Chapter 129 Black
Suiyun's ability is somewhat similar to Lu Shaoyuan's passive sarcasm.
The former can be controlled subjectively and even more flexible, while the latter are often in a state where they will be beaten to death by the spirits if they encounter them.
Fishing with the Pseudo-Alien is also very simple.
Just go up and provoke them.
The brains of aliens contain all the memories of the original body. Although low-level aliens may not be able to use their brains, it does not mean that they cannot understand human language.
Whether it is a human or a spirit, if you point your finger at someone and curse them, it will usually attract hatred.
Let’s stop talking nonsense.
After Suiyun entered the classroom, he began to provoke the strange spirits with his "fluent" words.
She turned her back to the classroom door and kicked over the table closest to the door. When the thirty spirits turned their eyes to Suiyun at the same time, she raised her middle finger calmly.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen the internal fighting among the spirits?"
"If you haven't seen it, I'll show it to you now."
A group of electronic ghosts were like wild monsters in the game whose hatred had been stabilized, and each of them stared with fiery eyes.
But for some reason, they never took the initiative to attack Suiyun.
Suiyun tried a few more sentences: "If you are ugly, don't come out and scare people." "You don't even react to such words, do you still have any temper?"
But no matter what she said, she couldn't get a response.
The guiding NPC, who was standing outside the classroom, tiptoed and looking into the window, couldn't help but slap his forehead when he saw this scene.
He turned his head to look at He Jingtong who was holding a cup of milk tea in his hands. His face was wrinkled and he said in an indescribable manner, "Actually, someone did the same thing this morning..."
"And as a human being and a spiritual master, the attraction of spiritual masters to spirits is obviously much higher than that to their own kind."
The pearls in the milk tea cup slid into his mouth through the straw. He Jingtong swallowed it and said, "Nothing is more provocative than when someone who is a fellow spirit suddenly becomes a spiritual master."
Suiyun made provocative remarks at that moment just to test whether the electronic spirit really had simulated memory and the ability to understand what humans said.
Once Sui Yun told He Jingtong about the effect of the pseudo-spirit, the first thing he thought of was how to maximize the effect of this power.
Of course, it is difficult to sneak into the alien spirit to assassinate. However, as one of the only two people who have obtained the A-level spiritualist certificate among the 270 people, Suiyun is best at using his ability, walking up to the alien spirit, removing the ability, and then attacking it head-on.
Hexagonal necromancers are never afraid of direct combat.
Although Suiyun would not choose to fight in order to get full marks, after removing his own abilities, those spirits would still be attracted by the spiritualist's aura.
Sure enough, after He Jingtong finished speaking, Sui Yun immediately removed his ability among the group of thirty alien spirits.
Even though the thirty spirits had suffered varying degrees of beating in the morning, they were shocked to find that their "companion" had suddenly become a spiritual master, and there was only one spiritual master left...
The alien spirit still couldn't suppress its instinct and rushed towards Suiyun without looking back.
"Three are arrogant, nine are jealous, thirteen are angry, one is lazy, one is greedy, one is gluttonous, and two are lustful..."
He Jingtong stood outside the window and saw everything clearly.
When Suiyun rushed out of the classroom, he slammed the door shut with a loud noise.
Amid the sound of the collision, she blurted out a complaint: "I don't want to know at all why a purple ghost appeared in a natural disaster like a shipwreck."
After finishing her complaints, she looked at He Jingtong, who looked puzzled, and coughed lightly, pretending that she had said nothing just now. She then said, "I'm sorry, since I can't attack them, I can't accurately measure their spiritual level for the time being. I can only see their sinful tendencies."
"It doesn't matter. This information is enough." He Jingtong looked at him. As he spoke, he threw the cup of milk tea into a nearby trash can. After standing back in his original position, he added, "The next part is my turn."
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I guess this is an idea I had a long time ago.
In the system, He Jingtong has a panel with the physical examination report provided by Tan Dong.
On his soul column, it was clearly marked that the degree of soul transformation was 33%.
The original 30% increased again as time went by. This increase also brought He Jingtong a "racial talent skill".
The way to use it is to actively release 33% of the soul's transformation level and clearly show that abnormal influence.
At present, He Jingtong's strength has already reached A-level.
Once He Jingtong chooses to actively show his inhuman side, his pressure on the alien spirits will be comparable to that of an A-level alien spirit.
The so-called "racial talents and skills" are more like the class differences between spirits.
It is more realistic to express it through intimidation and coercion.
But for He Jingtong's desire to use this ability, the system's evaluation was simply: "You can actually be a good person."
Author Jing responded: [But in terms of advancing the plot, some actions are not only inevitable, but also necessary.]
The Peach Blossom Spring incident has not yet ended, and the points value is still 3 million away from 30 million.
Not to mention the so-called achievement value of 100 million points.
As He Jingtong rejected the theatrical version of "Alien", the remaining 73 million points can only be used to push the climax in the subsequent plot.
To allow everything to remain as beautiful as it is now would only be equivalent to He Jingtong denying the path he had chosen for himself at the beginning.
Confusion will never happen to He Jingtong.
