Chapter 115 Snowfall

As a comic reader on the forum said, Liu Shuyu and others are not that weak.

When Pei Lin shouted, "The realm of the alien Su Qing can control others!", everyone was shocked, but they also knew who the two people in front of them were.

There is no way that spiritualists would allow so many spirits to exist. They also know that they cannot fight against S-level spirits.

But things weren't so bad that everyone would be destroyed here.

As spiritual masters, they shouldered this responsibility and stood in the shadows. They had long been prepared to die at the hands of the evil spirits.

Should he die cleanly like this, or should he do everything he can to drag a few strange spirits with him to be buried with him?

Any spiritualist will choose the latter.

The only thing they need to guard against is that after death they may become ghosts due to excessive emotional confusion.

However, any spiritual master would have ways to deal with this.

When you die, your body disintegrates and your soul perishes. This is always your own choice, not someone else's request.

In this case, face up to your own incompetence.

If he couldn't kill an S-level alien, how could he not kill a mere A-level alien Fu Zexun?

Nearly a hundred spiritual masters all fixed their gazes on the alien spirit Fu Zexun.

To put it bluntly, with so many people, even if they were massacred, if one person died per second, we could still buy more than a minute.

In this one minute or so, is there no spiritualist who can kill the alien spirit Fu Zexun?

"As an A-rank, how dare you act like you want to wipe us all out here? Where do you get the nerve to do that?"

"It's just a ghost, just a melee. It's like no one has ever experienced it before."

These psychics who studied the Department of Supernatural when they were students had basically all participated in class-wide melees. That was not even an exception, but a daily occurrence.

It would be fine if he had no experience, but he did have experience, and Fu Zexun also graduated from an academy...

"Even if you become a spirit, Fu Zexun, you shouldn't eat your own brain."

"And killed us? Yes, it is true. There is a saying in the academy that has been around for more than a hundred years. A-level spirits can only be defeated by multi-person battles, but now I think that only S-level spirits can be killed by multi-person battles. The academy's intelligence, which is a hundred years behind, is also time to update it."

"Although I'm not as good as the young ones, it's a coincidence that there are also people among us who are at level 89 in the digitized files. I'm just one step away. What if I get upgraded under the pressure of the S-level spirits?"

"You are the one who should be killed!"

In an instant, countless people took action.

Their cooperation was not so tacit, but their goals were extremely tacit.

Is there anything more natural than a psychic killing a spirit?

That's all.

Therefore, killing all the strange spirits in sight is the most important thing they should do.

"We have over a hundred people trying to kill a bunch of you. Just give us a fight. Don't say we don't give you face."

"I've never seen spirits that cooperate so well with each other. To be honest, after graduating for many years, there are very few opportunities for teammates to cooperate. This time, you spirits have made it possible to have a nostalgic film, haha."

"Just a bug!" The voices coming from all directions made the alien spirit Su Qing so angry that he almost vomited blood.

But his hands still pretended to be in control, and the control of most of the realms had actually been handed over to the death row prisoners.

He had been controlling these people before, so that they would not leave their bodies and turn into spirits when they were about to die.

Of course, this control does not mean that he cares much about those idiots who want to become spirits and hope to gain eternal life.

He did this only because Fu Zexun asked him to.

That mad dog planned to combine these death row prisoners into one, and wanted to turn them into a collective S-level spirit.

The alien spirit Su Qing didn't want to cooperate, but he had no choice.

All thoughts of slaughtering the spiritualists turned into an indescribable fucked-up feeling at this moment.

He is an S-level spirit!

——But why don’t these humans have any fear of him?

If the spiritual master knew that the alien spirit Su Qing had this idea, and knew that his original body was from the entertainment industry, he would probably point fingers at him and say, "What do you think the academy is?"

The classes there are not just about teaching people how to kill evil spirits.

Spiritual masters are also human beings and can also become spirits.

They just have a stronger will. When faced with their first transformation into a spirit, they forcibly control their thoughts and make everything turn positive, and finally become spiritual masters.

After that, what should we do if the second, third, fourth... and countless critical decisions arise?

Simply put, the academy will tell you that capable people don't need to make choices, and incompetent people have no choices.

Then what are you still entangled about?

Fuck him!

"I never thought that at the age of ten, I could still experience the kind of killing that only appeared in novels."

"Head-stealing?"

"What else?"

"Let's take it. This S-rank spirit must be dealt the final blow by me and penetrate its core!"

"Don't brag. What if you die here?"

"It doesn't matter if I die. If I become a ghost after death, I will definitely become a greedy ghost and find a way to eat it!"

"Ah... you have such a strong taste."

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"Boundary-Puppet!" The alien Su Qing finally exploded with a large-scale boundary.

Thick dark red fog spread over a large area, and the force fields controlled by countless spiritualists around themselves were severely eroded.

When their limbs were controlled by red threads, many spiritualists had already realized that their bodies no longer belonged to them.

No longer controlled by your own will.

But what is this thing called the body?

Spiritual masters have always used soul power.

As long as the soul is not dead!

As long as the soul power is not exhausted!

Everything is still capable of action.

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It's the end of November, a day when it never snows in this city.

