Haiyinsi Suyou had a headache, and the pain at that moment almost knocked him out. However, before his brain could react belatedly to what kind of supreme catastrophe this would be for his sensory nerves, that perception disappeared without a trace.

The sudden disappearance of the pain made Haiyin Temple Suyou touch his finger hesitantly to confirm that it was still there, continuing to play its role.

The pain that disappeared so quickly that it didn't even have time to leave any deep impression in Haiyinsi Suyou's mind is usually attributed to an illusion, but Haiyinsi Suyou is accustomed to and trusting his intuition, which is sometimes even more accurate than thinking.

He did not think this was an illusion; on the contrary, Haiyin Temple Suyou firmly believed that this was a provocation and warning.

But in his red eyes there was no fear of the wild god who ordinary people could not disobey, as if this so-called severe threat was just a painless remark.

At this moment, his heart was calmer than ever before, or he had a feeling of sudden enlightenment or joy.

No matter what the true nature of Nakahara Chuuya is, at least the Aragami shown at this moment clearly showed wariness and fear towards his existence.

Even though it couldn't be said to be facing a formidable enemy, the only remaining voice of this terrifying ghost that was similar to human reason was reminding him of the danger.

Ghosts are special and unique things, and unlike clairvoyants, even if one has the talent to be in the same dimension as such powerful ghosts, that is, a clairvoyant who can see ghosts of this level, cannot compare to ghosts of the same level in terms of smelling danger.

Only lower-level ghosts and gods would be controlled by their appetite to attack opponents they could not reach, and ghosts and gods of the level of the wild gods would only be the most sensitive and cunning.

They are all danger detectors that are more accurate and sensitive than radar. Even the best clairvoyants will be dull when facing ghosts and gods.

The God of Wilderness can obviously see things that even fellow ghosts and gods may not be able to perceive, otherwise such intimidation should only be directed at the vest, rather than going to great lengths to give his original body temporary pain through psychological suggestion.

This undoubtedly shows that in the eyes of the God of Wilderness, he has become a threatening existence.

Although he himself can at least be considered a human being so far, the other parts of him, in a sense, may not be something that ordinary people can achieve in the sense represented by these four words.

With the help of the system, Haiyin Temple Suyou once again discovered the usefulness of faith value.

Due to the distance, the God of Wilderness may not be able to feel the strength of his power, which is why the God of Wilderness regards him as a warning of the same kind. If it were not for the special state of Haiyin Temple Suyou itself, an ordinary person who could only see the God of Wilderness would have had the meaning of his existence instantly wiped out by this way of communicating between ghosts and gods.

In this case, the only things that the wild gods consider to be of the same kind are the faith values ​​gained before the journey to Kaiin Temple. Except for a very small number of humans, I am afraid that many psychics will never be able to see and understand the role of faith values ​​in their entire lives.

But ghosts and gods are different. For ghosts and gods who can reach the level of wild gods, appetite has become the lowest level of desire. What they desire is to gain offerings and faith from humans and even other creatures by proclaiming legends or giving rewards.

This is to seek the so-called upgrade, and this is also what Haiyin Temple Suyou wants to do with the help of the system's power. Although they are called ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods are absolutely unable to reach the concept of gods in essence, just like the difference between a skin-less snake and a real dragon.

In some ways, Huang Shen and Kaionji Suyou can be regarded as competitors. Becoming a god is the ultimate pursuit of every civilized ghost and god, and in a world, there can only be one miracle.

In order to achieve his goal and prevent the world from turning into upgraded ghosts and gods, and to understand the extremely confusing truth that is before him at this moment, Haiyin Temple's only choice from beginning to end is to win.

Just like what he experienced from childhood to adulthood, before he had enough ability,

If he wants to survive, he has to make no mistakes at all, otherwise he will be devoured by the powerful ghosts and gods who discover that he has clairvoyance.

This is a road with no margin for error. Every gear must roll into the correct groove, and every accident must be eliminated in time before it is exposed.

Even though this road is destined to be full of hardships and may even leave him alone in the end, Kaiinji Suyou had already anticipated such a possibility since he rejected Natsume Takashi's invitation.

Thinking that even the young man in the light-colored windbreaker could no longer share such a broken world with him, Haiyinsi Suyou clenched his fists, then loosened them with relief. He was no longer the boy who had been anxiously pursuing the same kind of person just in front of Hachisha Lady at the beginning.

Loneliness and fear were no longer unbearable things. What he could not bear the most was being inexplicably forced to sacrifice for the so-called righteousness and dying in obscurity.

Recalling his chaotic thoughts, Haiyin Temple Suyou exhaled lightly, feeling that something heavy in his heart seemed to be slowly peeling away, and his mentality gradually revealed some joyful attitude.

