Over time, the underworld gave rise to spirits, and the resulting consciousness slowly said, "This is your former self."
Qu Jian'er, cracking sunflower seeds, concluded, "No wonder I learn all kinds of magic so quickly. It turns out I used to be obsessed, and my mental strength must be unmatched."
The consciousness of the underworld: "..." That's true, but I still feel like the other party is being really annoying, and my hands are itching.
Qu Jian'er spat out the sunflower seed shells and grasped the key point: "So, the underworld is just a cardboard box now. Apart from countless resentments and death energy, it's completely useless?"
That underworld consciousness was reluctant to admit it, but there was nothing it could do; it was an unavoidable fact.
Qu Jian'er squinted, and the fly rubbed its hands together: "Come on, let me show you how to put your remaining energy to use!"
The consciousness of the underworld suddenly became alert, but the humans in front of it had already begun their actions.
The other party was not defeated by the fact that he could not become a god, and therefore resented the whole world.
Why doesn't she care?
The consciousness of the underworld was confused: "Don't you hate it? You could have become the last god, but you were stripped of your right and reduced to a soul-reaping messenger. Later, you were forced to become human and live a lonely and miserable life!"
It's hard to accept just from the description, let alone from Qu Jian'er who has personally experienced it.
The underworld finally welcomed a soul.
It has already made preparations in secret. As long as the person in front of it is bewitched by it, it can take the opportunity to merge with them and escape the prison that has imprisoned it for thousands of years.
To live on in place of the other person.
What can be done?
The humans in front of them didn't take it seriously.
The other party even bent over and drew back and forth, without the slightest fluctuation in their soul, and without revealing any flaws.
This left it completely at a loss.
The underworld consciousness went berserk, its voice turning sinister: "Are you even listening to me?!"
Qu Jian'er straightened up.
She thought about it carefully.
Just when the consciousness of the underworld thought Qu Jian'er was going to give it a serious reply, it was as if she was being indifferent.
Qu Jian'er thought to herself, "I created a ghost app, but I don't have enough power to support its operation. So, I need base stations. I plan to build a few energy towers here to keep you company. I think you won't have any objections."
Hearing nothing but nonsense.
The underworld consciousness had lost its gentle nature; it had previously used most of its power to attract people here.
We absolutely cannot let him get away!
It made a show of force, attempting to seize Qu Jian'er's soul and become her.
Who knows?
Qu Jian'er grasped it firmly.
The consciousness of the underworld panicked.
It has no physical form.
This means it's impossible to get caught.
Moreover, it dared to covet Qu Jian'er's soul only because she had been reincarnated.
In this degenerate age, it is impossible for her soul to cultivate to the point of being able to contend with it.
Little did they know.
If it were Qu Jian'er before the apocalypse, and she accidentally wandered into the underworld, she might have fallen into a trap.
but.
Qu Jian'er experienced the end of the world.
And they are the kind of people who successfully survived.
Her soul was also filled with "bloodshed and turmoil".
As a result, the book spirit Luo Li suffered a backlash because she spied on her soul.
If Qu Jian'er were to reincarnate more than ten times, her soul would be cleansed in each reincarnation.
However, Qu Jian'er's soul remained unchanged.
The apocalypse ended, until the age of interstellar travel.
Her soul remains unchanged.
Qu Jian'er grasped the consciousness of the underworld, her eyes narrowed, and a sinister smile appeared on her face: "This is the downside of seclusion and locking yourself away at home. You're out of touch with everyone, aren't you? You actually dared to covet your father's soul. Fine, I'll give you the chance to merge with me."
She seemed to be recounting an ordinary event, rather than wanting to retaliate and devour the consciousness of the underworld.
The consciousness of the underworld did not know where it had failed until the moment before it perished.
Qu Jian'er took the time to merge with the consciousness of the underworld, leaving behind the comment "not tasty".
Keep working hard.
Finally, after several days, she finished drawing the array and copied and pasted it to cover the entire underworld.
Next.
She hired "people" to build base station towers in the underworld and put the software on mobile phone stores.
Qu Jian'er stroked her chin: "As long as he builds a tower for me for free, I'll give him a lifetime trip to the underworld. Such a worthwhile offer will definitely attract a large number of recruiters."
She left the underworld.
He told Zuo Chen about it.
Successfully brought Zuo Chen into a state of utter terror.
Zuo Chen frowned: "Underworld consciousness?"
Qu Jian'er waved her hand: "Yes, it's alright. It's all gone now, without even leaving a last word."
Zuo Chen's expression remained unchanged.
Qu Jian'er continued to complain: "You don't know, its tone was a mix of arrogance, a sense of superiority, pride, and prejudice."
Zuo Chen: "..." Was there something strange mixed in with that last sentence?
Qu Jian'er slapped Zuo Chen's thigh and said loudly, "Judging from its arrogant tone, I always feel that there is no soul it cannot control. Little brat, I thought at the time that it was time to let it feel the mysterious power from the Qu family."
Zuo Chen, however, did not possess Qu Jian'er's composure.
He realized his own weakness.
The fact that he couldn't help Qu Jian'er at all in matters of metaphysics made him look serious.
Even in other areas, Qu Jian'er didn't need his help at all.
But having no weapons and having weapons but not using them.
These are completely different concepts.
Zuo Chen's deep breathing affected Qu Jian'er.
Qu Jian'er straightened Zuo Chen's face and looked at her: "You don't feel weak anymore, do you?"
Zuo Chen countered with a serious expression, "Isn't that right? I can't help you with this at all."
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