But at this time, a small area of ​​heavy snow fell.

This is not a boundary, it is just a characteristic of ability bias that is often not noticed by others.

Lu Xue's ability - snow.

A heavy snow falls within the designated area, and each snowflake is an extension of the power of the soul.

Snowflakes cannot break the puppet threads controlled by S-level spirits, but snowflakes can descend on the side of S-level spirits indefinitely.

Used to block his view.

This seemed helpless, until one of the many spiritualists stepped out with an ability biased towards ice.

Working together, the extreme cooling allows the ice to form faster, and with only a small amount of soul power, ice crystals can be quickly formed at the location where the snowflakes fall.

But in the blink of an eye, the alien spirit Su Qing was sealed inside.

In just a moment, the ice shattered into pieces.

No one thought this could stop an S-rank spirit, but it was still a temporary control.

What if you can’t defeat the leader?

Recognize your own weakness and go chop down your younger brothers.

The original purpose of this group of spiritualists who were invited to help out was to deal with the strange spirits transformed from death row prisoners.

"I won't be at peace if I don't kill them!"

"Is there a possibility that the reason why these dead people did not turn into spirits immediately is because they were controlled by that S-level spirit?"

"If they die one by one and turn into ghosts one by one, they will definitely be trampled into mud by the feet of us. With so many people together, it seems a bit like the law is not responsible for the masses."

"No, the law should be enforced here. It's really too much to lift up these strange spirits."

When Pei Lin pierced the core of a spirit with his knife, he silently listened to the thoughts of the spiritualists around him, who were generally five years older than him.

These people have experiences that the students do not have, and they also have an open-mindedness that the students have not yet grasped.

They are sober and rational. They can easily hide their fear in their hearts and then think about how to kill the evil spirits.

And if they really die, they can also make a promise to each other...

"If I really die here, I'll ask the one who's still alive to pour two bottles of Moutai on my grave every year."

"Be a human being and don't bring harm to your teammates. Two bottles of Moutai, what do you think that is? It's all money! Money!"

"I'd like someone alive to burn some electronics for me."

"Don't prepare yourself to die—"

The person being controlled tried his best to mobilize his soul power, but he could not move his body at all.

They were merciless in their words and there was fear in their eyes, but they didn't even groan when their limbs were broken.

The blood dyed the ground red and the white snow turned red.

The cold wind blows across this place, but it cannot cool down every hot heart.

A large number of abilities and characteristics, both seen and unseen, expected and unexpected, were all utilized...

Are they powerless to resist?

At least those who were prepared to be killed by them early on, the death row prisoners who turned into ghosts——

There is no escape.

It was as if someone was telling Pei Lin in his ear:

Even if I really can't kill the S-rank spirit, I can still complete the mission.

The alien spirit Fu Zexun's expression became more and more ugly.

All the previous arrogance was crushed bit by bit by countless spiritual masters using facts.

He had never seen so many spiritual masters at once, or more precisely, so many A-level spiritual masters.

They should all have their own lives, either dealing with strange spirits or on their way to dealing with strange spirits.

But at this moment, they all came together.

It shouldn't have been aggregated.

But they all descended here.

The alien spirit Fu Zexun may have forgotten that spiritual masters who graduated from university do not need to write papers or defend themselves like ordinary students.

All they need is to get an A-level certificate.

To ensure that in this world where there are no S-rank spirits, even if they encounter an accident and die at the hands of a spirit, they must have the strength to deal with the vast majority of the spirits in this world.

Eighteen years old means you are an adult, and only after graduating from university can you be capable of facing this society.

This is the spiritual master system.

It is a system that can ensure that every spiritual master has his or her own life, while eliminating the elites.

In the eyes of high school students, it may seem a little fragile, a little chaotic, and a little unclear.

But in the eyes of graduates

It gives every spiritualist the courage to face strange spirits.

——I am very weak compared to my classmates, but the strongest person in this world is only an A-level spirit.

——What if an S-rank suddenly appears? Even a graduate like me who is so unskilled can become an A-rank. All the geniuses of the same era need is time and a unique opportunity.

From the moment the S-class appeared, time had already begun to flow through the A-class clerics of an unknown higher level.

"Realm - Ice and Snow World."

"Realm - Thorn Jungle."

"Realm - a dragnet."

…

What is destiny?

It is something that can be ridiculed as long as it is known.

——I know that I alone cannot resist fate, but if everyone chooses to resist it, then the value of the so-called fate is only to be resisted.

North city.

He Jingtong and two teammates were sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the suite. The flames in the fireplace inside the room were incredibly beautiful.

Snowflakes were falling outside the window. Qi Xueyi, who was looking outside, suddenly chirped like a little bird, "Wow! The snow has stopped."

"How about we go out and build a snowman later? We've climbed the mountain, watched the exhibition, and skated on the ice, but we've never built a snowman."

Jian Zirui said: "I can do either."

He Jingtong looked out the window. At this moment, he was holding a cup of bubble tea in his hand. He swallowed the tapioca pearls down his throat. The boy smiled and said leisurely, "Yes, the snow has stopped."

Maybe there was a snow that never had time to fall from the beginning. !