Even if he appears confused, his inner essence is still indelibly clear.
At this moment, under Suiyun's slightly curious gaze, He Jingtong pushed open the door that she had slammed shut before.
He Jingtong released his fingertips from the door panel and looked at the several spirits crowded together.
Their weird and ugly appearance makes them look like non-existent shadows when not visible to ordinary people.
These monsters that are between existence and non-existence should not have any smell, but at this moment they seem to be emitting an endless fishy smell.
The pungent smell of sin was like having one's nose scraped hard by a knife just by looking at it.
Everything was fine at first, and Suiyun even asked, "How do you plan to judge their exact strength without beating them?"
"If we don't pursue a perfect score, the information we know now should be enough to put us in the top 45 after it is written into a report..."
Suiyun's words ended with He Jingtong's sudden eruption of black power.
The daylight-like radiance displayed during the reservoir live broadcast incident was now like the coming of darkness.
It's not just dark clouds covering the sun, it's more like an eclipse designed to inspire fear in humans.
Such incredible power is enough to devour all colors.
Sui Yun opened his mouth wide, his pupils dilated, and looked at He Jingtong's back in disbelief.
At this moment, the young man was filled with an alien aura that was hard to ignore.
The darkness seemed to be the embodiment of all the sins in the world. The various colors that originally existed on the alien spirit were also swallowed up by this thick black.
Danger and sin coexisted. He Jingtong's power seemed to solidify into substance, transforming into an aura visible to the naked eye, attacking the thirty strange spirits.
It all happened so suddenly.
Suiyun had never expected such a scene, and neither had many other people.
From the perspective of humans, He Jing at this moment is more like a ghost than the pseudo-ghost that Suiyun disguised as before.
Or, he himself is already a spirit...
"What are you doing!" Sui Yun shouted in panic.
There are many people who follow He Jingtong like Suiyun. After all, they are of the same age. Moreover, he is the kind of person who has become strong enough in a very short period of time, and even someone that others can only look up to.
Not many people know that He Jingtong used prophecies to save others, but ended up being subjected to a spirit transformation experiment. But quite a few people do know this.
Coincidentally, Suiyun is one of them.
Before she met He Jingtong, she had considered the impact of soul mutation more than once, but after meeting him, Suiyun unconsciously forgot that worry.
He looks so good.
Mentally clear, physically healthy. The care that is always there during the conversation, and the ease that can be felt at all times when we are together.
With all this going on, who would believe that He Jingtong is the same person whose soul has already had one third transformed into a spirit?
The boundless intimidating aura made the guiding NPC take a step back and sit down on the ground, with shock that was difficult to conceal deep in his pupils.
Suiyun, who is at the same level, is moving forward under pressure.
When she wanted to grab He Jingtong's wrist and pull him out of the classroom, at the same time, she clearly and distinctly felt the full levels of the thirty alien spirits in the classroom.
It was as if those spirits were actively revealing the strength of their own powers.
C-, C grade, C+, B-, B grade...
One by one, all are clearly visible.
Just like these spirits, they actively report their own strength to their superiors.
Sui Yun was stunned for a moment, then she quickly walked into the classroom, grabbed He Jingtong's wrist, and threw him hard into the aisle outside the classroom.
It was clearly just an action that was not enough to make her feel tired, but it made Sui Yun sweat profusely.
Everything happened so quickly that Suiyun could even feel his brain stiffening and stuck.
It's like a bicycle chain without lubricant, or like still using 2G network in the 5G network era.
Suiyun turned her neck stiffly, looking at He Jingtong, whose back fell against the corridor guardrail because of the excessive force of his swing. She said loudly: "Do you know what you were doing just now?!"
He Jingtong's two teammates who were watching everything from outside were also thinking about this question.
"What happened?" All Qi Xueyi could see was the black color that seemed to cover the live broadcast screen at that moment.
Jian Zirui saw it more clearly than him, but she also frowned tightly.
"Just now, He Jingtong probably wanted to use his soul power to create a force field above the classroom that would not touch the spirits but would make them feel oppressed and in danger of death..."
I just don’t know why, the only white soul power in the world that originally belonged to He Jingtong turned into pure black.
Like ink, and also like the abyss.
The people who were watching through the screen seemed to feel as if they were being stared at by the original sin.
Absurdity and terror went hand in hand, and the bullet screen of the live broadcast exploded in the blink of an eye.
[What's going on? Doesn't the Spiritual Master website say that the color of Spiritual Master power is the same as the rainbow? What is black? ]
[This looks horrible... I was getting some water in the company's tea room, but I saw this picture on my phone and I lost my grip on the cup...]
[How terrible! ]
[The materialistic worldview was shattered not long ago. Does this power color, which is different from the one given by the Spirit Master official website, also indicate something? 】
[I don’t know if you know that spiritual masters can also become spiritual. 】
[Please elaborate on the above, eh? Yes! I wanted to follow you and chat with you privately, why is the above gone? 】
…
He Jingtong answered Suiyun's question in the midst of this chaos without him noticing.
The words are exactly the same as the inference made by Jian Zirui.
