Chapter 12
It's like a mountain of meat.
After the curled up spirit stretched out its body, He Jingtong could only think of this statement.
Once the alienation of the soul manifests itself in the body, the external appearance of the human body will no longer be able to maintain its original integrity.
The reason why the girl in the hospital was able to be buried in her human form was because of her alienation, which was reflected in her soul, which was even clearly separated from her body.
And now this boy, this boy who has been alienated in the flesh, looks more like a complete monster than the girl who was previously called a monster by her uncle.
With a height of more than three meters, it was approaching the ceiling of the elementary school bathroom. Its limbs were so fat that they looked like a floating corpse. They were so bloated that one glance at it gave off a disgusting, sticky and greasy feeling.
In addition to the abnormal physical manifestations, the facial features were even more abnormal. Not only did the eyes grow to the size of a fist, but they also protruded significantly. The nose and lips remained the same, but it was precisely because they remained the same that they looked even more abnormal.
He Jingtong took two steps back, but even though he retreated to the door of the bathroom, he still had to raise his head slightly to see the facial features of the alien.
This made the boy frown, and a voice like a handful of sand and saws filled the air: "Who are you? Are you here to take me back to class?"
The spirit looked down at He Jingtong, as if he had not noticed his change at all. He said, "I don't want to go back to class. The teacher is annoying, and so are my classmates. They quarrel every day and never shut up."
"I just don't want to go to class. I don't understand why they always scold me for this."
There seemed to be a hint of grievance on that weird face.
It is normal for students not to want to go to class. Even when his grades were always good, He Jingtong sometimes felt like not going to school.
The resonant emotions were fermenting, and empathy almost suppressed the rejection of abnormality. All these changes made He Jingtong's brain even say: "You should understand it."
As soon as this information came to his mind, He Jingtong turned and looked at the spirit, repeating his words: "I remember what I said, can you please die?"
"A third grader wouldn't be unable to understand this." He Jingtong even explained politely.
If rage is a display of power like a raging fire, then laziness is a spiritual influence like the depth of still water.
The former could cause He Jingtong to be hospitalized for a long time, while the latter would naturally cause He Jingtong, who seemed normal, to be suppressed invisibly because he was too abnormal.
"How could you think that I, who wanted you dead, would still call you back to class?" He Jingtong even showed a confused look. He was too handsome, with outstanding facial features. He was the kind of kid who loved to eat candy. Even if there was only one candy in his hand, he would put the candy in his palm after a moment of hesitation.
Even if this kind of influence could prevent the alien spirit from attacking He Jingtong in the first place, it would not make the alien spirit, who was obviously being ridiculed, continue to turn a blind eye to the danger represented by He Jingtong.
A fist that was twice as big as an adult's was immediately swung towards He Jingtong. The wind from the fist blew his black hair and accidentally covered one side of his eyebrow.
Even if her vision was not affected, the habit of maintaining proper manners when talking to others made He Jingtong quickly put her hair up.
The smooth forehead was exposed, as were the slightly excited eyes.
The teaching building area was obviously not enough for him to display his talents, so He Jingtong's final destination was the playground of the elementary school.
Ever since he learned from Qi Xue that "alien spirits will take the initiative to attack humans who possess soul power", the prophet still maintained his knowledge of the future, but did not disguise himself to reveal his identity. At that moment, he chose to abide by this iron rule and no longer mocked.
Instead, he turned and ran towards the playground.
Empty places make fighting more convenient.
The non-dynamic comics could not provide He Jingtong with any fighting skills, and the straightforward description in words could not compare to the experience brought by actual combat.
When He Jingtong first started fighting with this huge monster, he was almost dodging unilaterally.
He was accustomed to the speed of an opponent of this size, and once he had a rough understanding of the speed, he attached the spiritual power flowing through his body to his arms and began to resist.
The continuous muffled sounds coming from his limbs made He Jingtong's arms gradually numb. When he once again thought about why he had to fight a harmless lazy person, the alien's sturdy legs swept across He Jingtong's waist and abdomen.
The momentary blockage of his thoughts caused He Jingtong to choose not to resist the body's stiffening reaction before the leg kicked him, but to turn on the system's pain-shielding function.
After being hit, he retreated seven or eight meters, overturning a piece of the ground on the playground track.
He Jingtong brushed the dirt off his body and stood up.
He Jingtong glanced at the various scratches on his body that were oozing blood, and he felt as if his blood was boiling even hotter.
He had a strange sense of self-consciousness.
Self-harm is equivalent to self-mutilation, and when the pain shielding function takes effect, the harm from the outside world will only become an invisible resource of equivalent exchange.
