do you know how much that marble tile on the ground costs? Just chop it up like that."
"Haha, it's okay, just put it on the tab for two hundred dollars. That guy is loaded."
As she spoke, Fengling saw that the corpse was bursting with even more turbulent black energy than before.
Ahh—
A shrill scream rang out, signaling that the creature was about to transform into a demon on the spot!
Hearing the commotion, the patrolling spirit masters finally rushed over.
Upon seeing this, Ruo Tinghan immediately conjured a ball of golden flame, burning the man's corpse to ashes.
As for the wind chime, it used spiritual magic to shatter the demon into pieces before it even took shape.
When the surrounding spirit masters arrived, they only saw a demon soul floating in the air.
If you hear the wind chimes asking about the cold:
"What about the cat demon in the pool? What are you going to do with it? It won't be long before it turns into a demon."
The wind chimes chuckled softly:
"Why don't you say so now? A spiritual master will take care of it. Isn't this just a vicious cycle?"
"Aren't you a spiritualist?"
"Too."
He sighed as he spoke.
At this moment, the water in the pool suddenly began to ripple.
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