He told Suiyun: "It's just like you changed from a pseudo-spirit to a spiritualist, scaring the spirits and making them go mad at the same time, trying to attack you, but in the end you reveal your own sinful tendencies..."
"I just want to scare the spirit a little." The young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his attitude and eyes were always peaceful.
He didn't show any abnormality, and even reached out his hand to the guiding NPC sitting on the ground: "Why did you fall? Do you need me to help you up?"
The man waved his hands quickly, his lips trembling slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.
Sui Yun frowned: "Do you know what the power you just used is?"
"What do you mean?" He Jingtong raised his hand, and a pure white ball of lightning appeared in his palm.
Sui Yun suddenly had an idea and asked urgently, "So the power you just used is the power in your palm right now?"
"Isn't it?" He Jingtong looked much more confused than Suiyun.
Suiyun's lips turned pale, and her mind seemed to be split by lightning, splitting the chaotic and blurred consciousness. However, the attack from the lightning made it difficult for her to continue thinking, leaving only a blank.
"What were you thinking about just now?" Sui Yun bit his lower lip hard and finally came back to his senses.
"I was just wondering if the members of the 'N' organization also have some props that can be used to shock or even intimidate the evil spirits." He Jingtong said with an unchanged attitude.
"After all, it is too dangerous for ordinary people like them to investigate the power of the spirits."
"You don't know, or you haven't noticed, or you were not aware at all just now..." Suiyun unconsciously started to think violently.
"No, you are not unaware." Suiyun quickly figured it out, his brows darkening, "You just took it all for granted."
Suiyun chose to work with He Jingtong because of the young man's unique cognitive ability.
But if this understanding becomes difficult to be correct because the soul gradually changes...
So what to do?
Suiyun's comment made the sewer users who were also watching the live broadcast laugh from the bottom of their hearts.
Alien Su Qing looked at the twisted smile of Alien Fu Zexun and said with disgust: "Before you are happy that He Jingtong is closer to your desired goal, you should at least think about how to deal with He Wanjin."
The alien spirit Su Qing sat down hard on a chair in the underground laboratory, and the chair legs made a harsh sound against the ground.
Not far away, a small TV hung firmly on a bracket extending from the ceiling was diligently broadcasting a live broadcast.
"A spirit that can't kill people, a spirit that dies immediately after killing someone, even if it's just a legend, so what?"
"Of course, you can also say that as long as He Jingtong becomes a legend, the restrictions set by He Wanjin will most likely become invalid due to the difference in levels... But do you dare to bet?"
The alien spirit Fu Zexun was happy, but the alien spirit Su Qing was unhappy.
If he is unhappy, he will also try to make the alien spirit Fu Zexun unhappy.
These continuous words really made the alien Fu Zexun's face darken.
An inhuman scarlet flashed in his pupils, and jealousy that was enough to wipe out all reason rose to his heart, flowing out from his fingertips like the orange color of a rotten orange. In the blink of an eye, it strangled the neck of the alien Su Qing.
The latter's mocking words did not stop even when he was controlled: "Not taking any action, hiding in the sewer all day, spying on He Jingtong's degree of alienation again and again..."
"Fu Zexun, you are so useless."
As soon as he finished speaking, the skin tissue and neck bone of the alien spirit Su Qing were shattered at the same time.
The red in the eyes of the alien Fu Zexun faded. He looked at the alien Su Qing whose head and body had been separated, and said in a light tone: "You'd better not let my reason be completely devoured by jealousy, otherwise I can't guarantee that I really won't kill you."
The alien Su Qing's head fell to the ground, rolled several times, and finally stopped after hitting the wall.
That face was facing the wall, and when it heard the words of the alien Fu Zexun, a wild smile that was close to its ears appeared at the corners of its mouth.
…
Thirty ghosts outside the classroom.
After Suiyun said that, he never said anything else related to it.
She took a deep breath, took He Jingtong to the multimedia classroom, and typed out a complete and detailed investigation report on the computer as quickly as possible.
【On December 1, 30 students from the General Course were invited to attend their teacher's wedding and boarded the cruise ship in the afternoon. Later, due to the double impact of extremely bad weather and ocean whirlpools, the cruise ship eventually sank, killing all 30 students and turning into ghosts at the same time.
The evil spirits tend to be as follows: One B+ grade jealousy tendency...】
Until the last period fell, Suiyun typed the report on A4 paper and took it out of the printer.
Afterwards, Suiyun waited anxiously for He Jingtong.
Until the latter also completed his investigation report.
While He Jingtong was printing his investigation report, he asked Suiyun over the sound of the machine running: "Did something happen? Why are you so anxious all of a sudden?"
Sui Yun looked at He Jingtong. The impatience that was rising on her brows was gradually extinguished by He Jingtong's gaze, which did not contain any seriousness.
Finally, Suiyun still asked the question that he had not intended to ask, "Do you think black soul power is normal?"
"Is it...right?" He Jingtong's face was full of uncertainty.
"Then let me ask you a different question. What color is your soul power?" Sui Yun asked with his left hand behind his back and clenched his fist tightly.
"Black." He Jingtong replied decisively.
Suiyun's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. !