He Jingtong looked up at the alien and said in a very calm tone: "C-level lazy alien, the alien's talent is mental control, but because it is a lazy single system and the level is very low, this kind of mental control does not have any damage. It can only barely affect the opponent's body smoothness, thereby creating a jamming and stiff reaction——"
As soon as he finished speaking, all that was left on the spot was the print of He Jingtong's front foot left after his instantaneous outburst.
"Besides that, your strength is only one tenth of that of a B-level alien." He Jingtong's fist hit the alien's abdomen before it could react.
"Ignoring the bonus of Rage to the power of the spirit, the mental control possessed by Laziness is far superior to other alienation directions, but the disadvantages are also obvious..."
He Jingtong clearly saw that the ghost's face showed a change of "want to know".
With a sound of tearing, part of the alien's body tissue was torn off by He Jingtong's bare hands, and blood emitting a fluorescent green light splashed out. After He Jingtong hurriedly dodged, he looked at the fluorescent light still stained on his fingers and frowned.
But he did not forget to reply to the monster who roared and screamed out in pain: "Laziness has an upper limit of development that other sins cannot match, but at the same time it also has a short-term breakthrough ability that other sins cannot match."
He Jingtong shook his hands and thought about which brand of hand sanitizer he had used in the past was the best.
The brain and mouth seemed to have become two organs: "In other words, the spirits of this sin can only rely on control skills to kill those of higher levels, but it is always difficult to achieve a crushing victory at the same level."
As soon as the words fell, He Jingtong heard a series of steady and regular footsteps.
Before He Jingtong could turn around, a sticky voice like honey sounded: "Do you need help?"
From the perspective of the onlookers, He Jingtong was covered in wounds.
Apart from the visible, bleeding abrasions, pinkish-white marks can be seen on the exposed limbs. This is different from the whiteness of other skin. It is the color of the skin that has not yet changed with metabolism after the new flesh has grown completely.
This indicated that he had suffered serious injuries before.
The slight difference between red and white, combined with the current situation, makes the boy's figure inexplicably carry a sense of beauty that is a mixture of exquisiteness and fragmentation.
He Jingtong himself was not a normal person, especially when he was dealing with the spirit alone, his abnormality only intensified the alluring aura...
In other words, it's easy to attract crazy people.
The man's breathing became heavier for a moment.
He Jingtong turned around and saw the man coming in dressed in a suit and tie. His hair was different from that of an average man, with a long, thin bun at the back of his head. He also wore gold-rimmed glasses on his face, which made him look not at all gentlemanly, but just a scoundrel.
He looked at He Jingtong with a sympathetic look, raised his hand and pointed at the spirit and said, "You look like you really need help."
If we didn't know who this person was, we would have only seen the obvious injuries on He Jingtong's body and the scene of him having to fight against a spirit that was several times larger than himself...
The relaxed and contented demeanor of the visitor may serve as a shot of adrenaline, instantly making underage children dependent on him.
But alas, the prophet knew who he was.
Fu Zexun is one of the teachers at the Elite Academy on the surface, but in reality, he is a perverted researcher who studies the soul in private.
In his argument, the alienation of the spirits is nothing more than the loss of power of those who have awakened their soul power.
Because of the failure to awaken the power of the soul, he became a ghost.
A very simple and straightforward, even rough conclusion.
After all, in the general perception of the "Obama" worldview, the seven deadly sins correspond to the seven virtues, which are often signs of human beings awakening their soul power.
Fu Zexun initially studied how to turn sinners into good people, but later he discovered that greedy people could not be generous, and gluttons could not be restrained...
The seven deadly sins and the seven virtues are in themselves opposing characteristics.
Therefore, his research direction is no longer how to transform the spirits into humans who have awakened their soul power;
Instead, it allows the alien spirits to "change back" into humans after becoming alien spirits.
The original intention was good, but in the end, or at the current time point, the nature of Fu Zexun's experiment has already changed into turning humans into aliens, and then disguising the aliens as humans.
Are they spirits or humans?
Can the sins that emerge after alienation be forcibly curbed?
If sin can be controlled, then are the alien spirits just awakened ones whose talents seem a little strange when their soul power awakens?
These are all the topics that Fu Zexun studied.
The above information makes Fu Zexun look like a person who is close to the spirits and cares about the rights of the spirits. But in fact, he has long been twisted into a person who controls the spirits in his hopeless research.
But the spirits were not so easy to control. So Fu Zexun could only control those spirits that he personally forced to turn from human to spirit.
The boy's eyes darkened. !