At this moment, inside the candy factory, the battle between Roald Dahl and the God of the Wilderness was approaching its end in an expected way.

The fighting level of ghosts and gods usually depends on three aspects, namely the right time, right place and right people. Night and one's own territory are naturally the most suitable places to exert their strength. If one happens to have one's own believers around, then it will naturally be twice the result with half the effort.

Unfortunately, the wild god who was trying to quickly defeat and devour Roald Dahl had no chance of winning. Moreover, as the container, Nakahara Chuuya was not an object that could be controlled at will, so his resistance was extremely fierce.

The consciousness belonging to the wild god was only forced to awaken as a self-rescue, but it was unable to completely suppress Nakahara Chuuya's own will, and he had to fight in a semi-finished state.

All of the above makes this battle suspenseful, but the viewing value is not lost too much due to the suspense of the two sides.

There is no other reason, it is just because Roald Dahl's ability is really full of bizarre ideas in some aspects.

Jelly bean guards, hard candy planes, and bubble gum bombs continuously attacked the direction of the Aragami. Although it was not a sophisticated attack method, it was interesting enough, just like a child's fantasy game of candy soldiers fighting Godzilla.

However, those attacks were indeed dangerous, and in large numbers. It was obvious that the wild god could not withstand such an attack mode, although the red giant was constantly recovering from the damage on his body.

However, Dazai Osamu still seemed to only be able to see the embryo in the form of a fleshy ball, but he didn't know that such an existence had already turned into a terrible monster.

It was not a reflection that only showed a trace when Zhongyuan Zhongye used his supernatural powers, but a real evil spirit that could not be looked at directly, heard, or talked about.

However, candy is a food that humans have loved since ancient times. In terms of its universal existence, it carries the values ​​of happiness, joy, and hope in addition to sweetness. Therefore, it is unexpectedly offensive when facing ghosts and gods.

[What a cute way of attacking. I wonder if those shells and soldiers can be eaten.]

[I really want to buy one to take home. The exploding bubble gum is so cool.]

[If it's for sale somewhere, I'd definitely buy it. Sorry wallet, I really need that cool thing]

[It seems that it is only a matter of time before Mr. Dahl wins. The speed of the ghosts has obviously slowed down.]

[I am so nervous. I wonder if there will be danger if the ghosts and gods are destroyed. I am so worried.]

[That shouldn't be the case. I remember Mr. Dahl said earlier that the employees are well-trained and that death is not allowed in the candy factory?]

[Although I really want to say that this seems to be a sudden phenomenon, I am sure that the candy factory’s employee manual does not include any countermeasures for this.]

[I agree, but when I saw the negative zone and the aging potion, I was stunned the whole time. I am not surprised by anything that happens.]

[Agree with the above, I have become the one who barks whatever Mr. Dahl says. No, it should be right, right, right.]

[You have exposed something upstairs, but if it is Mr. Dahl, everything that happened is expected.]

As part of Roald Dahl's ability, the candy factory itself can be adjusted at will with just a thought, but the barrage does not seem to be clear about this. Roald Dahl's previous words obviously made them have some strange guesses.

Haiyin Temple Suyou looked at the ever-increasing faith value, holding his chin in a good mood. Naturally, he would not do anything unnecessary.

The wild god, who was bullied by those sweet snacks for a while, roared in vain. The sounds that could not be understood and produced by the human language system filled Haiyin Temple Suyou's brain. However, after the first adaptation process, he did not feel uncomfortable.

When the last attack was about to fall, Haiyin Temple Suyou suddenly controlled Roald Dahl to stop.

The red color that stood tall and straight began to shrink slowly, and the consciousness belonging to Nakahara Chuuya finally gained the upper hand.

The demon's outer shell, made of red energy, was like snow being baked by a scorching fire. It soon melted bit by bit and disappeared into the air like water vapor.

It would not be quite accurate to say that they disappeared. To be more precise, they were taken over by the black "air". Roald Dahl was sure that he heard the happy trembling of those little black guys, as happy as children who had eaten and drunk enough.

He had no intention of stopping it. Although his instinct was inadvertently revealed, causing the God of Wilderness to change its form, in the final analysis, it was the God of Wilderness himself who took the initiative to fight.

The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy is an ancient truth. As an extension of his ability, it is not excessive to absorb some of the black "gas" in these negative areas as a reward that will not harm Chuuya Nakahara himself.

After all, no matter how strong one's character is, it is easy for one's mind to be occupied by ghosts and gods. Helping Chuuya Nakahara absorb the abilities of some overly domineering gods is, in a sense, a good thing to help Chuuya Nakahara master his own abilities.

Perhaps because he had consumed too much energy, the petite port mafia officer did not wake up immediately, but remained quietly unconscious.

The man in a lavender velvet tuxedo carefully poked Nakahara Chuuya with the top of his cane, as if he was checking to see if the young man had any injuries. After confirming that the mafia was not in any serious trouble, he immediately jumped up from the ground.

He seemed to have finally remembered Dazai Osamu, whom he had just stuffed into the soft ground made of black mist, and picked up the young man in the light-colored windbreaker as neatly as if he were pulling a radish.

When Dazai was first pressed into the black ground, he thought about escaping, but he soon found that it was not an easy task. By the time Roald Dahl finished the battle, he was tired of trying to drown himself in the swampy black ground and almost fell asleep in it.

"What a wolf you are, little slug."

Looking at Nakahara Chuuya lying on the ground, Dazai Osamu laughed at him mercilessly, which confirmed the rumor that they had a bad relationship. Although Kaionji Suyou did not completely believe it, if their relationship was really bad, Dazai Osamu would probably not care so much about the young man.

But one thing is certain, if the person concerned could hear, the person lying here would probably be replaced.

Roald Dahl carried Nakahara Chuuya on his back with great ease. Dazai Osamu naturally could not be relied upon. The young man in the light-colored windbreaker had already acted as if he was in charge of the business. After confirming that Nakahara Chuuya would not die, he completely ignored him, looking like a scumbag.

When he was about to use Roald Dahl's vest to remotely order the Oompa-Loompas to lower another elevator down to pick them up, he suddenly felt as if something was missing.

Just as the door of their glass elevator was about to close, Nakajima Atsushi was finally remembered by his irresponsible senior in the detective agency.

"Oh, it seems Atsushi is still down there." Dazai Osamu said calmly as he looked at the white-haired boy below him who was jumping up and down with his mouth wide open as if shouting.

"You're still quite energetic." He looked so anxious that he almost tried to step on his left foot to fly up to the sky.

The little tiger chasing the elevator, Dazai Osamu exclaimed with a smile.

Roald Dahl also discovered the left-behind little passenger almost at the same time. He was busy directing the black mist to digest the "gift" from the wild god and didn't have the energy to take care of that for a while.

Nakajima Atsushi's heart jumped up before, and after listening to Dazai Osamu's series of riddles, he was knocked unconscious. Now he was almost forgotten here. It was really heartbreaking to hear and see.

After finally getting back on the warm and bright glass elevator, Nakajima Atsushi's heart, which had been hurt by the black fog and Dazai Osamu, was finally healed a little, and he almost kissed the ground with tears in his eyes.

"Almost forgotten..." The white-haired boy muttered in the corner with a depressed look on his face. Roald Dahl handed him another handful of butterfly candies with sympathy.

Although he ate the candy without noticing it, at least after purple smoke came out of his ears and he successfully choked Dazai Osamu, Nakajima Atsushi's mood obviously improved.

"I feel like I missed a lot of the plot." Nakajima Atsushi squatted half a meter away from Nakahara Chuuya, looking at the unconscious Mafia, and said thoughtfully.

"But it's great that everyone is alright. I thought something really big had happened. It's really dangerous when supernatural powers go out of control."

Nakajima Atsushi complained in shock, believing what Dazai Osamu and Roald Dahl said. Dazai Osamu rarely showed his bad taste, and the two of them reached a consensus silently and tacitly, keeping the white-haired boy who was very easy to deceive in the dark.

"Where are we going to visit next?" Nakajima Atsushi leaned on the glass and looked outside. Although it was pitch black outside, he could not see anything.

Although he believed what Roald Dahl and Dazai Osamu said, he still felt that the atmosphere in the elevator was a little strange, and it seemed that he shouldn't be standing there.

His attempt to change the subject and liven up the atmosphere was responded to, and Nakajima Atsushi looked at the ever-energetic Roald Dahl with gratitude.

The man did not answer his question immediately, but asked: "What do you think?"

"Eh, what I think?" Nakajima Atsushi was a little confused. He felt again that he seemed to have really been unconscious for a while and missed hundreds of episodes. Did something happen somewhere he didn't know?

"Well, to put it another way, Dun, do you remember the purpose of my taking everyone to visit the candy factory?" The man in the maroon lavender tuxedo asked with a smile on his face, as if this ordinary question made him very happy.

"Choosing a successor?"

Nakajima Atsushi blurted out the question without knowing why, but he knew all the precautions of the golden ticket by heart.

"Yes, that's right, and now the result is clear." The man nodded, and the smile on his face became more gentle.

"Understand, understand?" Nakajima Atsushi repeated Roald Dahl's words in amazement. He was really stunned.

"Of course, congratulations, kid."